Where We Belong (Alabama Summer #3.5)

I’ve slept for close to ten hours. I feel reenergized and ready to fuck my wife into next week.

God, she has no idea what she’s in for, baiting me like that. Telling me she was going to ride my cock and my face before slipping out of reach. She’ll be lucky if I let her control any of this. Maybe after I’ve taken her bent over the bed and pounded her into the mattress I’ll let her grind that sweet, wet pussy against my face while she laps at my cock.

Maybe.

I just want to take and take and take tonight, fuck Mia until my body burns with exhaustion. Until there’s no space between us, no separation.

Nothing. Just us.

The boys are still awake. I can hear them tramping down the hallway as I pull on a pair of loose shorts and a T-shirt. I open the bedroom door and step out, scooping up both of my sons and hauling them over my shoulder, growling at them while they squeal and squirm in my arms.

“Daddy!”

“DaDaDa!”

Mia moves toward us, shaking her head through a smile, those tight jeans on her hips looking like a damn second skin. Her shirt dipping low in the front.

Christ.

She motions at Chase’s bedroom door. “Bed time. Come on, Daddy.”

I give her a look. “Daddy? You calling me that tonight?”

She smiles, her cheeks tinting with color. She wets her lips. “Maybe.”

Moving with purpose, ready to get these boys down and get on my woman, I follow Mia into Chase’s bedroom and let Nolan slide down to the floor so he can go play with his train set we keep in here.

He runs to it, banging the pieces together on the tracks, immediately making the noise his brother needs to fall asleep.

I shift Chase in my arms and kiss his head. I look up at Mia. “You want me to put him down?”

Chase reaches for her. “MaMaMa.”

Stepping closer, Mia rubs his back. “Sorry,” she whispers, looking up at me with soft eyes. “I think he’s gotten a little attached to me since you’ve been gone. I’ll do it tonight.” She takes him from my arms and carries him to the crib, sitting down in the chair beside it and rocking him against her chest.

I move to the wall and lean against it, arms crossed, just watching her as Nolan continues to play, making all kinds of noise no one should be able to fall asleep hearing, but Chase is like that. The louder the better for him.

He had colic when he was younger and wouldn’t sleep for anything. He was so miserable. We tried the normal stuff, but even Nolan banging around in here wouldn’t put him down. On the brink of losing my mind, I grabbed the vacuum and ran it next to his crib for thirty seconds.

Put him right out.

After a few minutes, Mia stands and moves to the crib. Chase is out cold, already snoring a little.

“Nolan, come on. Bed time.”

Nolan leaves his trains and dashes out of the room. I follow behind. As I’m entering his bedroom, he grabs his stuffed dragon off the windowsill and carries him to the bed.

“What’s he doing over there?” I ask, tucking Nolan in and sitting on the edge beside him.

He usually carries that thing around with him everywhere.

Nolan squeezes the dragon to his chest. “Keeping watch for bad guys. You weren’t home last night.” He shrugs a little, turning on his side and facing me, his big gray eyes blinking heavily. “Mommy says I’m the man of the house when you aren’t here. My dragon was helping me protect us.”

Grinning, feeling so much pride for my son and loving how honest he has always been about everything, sparing nobody’s feelings in the process, I bend down and kiss his head. “Love you, Buddy,” I whisper, watching him slip the ear of the dragon into his mouth, his eyes falling closed and his deep, even breathing settling him.

I step out into the hallway and pull the door shut.

Looking up, I spot Mia standing by our bedroom door, her top unbuttoned, hanging open and revealing most of her bare tits, stripped of her jeans already and standing in nothing else except the tiniest pair of white panties, looking like no more than a few pieces of dental floss strung together.

“Baby.”

My voice sounds hoarse, need filling every fiber of my body as I move toward her, my eyes raking over her tiny frame, from her toes to those big eyes holding onto me, up and down again until I can’t fucking see her ‘cause she’s pressing against me, crawling up my body, her legs wrapping around my waist and her fingers gripping my hair.

“Bedroom,” she whispers, sucking and biting my neck. “Hurry, Ben.”

I get us through the doorway, and that’s about as far as I make it before she’s sliding down my body and hitting the ground with her knees, tugging my shorts down to my mid-thigh and gasping when my cock springs free.

No boxers.

“Mia,” I moan, my head rolling back as she licks the underside of my shaft, cupping my balls in her hand and squeezing gently. I close my eyes, fisting some of her hair. “Fuck.”

“You taste so good.” She sucks at the head, making little mewling noises in the back of her throat like she’s fucking starved for me, tonguing my balls and pumping my shaft. “You’re so beautiful, Ben. Even this.”

I look down with heavy eyes, staring at my wife. My angel, my sweet fucking angel on her knees worshipping my cock, sucking me into the back of her throat and bobbing with vigor, her small hands squeezing my thighs, tensing every time she gags.

Her lips wet. Her eyes watering.

That familiar pull drags through my groin and pricks low in my spine. The threat of release.

I don’t want to come yet, not before Mia. Not before I do everything I’ve been dying to do to her since I stepped inside the house ten hours ago.

Moaning around my shaft, she sucks at me, hard and hungry.

I close my eyes.

Pace this shit, Kelly. Remember all the filthy, perverted acts you wanted to do and fucking do them before . . .

My breath hitches when Mia bites down a little, dragging her teeth, giving me that tiny bit of pain she knows drives me fucking wild.

Jesus, FUCK.

Moving back, I slide my cock out of her mouth and grab her arms, tugging her to her feet. We switch positions, me dropping down to my knees and her standing above me, posed to be adored, the way it always should be with us.

Planting my hands on her waist, I spin her around until she’s facing the wall.

“Lean forward. Stick your ass out, baby.”

With a gentle hand, I guide her, pushing against the small of her back until her hands are flat on the wall and her head is bowed, her legs trembling as she spreads her feet.

“Oh God,” she whimpers, looking down at me over her shoulder as I spread her ass with my hands, moaning and leaning further into the wall when I kiss her pussy from behind, the gentlest press of my lips to her heated flesh.

I’m ready to devour her, my mouth watering at the very idea of Mia’s taste coating my tongue when a loud, screeching cry sounding like something out of a nightmare comes echoing into the bedroom, sending Mia and I both ramrod straight.

“Chase! Oh, my God.” Mia slides her thong back into place and starts frantically buttoning up her shirt as she darts out of the room.

I look down at the state I’m in—my dick out, hard as a fucking rock and pointing straight up at me, tenting my shirt. My shorts down around my thighs, and my brain, fuck, that has to be around here on the floor somewhere. Pretty damn sure Mia sucked it out of my cock when she was going at me minutes ago.