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“Fine. Damn caveman,” she mumbles under her breath. I smack her ass and wink.
“Damn straight. Say bye to the girls.”
“Bye, ladies. I live to fight another day,” she says, her hand in the air like a rebel. She is such a hellion sometimes. The other ladies raise theirs and laugh at the same time. Shaking my head, I guide my woman out the door.
“Did you and the ladies have fun today?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because.” Oh boy. Here we go with the one-word answers. This night might not go as planned.
“Rosy.” I try to use my serious voice which only makes her roll her eyes at me.
“Max,” she says back in her imitation deep voice. So hot.
“Is this really how you want to spend our free time, baby. Arguing?” I ask, rubbing her thigh. Her mouth twitches, letting me know I am close. “Come on baby. Let’s have a good night.” she sighs and relaxes a little. Her fingers play with my watch as she contemplates what she wants to do. Finally, she looks at me.
“We basically spent the time making lists of the people we think could be doing this to our business. Not sure if we made much headway, but it's a start.”
“It is. That could actually help.” I respond. “So, do you want to go out to eat, cook at home, or order in?” she bites her lip and groans, leaving my mouth, picturing those lips wrapped around my cock.
“Order in.” And she is back to being upset. Opening the car door, I help her down. Once inside she heads towards the stairs, intent on shutting me out. I don’t fucking think so.
“Where do you think you are going?” she stops mid step and turns.
“Upstairs. I’m tired.”
“I don’t fucking think so. Get your stubborn, sexy ass back down here and bend over.” I begin unbuckling my belt and pants, so she knows I am not playing. I see her battle waging. Her face still stone and resolute, but her thighs are stuck together, rubbing in succession with her breathing. “Rosy.” rubbing my dick I, give her my no-bullshit voice. My shit is spitting he is so horny. She licks her lips and comes back down the stairs. I can read the challenge in her eyes as she drops her pants and bends over in front of me. She is letting me know, just because she loves my dick doesn’t mean she isn’t still pissed. That’s ok. I can live with that. I just can’t live without her. “You want me to angry fuck you, baby. My pleasure.” I kick her legs open and invade her snatch, no warmup, nothing. “Fuck.” I curse, her pussy is damn wet. I hear her whimper and I run my nose up the side of her face. “Your head is mad, baby, but your body fucking sings.”
“Fuck you, Max!” she shouts as she impales herself on my cock, her anger showing.
“That’s precisely what we are doing. Oh, by the way. You can tell whoever you want to about the big bad husband that won’t knock you up. It is not going to change shit.” she screams at my words, right before my hand wraps around her throat and beats the pissy attitude out of her pussy. Anger and desire never felt so good.
“Max,” she calls for me right before she comes all over my cock, our release drips onto our kitchen floor.
“I fucking love you, Rosy.” I reiterate, not stopping my thrusts, more than positive we both have more to give. My hands grab her hips and pound her over and over, infatuated with the hips that spread when she was carrying my kids. In love with the ass that grew and never left. Obsessed with the tits that swing as I mount her like a madman.
“Oh, God. I love you too, Max. Oh fuck. Too much!”
“It's not near enough, but shit, I can’t hold off.” My hand reaches and pinches her clit. We roar together and fall to the floor, her on my lap. I take this moment to heart, knowing my stubborn wife is going to be back to being pissed at me. She shocks me though.
“Take me to bed and make love to me, Max. Make it all better.” She never has to ask for that.
CHAPTER FOUR
ROSE
The next day, I sit at the table in the makeshift workspace the guys whipped up for us when it was no longer safe to go back to the store. Instead of working with my friends like I am supposed to be doing, I can only think about myself. I mean people have been hit by cars, but I can only think about myself right now. I am supposed to be entering phone messages for Migan to call back into our system but all I want to do is go to bed. I am so sad right now that I don’t want to do anything, especially not this. It’s Monday and blah already but this kind of talk and the way I feel makes it so much worse. Plus, my cute one hundred square foot office that was tucked in an unused closet at the shop was destroyed. There was limited space, and everyone wanted an office, so I took the smallest one, but I decorated the shit out of it. IKEA was my friend for sure.
