Page 83 of Always Earned, Never Given

Annabelle

Nattie and Katherine both offered to keep Tommy for us for the night, but the invitation to Nattie’s house meant he got to go home with Rocky, so Nattie won. I don’t know who was more tired by the time everyone started to head home, me or Rocky.

I spoke to Katherine a lot tonight about being pregnant. She said she was tired and nauseous the entire time she was pregnant with Carys, but with this pregnancy, she hasn’t had any morning sickness and has energy to spare. Apparently it was the same way when she was pregnant with Murphy. The doctor warned me with two babies, my body was doing twice the work, and my HCG levels were higher and throwing my hormones off even more than normal. All of this combined means that it’s ten p.m., and I’m falling asleep during the ten-minute drive across town to our house.

When we pull into the driveway, I force myself to function and reach for the door, but Dec frowns. “Stay right there, Mrs. Sinclair. Don’t move.” He gets out of the Bronco and rounds the front of the SUV before pulling open my door and lifting me in his arms.

My arms circle his neck, and I don’t even think about fighting him. Why would I when I’m safe in my husband’s arms?

Wow. That’s going to take some time getting used to.

I lay my head against his shoulder and close my eyes. “You know how sexy your strength is?” I ask, when my football God of a husband unlocks the door, disarms and then re-arms the alarm, and carries me up the stairs without ever putting me down or breaking a sweat.

He walks into our bedroom and sits down on the bed with me still in his arms. “It’s not a hard thing to do when your wife weighs nothing, baby.”

“It’s not just your physical strength I find sexy, husband.” I stand and cross the room, looking for the wedding band I picked up this morning while he was at work and Tommy was in school. I also grab my phone out of my Mary Poppins bag and pull up my favorite sexy playlist before pressing play. An acoustic version of “Wicked Games” by Stone Sour starts to play throughout the room. When I move back and am standing between his spread legs, I place the black velvet box in his hand and tell him, “It’s your inner strength I find the sexiest, husband. You don’t bend for anything.” I pull off one boot. “You stick to your beliefs.” The other boot goes next. “Money doesn’t sway you. Your bosses don’t sway you. Your loud family doesn’t sway you.”

I pull my dress up slightly and straddle Declan’s lap. “Thank God, you didn’t let my scared, stubborn heart sway you.” When I brush my lips over his, he tries to take control to get more, but I pull back. “Open the box, Dec.”

Those inky-blue eyes bore into me before he finally cracks the box open and then looks back up at me. “Two rings?”

“Yup. One is rubber. In case you want to wear it at practice.” I pull the other out of the box and hold it in my open palm. “This is your real wedding band though. It’s brushed black tungsten. It’s the strongest metal wedding bands are made of. Kinda like you, hubby.”

Dec takes the band from me, examining it. Then he tips it on its side and reads the inscription.

“My whole heart and soul.”

“Annabelle, I love it.” He brushes my hair away from my face and hands it back to me. “Now, put it on me so I can be the groomzilla I didn’t get the chance to be.”

When this man smiles, my soul is at peace. I place the ring on his finger and pray it fits when I slide it down.

Oh, thank God.

Dec’s lips touch mine, and I back off his lap as the song switches to Sam Smith’s “Stay With Me.” I pull the hem of my dress up as I slowly sway my hips to the beat of the song. When his calloused covered palms slide up my legs and under my dress, I let him take control. He pushes the dress up and over my head and sucks in his breath.

“I can’t imagine I’ll ever stop being thankful that you give yourself so freely to me, Belle.” His hands caress the underside of my breasts that are encased in a nude lace demi-cup bra before he leans in and sucks a nipple through the lace, sending a thrill down my spine. “Oh baby, they’re so sensitive,” he hums as he unhooks my bra.

When I move to put a knee on the bed to get closer to him, I’m lifted and seated next to him as he stands up. “Dec, I wanted you closer, not farther away.” There’s no hiding the neediness in my voice.

He reaches one arm behind his head and pulls his navy blue Henley off before unbuckling his belt and jeans, and then he drops to his knees. He pulls my nude lace thong off, leaving me in nothing but my white lacey knee-high socks, and just stares at me. “Jesus, you’re perfect,” he tells me before his tongue licks a line up my center and back down, purposely missing my clit. He parts my folds with the pad of his thumb, teasingly dipping it in and out of me before licking again and sucking my clit into his mouth.

I bend my knees and rest my feet on the edge of the mattress on either side of Dec’s head, leaning up on my elbows so I can see this magnificent man between my spread thighs. Moments later, I’m nearing orgasm when he presses a finger in my pussy and another in my ass just as he nips my clit, and I scream out. I have to push his head away when the sensations become too much before falling back on the bed, my heart thundering wildly in my chest.

Declan stands next to the bed and kicks off his jeans and boxers. “We’ve got the house to ourselves tonight, baby, and I want to try something. You trust me?”

“Unquestioningly,” I answer. I don’t know when it happened, but this man, my husband, is the other half of my heart. He’s my world. My soul. The overwhelming emotions rush over me before Declan pulls me from my thoughts.

I hear him open my bedside drawer and then ask, “Where’s your vibrator, Belle?”

“What?” I sit up. “Why would I need my vibrator when I’ve got you?”

“Trust me, Annabelle. We aren’t going to get many nights where I can make you scream, and I want the whole fucking street to hear you tonight.” He reaches down, drags his middle finger through my slick, wet pussy, and then raises that same finger to his mouth and sucks it. And yeah... I might have just orgasmed again.

“It’s in the top drawer of my dresser under my panties. I didn’t want little hands to find it,” I admit.

Dec pulls it out of my drawer and stalks to me with my purple vibrator in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other. I bite down on my bottom lip, excited for whatever he has planned.

Dec drops his newfound prizes next to me on the bed, grips my waist, flips me over and pulls me up onto my knees. He smacks my ass and then licks it. “You ready for round two, baby?”

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