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“Didn’t even know I was gone, huh?” he asked, smirking down at me.
“Oh, I don’t know,” I said, lowering my voice. “There is one thing I need you for that I don’t get from anyone else.”
At that, his eyes heated.
“How long do you think we’d get if we put him in the playpen?” he asked, jiggling the baby.
“Oh, twenty minutes at least,” I said as the older two went up to play with the puppies over the fence.
“We can make that work,” he decided, walking over to put the baby down as I told the kids I was going to help their father put the ‘luggage from his work trip’ away.
Then we practically ran up the stairs like a pair of lovesick teenagers.
The door was barely closed and locked before our hands were grabbing at clothing, nearly ripping material in our urgency to get naked.
“Fucking missed you,” Silvano said as he sat off the edge of the bed, me straddling him, my lips working up his neck.
“Me too,” I said, sealing my lips to his. For just a moment. Then moving back to watch his face as I lifted up, then lowered down on his cock, letting out a moan as he filled me. Familiar and oh so freaking welcome.
There was no toying around.
Not with the clock winding down to one of the kids coming to look for us, or calling for us.
I rode him hard and fast, his hands digging into my ass, up and through an orgasm that had me crying out and falling against him.
Grabbing me, he rolled me under him, fucking me harder, deeper, taking me from one orgasm and into another that had us both groaning out our releases.
We collapsed together after, trying to slow our breathing, and listening to any sounds of distress from below us.
Hearing nothing yet, I climbed up on his chest, listening to the heart I’d fallen so damn in love with.
“The kids decided what they want to do on spring break,” I told him.
“Yeah?” he asked, his arms tight around me. “What’s that?”
“They want to go to the cabin.”
Yes.
That cabin.
Well, sort of.
We’d actually expanded it quite a bit over the years. Maybe it was morbid of us to want to keep it, to preserve it.
It was a place of so much death.
The bodies he’d buried that night I’d seen him. Storm’s littermates. Neeley and his men.
But it was also the place we’d met.
If not for the cabin in the woods, we never would have met, wouldn’t have fallen in love, or had our kids.
I wanted to keep it.
Besides, we both felt it was important for kids to have a place out of the city where they could really experience the outdoors.
“You’re kidding,” he said, sounding less than thrilled at the prospect.
