I’ve got my wife naked in my arms, sighing against my mouth, grinding those hips against me like she’s trying to kill me slowly.
“Darlin’,” I rasp, my hand sliding down to squeeze her ass, “you’re gonna be the death of me.”
She smirks against my lips. “What a way to go.”
I flip her under me before she can get another word out, kissing her hard, swallowing her little squeak. She wraps her legs around me, pulling me closer, and I’m just about to slide inside her when?—
Our bedroom door slams open.
“Rise and shine, fuckers!”
“Maverick,” I snarl, jerking my head toward the door. Catalina shrieks, yanking the blanket up to her chest.
He’s leaning against the doorframe, his blonde hair a mess, grinning ear to ear. “Don’t stop on my account.”
Catalina throws a pillow at him. “Get OUT!”
Maverick ducks, laughing so hard he nearly doubles over. “Jesus Christ, you two. It’s barely nine in the morning.”
“You’re about to be barely alive,” I growl, ready to climb out of bed and wring his damn neck.
He holds up his hands, still grinning. “Relax, big brother. Just came to see if you wanted breakfast at the diner. But clearly…” His eyes flick between us, smug as hell. “…you’ve already got your hands full.”
Catalina groans, burying her face in my chest. “I hate him.”
“Not as much as I do,” I mutter, glaring at Maverick until he finally takes the hint and backs out, still laughing on his way down the hall.
When the door clicks shut, I settle back over her, kissing her temple. “Sorry, baby. Should’ve locked it.”
She peeks up at me, eyes glinting. “Next time, I’m installing a deadbolt.”
I huff a laugh, nuzzling her neck, already hard again despite the interruption. “Next time, I’m killin’ him.”
From the sound of her laughter, I don’t think she’d stop me.
We finally drag ourselves out of the bedroom, Maverick’s kicked back on my couch, feet on the coffee table, flipping through channels.
I stop in the doorway, arms crossed. “You live here now?”
He grins, not looking up. “Place has better coffee than mine.”
Catalina rolls her eyes so hard I’m surprised they don’t get stuck. “That’s because I bought it.”
“Exactly,” Maverick says, pointing at her like she just proved his point.
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Both of you, out to the barn. Stalls need muckin’.”
Catalina gasps. “Excuse me? On a Saturday morning?!”
“Yes, darlin’,” I deadpan, grabbing my boots.
Maverick groans as he drops the remote. “I’m a guest.”
“You barged into my bedroom,” I remind him, shooting him a look. “You forfeit guest privileges.”
All three of us make our way into the barn, Catalina drags her feet mumbling to herself, and Maverick stalks behind her, twirling a dandelion between his fingers.
We step into the barn, and Catalina presses her face into the crook of her elbow. “Oh my God,” she groans, voice muffled. “Why does it smell like that?”
