Page 81 of Corrupted Union

Rowan swiveled us around, and in one sweeping motion, pushed me back onto the bed. Where I went, she followed, straddling my body and bringing her lips back to mine. I inched us farther onto the bed, wrenching the baggie sweatshirt over her head. She was bare underneath, and it made my cock impossibly hard.

One article of clothing at a time, we stripped away the barriers between us. I waited until the head of my cock teased at her entrance before my hands clasped tight on her hips to halt her movement. Her gaze locked with mine.

“My love for you, little lamb, is endless. I love you so goddamn much it hurts.” I thrust upward while holding her in place, sheathing my cock deep inside her.

Rowan threw her head back, her long two-toned hair reaching all the way down to her ass, giving me an eyeful of her perfect breasts. My hands drifted up her sides to cup the rounded mounds, then pinch her pebbled nipples. So rosy and pert, I could almost feel them on my tongue.

My touch summoned her gaze back to mine. She placed her hands on my chest and began to rock herself, rolling her hips to glide along my cock.

“So goddamn much,” I breathed again.

I let my wife establish the pace as long as I could. When my insatiable hunger for her demanded more, I flipped her onto her back and took the lead. I’d told myself I wouldn’t, but where Rowan was concerned, my self-restraint had never measured up. I needed her just as much as air in my lungs and blood in my veins. And should I need to, I would defend all three with equal savagery.

My wife. My love. My life.

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“You haven’t snuckout the back once tonight,” Nana pointed out quietly after signaling for me to join her.

“Well, it didn’t seem very fair to abandon Rowan at her first family dinner, and on Thanksgiving, no less.”

Nana grinned mischievously, peering at me from the side of her eye. “I know that’s right,” she agreed in an exaggerated tone that plainly stated she didn’t think that was the only reason. “Ye can’t be leavin’ the lass alone in all this chaos. It might be overwhelmin’ for the poor thing.”

We both glanced over to where Rowan sat on the floor playing a surprisingly rambunctious game of Candy Land with Pippa and Noemi, each with a squirming kid in their lap. She wasn’t remotely at risk of being overwhelmed.

I shot Nana a wry look.

She puffed out her chest and preened with delight. “I don’t blame ye in the least. In fact, I’m pleased as punch yer so happy together. I wish all my grans could be in such a good place as you.” Her lips thinned as she shot a quick look at where Oran stood at a window with a whiskey in hand. He’d come for dinner but hardly said a dozen words.

“He’ll get over it, Nana. It’ll just take some time.”

“Of course, it’s just a shame because he’s getting’ older, and that doesn’t make it any easier.”

I wasn’t crazy about discussing Oran’s mental health with my grandmother, so I was relieved when the Candy Land group burst into spontaneous cheers and boos. The game was over. Time to check on my wife.

I leaned down to kiss Nana on the cheek and moseyed to the group. The three women were breaking the difficult news to the kids that game time was over. They started to argue but took one look at me and scattered.

“You beat them when no one’s around?” Pippa teased, looking from me to the smoke trails left by the children.

“Use a belt one time, and they think you’re a monster.”

Her head swiveled back to meExorciststyle.

“Kidding, Pip.” I raised a brow.

Rowan and Noemi burst out laughing. I caved and freed a small smirk of my own as I pulled over a dining chair and sat next to them.

“Game time over?”

“Yeah,” Rowan replied. “Three rounds was enough.” She was collecting the cards printed with colorful squares when Pippa clasped her hand to study Rowan’s tattoo.

“You and Noemi both have badass tattoos with your husbands. Why is it I suddenly feel like I should have one?”

Noemi grinned. “We both got them when we got married. Maybe that’s at leastonething you could save until marriage.” Noemi was relatively quiet, at least compared to other women in the family, so when she hit a zinger like that, it was all the more entertaining.

I had to cough to hide my laughter.

Rowan clamped a hand over her mouth while Pippa’s eyes nearly fell out of their sockets. I expected a scathing yet playful reply, but she surprised me with a single-word response.

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