I wanted to fill my hands with her.
I wanted to fill my mouth with her.
I wanted to fill every void in my entire body with Evelyn.
And then I wanted to fill her everywhere.
Slipping out of bed, I locked the bedroom door—just in case. Then I grabbed my phone and wireless headphones, two scarves, a bandana, and that bottle of lube she had in the closet. I maneuvered her slowly and carefully, keeping her asleep until I was ready to wake her up.
Standing naked at the end of the bed, I smiled, feeling a thrilling jolt through my veins, giving me a rush of life that I knew would disappear all too soon. The scarves restrained her hands. The bandana rested loosely around her neck, ready to be slipped into her mouth to keep her from screaming and waking up the kids. The headphones rested on her ears. My wife looked so fucking beautiful spread out on the bed, naked, and sleeping like an angel with her blond hair fanned out along the pillow. But it was time to wake my angel. Whether she would understand it or not, I needed her.
I didn’t want to waste an ounce of life that Lila gave me.
Pressing play on my phone, Evie’s blue eyes popped open and her arms jerked at the restraints as “One Track Mind” by Thirty Seconds to Mars flowed through the headphones. I pressed a finger to my mouth to keep her quiet as my other hand slid the bandana over her chin and into her mouth.
She bit down on it. Eyes wide. Chest heaving with each exhilarating breath.
I worked my way down her naked body, sucking her taut nipples and dipping my tongue into her navel as she writhed beneath my touch. A twisted, aching part of me needed to erase the memory of another woman in my arms. Although Evie knew nothing about that, I still needed to make it right in my own head.
The seductive song played for her as I took my one-track mind between her legs. Her back shot off the bed into the most beautiful arch of flesh as I took her to the edge.
Over … and … over … again.
As soon as I released her restraints and the bandana from her mouth, she tore off the headphones and grabbed my face, kissing me harder than I had kissed her … possibly ever. Every time her tongue thrashed against mine, she moaned.
A hungry.
Needy.
Starving moan.
She shoved me onto my back and navigated down my body. I closed my eyes for a few seconds and let her take me to another world … one of her parallel universes where all I felt was pleasure.
Her mouth wrapped around me.
Her eyes peering up at me, making me feel like a king—not the man who needed to touch another woman before he could fuck his own wife.
Before she took me to the finish line, I tugged her hair and sat up. She perched on her knees between my spread legs. I had never seen anything more beautiful than my Evie with mussed hair, on her knees naked for me, and her tongue making a slow swipe along her full lips. I reached for her bottle of lube and stared at it for a few seconds before shifting my gaze to her.
She did the same thing, trapping the corner of her lower lip between her teeth for a breath before relinquishing a single nod.
I died again. Who knew it could happen so many times in one life? I wasn’t sure if it was the Devil giving me permission to take any kind of pleasure in my wife’s body or if some higher power was giving me one last hurrah before taking my last breath.
Either way, I didn’t question it. Instead, I smiled at Evie as she eased onto her hands and knees, looking over her shoulder at me.
Screw the ringing in my ears.
To hell with my cursed life.
I embraced the “madness.”
One. Track. Mind …
Evelyn
“Mommy!” Anya climbed into the bed.
I peeled open my tired eyes, feeling a little disoriented, a lot sore everywhere, and utterly panicked about my current situation. As she hugged my neck, I took a quick inventory of everything.
The bedding was neat like Ronin had made the bed with me still in it. I couldn’t remember putting my nightshirt back on, but it was there along with a pair of (thankfully dry) panties. No lube, scarves, or bandana in sight.
“Good morning, sweetie.” I sighed, hugging her squirmy body.
As quickly as she ran into the room and woke me up, she jumped off the bed and ran back out to the living room.
Apparently, mission accomplished.
Filling the doorway was my sexy as hell husband with his hands tucked into the pockets of faded ripped jeans, a white wrinkled tee stretched across his broad torso, and a cocky grin hiding his secrets.