Page 3 of The Marriage Rebound

I shook my head and carried my bag up to our bedroom while she went about talking to him on the way to the treat drawer. I’d gotten her the pet a year ago when she’d been again complaining about how much time she spent alone and had once again brought up the talk of children. Vuitton had given me a temporary reprieve, at least from the latter part, but sadly that particular point had circled back around since we’d met Khadijah and her pregnant sister at the start of the season. Trying to curb the talk was getting harder, but I looked on the bright side—until we were on the same page, at least an “oops” wasn’t a possibility. Team lesbian for the win.

Light flooded the room when I flipped the switch. I dropped my bag at the entrance of the closet before plopping down onto our king bed. As I lay staring up at the coffered ceiling, weariness started to settle into my body. I was fucking tired. The season had been hard, and I’d pushed myself more to make sure I was showing up and doing my part for the team. It was starting to catch up to me. I closed my eyes and blew out a long sigh. Though I loved my job, having only a couple weeks off before heading overseas to play added to my overall fatigue. But I had to handle business to make sure everything was taken care of because that was the responsibility I signed up for.

But I was fucking tired . . .

My breathing started to slow as her muffled voice and his high-pitched barks seemed to get more distant.

“I know you ain’t fallin’ asleep on me.”

I popped my eyes open as Sasha crawled on top of me. “Not at all, baby.”

“Good.” She placed her hands on the bed on either side of my face and leaned in for a kiss. A real proper kiss that we’d refrained from sharing at the arena because I did not need us ending up on sound bites—enough of our relationship had played out in the media streets as it was.

I slid my palms up her thick thighs until I grabbed her ass, moaning against her lips as she slipped her tongue into my mouth. Her intention was clear and determined. She’d put me off, but the way she rocked against me as our mouths worked together let me know she was ready to give me her full attention.

I squeezed and massaged her ass, and our mouths remained connected, moving in a well-choreographed tango. She was soft, tasted sweet and smelled of jasmine, an invigorating combination that chased away the sleepiness that had tried to settle in. Sasha pulled away, smiling down as she straddled me.

She was so fucking sexy. Her normally light brown eyes were so filled with lust they damn near looked black. I couldn’t resist running my hands up her sides until I cupped her breasts and used my thumbs to circle her hard nipples, which poked out behind the tight fabric of her bodysuit. She arched her back, moaning at the contact.

I repeated the action, pinching slightly, which elicited a low hiss from my sexy wife. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

Slowly, she leaned forward. “You,” she said softly before pressing her lips to mine. “All I ever want is you.”

Chapter 2

Sasha

The wicked smile my sexy wife gave sent an electric jolt to the throbbing need between my legs. Sex was always great, but after a win . . . she was usually on a whole other level. And I was beyond ready to reap those rewards.

Courtney flipped us, pinning my arms above my head. “What the lady wants, the lady gets.”

She slowly inched a hand down until she lightly held my throat. Courtney peered down at me, and the darkening of her eyes made me clench with excitement. I had her undivided attention, and I was going to enjoy each and every second of it. I licked my lips and tilted my chin up, giving her more access. She responded how I’d hoped, by tightening her grip, an action that increased the dampness of my thong.

My sexy wife leaned forward, claiming my mouth again. Her kiss was firm and controlling as she pushed her tongue past my lips. I moaned at the welcomed intrusion. The hold she had on me was tight and that sent a thrill through me. I’d never cared to have someone be so dominating in the bedroom before Courtney, but the way she handled me . . . it was a quiet, smooth control that called to something deep within. I loved surrendering to her. I tilted my hips upward, straining for more contact, but her body weight kept me pinned in place.

She pulled back and nipped my earlobe between her teeth. “Someone’s being an impatient brat.”

“Baby, please,” I whined.

She wedged a leg between mine, pressing where I wanted her most. “Tell me how you want it,” she said, rubbing her muscled thigh against me. “My face buried between your legs until you’re begging for mercy? Or me strapped up and fucking you until you’re speakin’ in tongues?”

As she spoke, she rocked against me, increasing the friction while tightening the hand at my throat, which made me moan and squirm more. Courtney released my wrists so she could cup my breast.

“Fuck!” I groaned when she pinched my hard nipple through the fabric. I arched, pressing into her touch when she repeated the action.

“I asked you a question,” she breathed into my ear. The huskiness of her voice was damn near enough to make me come.

Question? What question? My thoughts were fuzzy and all I could focus on was the nut clawing for freedom. “Yes.”

Her resulting chuckle only stoked the fire more. I was close, oh so close, then I was alone. I propped up onto my elbows, frowning at my wife. The lustful smirk on her face stopped any protest I was about to give.

“Strip.”

A single command I scrambled to fulfill, pausing only to watch Courtney’s lazy stroll over to our well-stocked toy chest. I bit the corner of my lip, and my stomach did a flip waiting to see what she’d pull out. Shifting from side to side, I could feel the cool wetness of my arousal as it coated my inner thighs. I tilted my head when she turned around with not her harness setup in hand, but with my smaller vibe I used mainly when playing with myself.

She jutted her chin toward the bed. “Whatcha waitin’ for?”

Keeping my eyes on her, I backed up until the bed hit the back of my legs. Slowly, I lowered myself down then slid backward toward the pillows. I opened and closed my legs, running my fingers along my inner thighs, stopping just shy of my pussy as Courtney took measured steps toward me. Her light brown eyes tracked my movements as she approached, and the intensity of her attention made me wetter.