Renewing Their Vows

In exchange, she makes my fucking heart beat. Makes it pound.

She’s given me two crazy-as-hell sons. Happiness beyond my wildest imagination.

Home. Grace is my home. She has been since the second we saw each other, fifteen years ago in The Hellmouth. And that’s never, ever going to change.

“I might not see you, but I can feel you,” she murmurs across the room, giving me an appreciative look over her shoulder. “You’re radiating hot man in a tuxedo energy.”

I sip from the tumbler of scotch in my hand, making my way over to where Grace sits at her dressing table. “I better be the only one who ever radiates that energy in your direction.”

She purses her lips at me. “How many years do I have to spend utterly devoted to my husband before he stops being jealous?”

Carefully, I set down my glass on a nearby shelf.

Then I pluck Grace up from her chair, spin her around and drop her backside onto the table’s gleaming surface. With my mouth a hair away from hers, I press her knees open. “When a man locks down pussy this tight, he stays jealous.” Her head falls back on a shaky breath and I draw my parted lips up the slope of her throat. “When a man locks down the woman who can set his world on fire and put out the flames? He stays jealous. Forever.”

“I love you,” Grace whispers, curling her fingers in the sides of my tuxedo jacket, drawing me into the V of her thighs. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, Gracie.” My chest twists violently. “I’m insane with it.”

Her breath is starting to come faster. “Can we play tonight?”

My balls nearly erupt over her question. It’s such a close call that I have to reach down and squeeze them, gritting my teeth and breathing through the pulsing ache. “Oh, we’re going to play, beauty. Hard.”

We discovered exactly what we like, how far to push, that wild night in Whiskey Tavern.

Since then, we’ve explored. We’ve lost sight of any kind of boundary.

I’ve gone so far as to rent a separate house so I could decorate one of the bedrooms in frilly pink. Sneak in through the darkness and masturbating onto her rucked up nightgown. We don’t need to play games every time we touch. God no. Our sex life is passionate and wild and outrageously satisfying without them. But when we go there, we jump in with both feet. There’s no end to how twisted it can be. Through it all, through every second, however, our love, our affection stays pure as the driven snow.

My love for this woman is bottomless.

Hers is the same for me.

A wonder that will never cease to amaze me.

My beautiful uptown girl took a chance on a brawler from Southie and every single day, I make sure she knows she made the right choice.

Now, I lap at the notch of her throat with my tongue. While she squirms over the contact, I reach between her thighs and softly trace the seam of her pussy with my thumb. “I’ll be your Daddy. Just picked you up from boarding school.”

She exhales jaggedly. “I’ve matured since you last saw me,” Grace breathes, her nipples turning to hot little points inside the green silk dress. “And me? I’ve got all these new, confusing hormones making me want things I shouldn’t…”

My dick throbs with every word out of her mouth. “Daddy will show you how to calm them down.”

Grace’s eyes are turning glassy, unfocused. “C-can you show me right now?”

I’m already lifting her off the dressing table and striding toward the bed, desperate to pump her full of my hungry cock. Especially in her diamonds and silk. Spoiled by her husband. Me. I give her everything. I’ll give her everything until I die.

But before we even reach the king-sized sleigh bed, our boys come tearing into the room like maniacs—dripping wet from the pool—both of them exact replicas of me as a child, except they have Grace’s blue eyes and her coloring. “Dad, Bobby keeps pushing me off the diving board!”

“He takes too long to jump!”

They don’t even bat an eyelash at the fact that Grace has her legs wrapped around my waist. It’s a common sight in our household. I like to carry her places. Especially bed. So sue me.

With our plan for a quickie thwarted, Grace gives a pained laugh, pressing her forehead to mine. “Bobby, stop pushing your brother.”

My dick might be in agony, but my heart is booming in my chest.

I’m looking into Gracie’s eyes. I have my sons safe, here in this home.

I can’t believe this is my life. I can’t believe I have this woman.

“Your aunt Tulip is coming over to babysit,” I say, giving them the squint eye. “Are you going to be good for her? Or are we going to come home to find her rocking in a corner again?”