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I draw firm circles as she moves her lips, bucking against me, fucking me. Goddamn. My wife is a fucking dream. She’s so fucking close to coming. Clenching my jaw, I try to hold back my release until she finds hers.
Then it happens. She throws her head back as her pussy clenches. It milks me, and I can’t hold back my own orgasm. It happens hard and fast. I fill her with my cum as I stare at her neck, my gaze flicking down to her bouncing tits, and then she lets out a sigh, straightening her head, her lips touching mine.
“What’s this about?” I ask.
Her hips roll softly, gently, sweetly as she looks into my eyes. “I just love you, husband.”
I hum as I wrap my fingers around the back of her neck. Squeezing her there, I pull her head down slightly toward my face. Her lips touch mine, and she lets out a breath against my lips.
“I love you, too, sunshine. More today than yesterday.”
That explains everything about my fucking life—loving her more today than yesterday. Twenty years have felt like a second. I would not change anything in my entire life. Not a fucking moment. Everything that has happened has led me to this beauty.
This stunning, beautiful life.
ALLISON
“Do you think they’ll want to get married soon?” Claire asks, leaning back in her chair.
It’s family dinner night. Brenda has already popped open a bottle of wine and has kicked off her shoes, a sure sign she has had a long day and is ready to unwind. I don’t blame her. It seems like every day is a twenty-hour day of insanity right now. I love it, though. Between sports and life, it’s been insane for years, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Parker and Claire smile from across the room at me. Their eyes find mine, and they let out a laugh at Brenda pouring herself another glass. Then a couple of the kids run through the house, and I smile as my eyes follow them. They’re Parker and Claire’s youngest, at only ten years old and still very much little kids, while the rest of our children are teenagers and young adults.
Our family is massive. Three twenty-year-olds, and then I have three more, Parker has two more, and Claire has one more. Nine grandchildren. It’s an amazing thing, this life we’ve all built. A family we’ve built. It’s more than I could have ever expected and more than I could have ever dreamed of.
“I hope not,” Parker murmurs. “I hope my son waits until he’s almost thirty, like his father. I’m not ready to relive the drama of our three marriages.”
Lifting my wineglass, I push it out as if to toast the rest of the women. All of them do the same. We clink glasses before we take a sip of our drinks.
Sucking in a deep breath, I lean back in my chair and shift my attention from one woman to the next. The men are outside doing what they do best—drinking and chatting. The young adults are in the dining room chatting and doing what kids that age do. The teenagers are sitting in a circle in the informal living room, and the ten-year-olds are running around playing tag outside.
Thinking back to the time when we all had toddlers and this house and my own were loud and wild, I let out my breath as I let out a laugh.
“I think I quite prefer the calmness of the past twenty years,” Brenda says. I don’t blame her. I think I prefer it as well.
The door to the backyard opens, and I look over my shoulder, watching as my husband walks into the room, followed by his brothers. The men all stop when they enter the room, then I watch as each of them walks up to his respective wife and stops beside her, including my own.
A kiss is given to each woman, and I shift my gaze around after my own, wondering how in the hell we all got this lucky. Every single person in this room is head over heels in love with their spouse.
The women, the men, all of us are in love with our spouse. I don’t think it happens like this for everyone else. I truly believe we are special.
Hendrick reaches down, holding his palm out for me. “You ready, sunshine?” he asks.
I’m always ready when it comes to taking his hand.
I slip my palm into his. Hendrick curls his fingers around my hand, and I stand to my feet. Placing my wineglass on the coffee table, I turn to my husband and wrap my arms around his neck.
“I’m always ready for you, Hendrick.”
His lips twitch into a smile. “Yeah,” he murmurs. “Same here, sunshine.”
We’re out of the house not too much later, then practically rush home. Once we get the kids all settled in for the night, we both rush to our bedroom. Hendrick locks the door behind him before his eyes find mine, holding my gaze as his lips curve up into a smile.
“I fucking love you, Allison Hamilton.”
My own lips turn up as I take a step toward him, closing the distance between us. “I fucking love you, Hendrick Hamilton. Now get over here and fuck your wife.”
He chuckles. “With pleasure.”
That is how the night ends. Our daughter is happy with the alternative to Vegas. The rest of our boys pretty much are happy as long as there’s a pool of some kind around. I have so much love for my husband and my family I feel like my heart might explode.
Every year, that love grows, and every year, I wonder if I’m going to explode. Thankfully, it hasn’t happened yet. But as Hendrick’s mouth touches mine, I let out a heavy breath and smile. Everything about this man makes me smile. The fact that I love him as much as I do after this many years barrels through my body like a freight train.
“Perfection, Ace. You are just perfection.”
“It’s all you, sunshine,” he rasps.
I want to argue with him, but he doesn’t let me. His mouth is suddenly on mine, and everything that was in my head is now completely gone. All I can think about is Hendrick, his mouth, his hands, his tongue… everything.
Perfection.
