“How so?” Am I different? I suppose I am. I feel different.
“Softer. Wanted to make sure Frank got in last night to the house. That we’ll be joining you guys tonight and tomorrow for Christmas.”
“You’re staying at the house, why wouldn’t you join us?”
“Hunter.” He laughs.
“She’s making me feel again,” I admit. For so long I’ve shut everything out. I thought it was better that way. “It’s scaring the shit out of me.”
“Would you change it? If you could go back?”
“No,” I answer, not even having to think it over.
“Then there you go.”
“I think I’m in love with her.” The second I say the words, a weight lifts off me.
“Think? If this isn’t love, then I don’t know what it would be for you.”
“I barely know her.” That annoys me. I want to know everything about her. Even when she’s quiet, I find myself wanting to know what she’s thinking about.
“Love isn’t something you can control. It just is.”
“We need to keep an eye on Charlotte. I don’t trust her, but it’s tricky with her being Edwin’s daughter.”
“She’s fucking Jacob,” Marco blurts out.
“Can’t say I’m surprised.”
“She’d rather be fucking you.” Marco pulls into my mother’s driveway. The gates open.
“Rather chop my dick off. Something is off with her.”
“They call that daddy issues.”
“I don’t get that one. Edwin married Charlotte's mother because he was trying to do the right thing. Is mommy issues a thing?”
“I’m sure it is.”
“Let me out,” I say when he rounds the drive, not wanting to wait to get into the house.
“See you inside,” he says as I hop from the SUV to head into the house. I go straight for the kitchen. The smell of cookies and sugar is thick in the air. When I enter, I spot my wife instantly. She’s licking icing off her thumb. My cock immediately hardens at the sight.
“Angel.” I’m on her before she can turn to see me, my mouth claiming hers. She pulls back from the kiss sooner than I’d like. “Missed you.”
“How was your day?” she asks, ducking her head. I glance around the room, seeing my mother and Charlotte. Something is off.
“Better now.” My mom's brows pull together as she watches us, and I wonder if she can sense the change in Aspen too. Charlotte doesn’t look our way.
“Smells good in here,” Jacob says as he enters the kitchen too, his wife trailing behind him. She winks at me when she sees me standing there. Why the fuck are these people here?
“Going to steal my wife away.” My uneasiness is growing by the second. I don’t want these vipers around my sweet Aspen. What had I been thinking, leaving her in the house with these people? For some reason, I’d only thought about her being with my mom today.
“I’m still cooking.” She tries to side-step me, but I reach out, hooking her around her waist and pulling her back into my side. My fingers flex on her hip, letting her know I’m not letting go.
“When’s dinner, Mom?”
“In an hour. We’re pretty much done here, sweetheart. Don’t worry about that mess.” Damn, I love my mom.
“I can help. I’m sure—”
“Thanks, Mom.” I cut Aspen off. Before she can offer to help again, I scoop her up into my arms, thankful she has pants on. Especially since that fucker Jacob’s eyes keep wandering over to her.
“Hunter!” She squeals when I toss her right over my shoulder. I ignore the protests of my wife and the shocked looks of everyone but my mom. I think she knew it was coming. I remember Dad doing it to her a few times when I was little.
I don’t stop until I’ve got us back into our room with the door locked behind us. I drop my little wife down on the bed.
“What are you doing?” she huffs.
I go for her boots first, pulling them off, followed by her pants that mold too nicely to her ass. She’s been walking around in these all day? Bet that fucker Jacob enjoyed the shit out of that. “Hey.” She starts to wiggle around, but I get her sweater off next and bra. “What are you doing?”
“Is it not clear?” I toe off my shoes as I start to undo the buttons of my shirt.
“Maybe I’m not in the mood.”
“You’re not wet for me?” She licks her lips, not answering me. “Spread your thighs, angel. Let me see for myself.” Her breathing picks up as she does as I ask. The lips of her sex glisten for me. I groan, dropping to my knees beside the bed. I grab her and yank her to the side before I bury my face between her legs.
She’s soaked for me. I don’t waste a drop of her sweetness, licking all of it up. She moans my name as I work her clit over. It doesn't take long before I have her coming against my face.