Not until I’m buried in her tight pussy, and she’s spread out on her fucking bed before me.
“What? Did I do something wrong?”
“Jesus, no.” I lift her from her knees, wrapher legs around my hips, and swallow her moan as my cock kisses her cunt. “I left the condom out there, and I swear to God if I don’t fuck you right now, I might lose my damn mind.”
Olivia licks up the length of my neck and drags her teeth over my ear. “Then grab the whole fucking box and let’s put them to good use, Adler.”
My fingers dig into her perfect heart-shaped ass, and I turn off the water and grab the box, then walk into her bedroom and gently lay her on that pristine white blanket. Time to get it dirty.
“Greedy little thing, aren’t you, Olivia?” I toss the condoms to the nightstand and throw a strip of them on the bed beside her.
“Only for you.” She plants her feet on the mattress and lets her thighs fall open. “I’ve been desperate for you for weeks, Logan. Before I even wanted to admit it to myself. Before there was any chance I could admit it to you. Please don’t make me wait.”
With a smile, I settle between her legs and kiss one foot, then the other, throwing both legs over my shoulders and burying my face in herpussy.
“I wouldn’t dream of it, wife,” I growl against the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. Sucking herclit hardereachtime she squirms.Filling her with my fingers, then pulling out as soon as she gets close, over and over, until she’s throbbing and swollen and begging for more.
With a quick flick of my wrist, I slap her pussy, and she bows off the bed, her nails scoring my scalp and pulling my hair as she chants my name.
Olivia St. James begging beneath me may just be the hottest fucking thingI’veever seen. But I’m not done. Not even close. I’ve fantasized about this woman since I was eighteen years old, a lifetime of this won’t ever be enough.
I pull away and tear open a condom just as a door slams downstairs.
“Olivia—” Serena calls out, and Liv’s eyes widen in horror, then shutter with disappointment. “Livvy, are you here?”
My beautiful wife drops her body back down to the bed and throws her head back for a quick moment. When she opens her eyes, I know it’s about to be a long night, but not in the way I hadplanned. “I’m so sorry,” she whispers, sitting up and pressing her lips to mine. “But I have to.”
I palm the back of her head, deepening our kiss for a split second. “Take care of your cousin. I’m not going anywhere.”
I feel her smile without ever seeing it before she gets up, throws on a robe, and heads downstairs.
Not sure when it happened, but I’m pretty sure I’ve fallen hard for my wife.
Guess that means I better accept that she already comes with her own significant other.
OLIVIA
I heard someone say two wrongs don’t make a right.
They obviously don’t know me.
I’m not worried about the math not mathing.
I’m making a point, not a right.
Fuck off.
—Olivia’s Secret Thoughts
The last vestiges of summer seem to have come to an end as October rolls in and brings the cooler air, and more importantly, the impending hockey season with it. The Nobles are playing their last preseason game tonight, and as much as I loathe to do it, Maggie and I sit in the family room with Waverly and possibly my least favorite person, Jasper, to watch Logan and Rafe hopefully kick some ass. Even if it’s just for a few minutes before my hockey hottie husband is pulled from the ice.
Typically, starters don’t play much during preseason games. It’s more of an opportunity for those players trying to make the final cut to show what they’re made of than it is for someone like Logan. With one of the biggest contracts on his team, it makes no sense for management to risk their captain getting hurt in a game that has no bearing on the season.
I don’t typically watch this team because I don’t have any players on my roster that play for them. Although now, I have more of a vested interest.
The team comes out for warm-ups, and the camera pans the ice, catching that interest as he stretches. Logan’s pale-blue uniform is nearly the same color as his eyes. And damn, this man is gorgeous on any given day, but out there, on the ice, in that uniform... Yeah. My husband is incredible.
“Do you see Daddy, baby?” I point at Logan on the TV, trying to get Maggie excited, but she basically ignores me like I’m annoying her. Who knows, I probably am. She wasn’t happy about her dinner or her bath tonight, and she looks about five minutes away from needing to go to bed.
