I coughed on my next breath. We were married with a child. We made love. We didn’t “fuck.” Where did that come from?
Ronin kissed along my arm. “Franz is always in our bed. We have very quiet sex with him in our bed. I have to make the tiniest movements as to not wake him. And while we manage to get the job done when the stars align, I miss fucking my wife.”
“Roe …” I whispered a little out of breath as he sucked the frosting from my other fingers.
“I miss that too.” He grinned, releasing my finger. “I miss you moaning ‘Roe …’ as my tongue makes its first swipe between your legs before I finger you to your first orgasm, lick every inch of you, then give you a second orgasm with my cock pounding into you over and over.”
“Roe …” I closed my eyes, fighting my weak knees. His effect on me hadn’t worn off. If anything, the lack of his dirty mouth had only intensified its ability to make me want him so badly.
“Do you miss that too, Evie?” He palmed my ass and jerked me into him.
I nodded a half dozen times while making a quick glance over my shoulder. They were just completing the first snowball for the snowman. As soon as I turned back to Ronin, feeling a bit unsure if we could do it and be finished before anyone came back into the house, he kissed me so hard my lungs burned for air.
I missed kissing him like that. The urgency. The bite of his needy fingers digging into my flesh. He lifted me up, so his erection wedged between my legs as he carried me to the bedroom. He kicked the door shut and reached around to lock it.
Good boy …
We tore off our clothes in record time … some of them actually getting torn, like several buttons on his shirt and my thin, white cotton panties.
He pushed me onto the bed and attacked my mouth and neck, working his way down to suck and bite my nipples causing me to yell his name.
God … I hoped no one sneaked into the house unexpectedly.
He didn’t stay in one place long before kneeling on the floor, jerking my hips to the edge of the bed, and draping my legs over his shoulders while burying his face between my legs. His tongue relentlessly probed inside of me as he hummed like a starving man eating for the first time in weeks.
My body contorted and twisted as he kept my hips pinned to the mattress, slaying my efforts to hold off, ripping an orgasm from me then plunging his cock into me before I could see clearly again or find a single thought to make the slightest protest.
Then … he fucked me. And I liked it.
No. I loved it. I needed it. He was right. After two years of silently tiptoeing through sex with a sleeping child a few feet from our naked bodies, I needed to be taken the way he took me when we first met. Until the padded headboard thrummed the wall, I’d forgotten how it felt to get tipsy from oral sex and completely intoxicated by him fucking me so hard it felt like we were in another dimension.
The hard, concentrated expression on his face as he moved above me.
The slap of our skin.
The taste of sweat.
And the explosion … the string of swear words … and his body collapsing onto mine, pulsing with labored breaths.
“Oh … my … god …” I whispered on a heavy breath, completely exhausted and drunk on Ronin Alexander. “That was …”
Ronin nodded with his face buried in my neck. “Yeah …” His hot breath washed over my skin. “It sure as fuck was.”
That day … it was the day we conceived Franz’s little sister. It was also the beginning of a lot of ends that we never saw coming.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
I missed the days of taking the Porter jet between Denver and Aspen. Three hours in the car with two kids wasn’t the highlight of my day.
“Oh …” Mom answered the door to their three-bedroom ranch in Littleton, a suburb of Colorado. “I thought you were coming alone.”
“You said it was important.”
A theatrical smile took over her face as she gazed at three-year-old Franz standing next to me with a backpack full of toys and books and his nine-month-old sister, Anya, asleep in her car seat straining my right arm.
“But I said we should speak alone.”
I pushed my way past her so I could set the car seat down. “I thought that was code for chatting while Dad ate lunch at the diner with his cronies. I have two kids, a working husband, and a business. Today is my day off which means it’s Sue’s day off.”