“That Lil?” Colt says as he settles his ass on the stool next to me.
I meet his gaze. “Yes. Mum told her about the sculpture she made her. She’s convinced it’s a dick.”
He chuckles. “I wish it was, just so I could see the look on her face when Fern gives it to her.”
I smile. “You are an evil man, Mr Caveman.”
He reaches for my stool and pulls me closer. “How hungry are you?”
Because I’ve been with this man for seven years, and because I know how his heart beats and his mind works, I know exactly where he’s going with this. Placing my hand on his thigh, I slide it up his leg towards his dick, and say, “I could skip eating tonight.”
Jerking his chin, he says, “You need to get your ass on the back of my bike.”
I lean into him and brush my lips across his. “I like it when you go on these runs.”
“I thought you were never allowing me to go on a run ever again.”
“I’m a woman. We’re allowed mixed emotions.”
“Ain’t that the fucking truth.”
I slide off my stool and loop my arms around his neck. “We’re gonna need doughnuts for this.”
His lips spread out in the sexiest smile known to mankind as his hands curve over my ass in the way I live for. “You know I’ve always got you covered, beautiful.”
“You got me some already?”
“I picked them up on the way here.”
And just like that, Colt rights my world.
It’s been a long, hard week without him here, and I’m in no hurry to do it again. But wewilldo it again because that’s club life. And I’m good with that. Colt makes it so I’m always good with that. This man always knows the exact right thing to say or do to keep my world spinning in all the right ways. Sometimes it’s as simple as getting doughnuts on the way home; sometimes it involves him taking charge when I’m sick; sometimes it’s himputting his foot down and telling me I need time with my girls because he can see how stretched I am; and sometimes it’s him sending the kids to Mum’s for the night, puttingPretty Womanand thenDie Hardon, and pulling me into his arms on the couch. But always, it’s him knowing what I need and then doing whatever it takes to give me that.
13
J & MADISON
MADISON’S POV
10 years after they married
Christmas Day
5:05 a.m.
“Babe.”J’s lips brush against my ear as he spoons me. “It’s just after five.” He reaches for the bottom of my nightie and pushes it up before sliding his hand between my legs.
We didn’t get to bed until just after midnight last night, so neither of us have had enough sleep. And between the exhausting heat of this week and the maddening social calendar we’ve been keeping to this month, I’m not even sure I’ll be able to open my eyes this morning. However, if there’s one person who could convince me to do that, it’s J. After a decade of being married to this man, he knows all the ways to persuade me to do things when I don’t want to do them.
I open my legs for him. “If the kids come in, it’s on you to tell them what you’re doing.”
He kisses my neck while his finger circles my clit. “Have I ever let you down?”
I smile. “No.”
Last week, our eldest daughter, Willow, walked in on him going down on me. Thankfully, he was under the sheets, and she couldn’t see what he was doing. He casually popped his head out and told her he was searching for one of my earrings.
The week before that, Jewel, who is six, found us in the pantry. J had pulled me in there when he thought my mum had all the girls occupied upstairs. I was about to orgasm when she came in. Jewel is the most suspicious child I’ve ever met and didn’t buy J’s story that he was helping me find ingredients to make her favourite cake. She’d narrowed her eyes at him and said, “Mummy had a weird look on her face. Were you hurting her?” I’d almost burst out laughing at that. J had simply taken her hand and led her to the kitchen table and sat her down before launching into the most outlandish story he’s ever come up with for the kids. He told her I hadn’t been feeling well and that he’d had to check all my symptoms and inspect me to find out what was wrong. His diagnosis was that I needed to rest on my bed while he stayed with me to ensure I was okay. He had then promptly taken me for my “rest” while Grandma took the girls to the park at Jewel’s insistence.
