Page 19 of The Addendum

I laughed. “It was fine. After we discovered Aiden was commando and we all got a glimpse of his ass, none of us were much interested in playing.” I described him reaching for his ball, Van holding him steady, then the loud rip of his too-tight pants and the hilarity that ensued.

“Aiden fell, taking Van with him. As Aiden climbed out of the water, he slipped again, mooning some other golfers. Van was laughing so hard he couldn’t get out of the water. Aiden kept searching for his damn ball, flashing us every time he did. By the time he crawled out of the water with his golf ball in hand, we’d all seen his other balls swinging in the wind far too often.” I waggled my eyebrows as Katy snorted with laughter. “A bunch of grown men lying around the greens laughing like schoolboys. That’s when we were asked to retire to the clubhouse.”

“Oh my,” she chortled.

“Was your day a little more circumspect?” I asked, lazily trailing my finger up her leg. “You look very relaxed and pretty.”

“We had a lovely day. I had my nails and toes done, a facial, and a neck massage.” She wiggled her toes, and I admired the sparkly pink on them.

“And I got my legs waxed,” she added, coyly lifting her leg to my shoulder. I ran my hand over her calf in appreciation.

“Silky,” I murmured.

“I got it all waxed,” she purred.

I studied her expression as I stroked my hand higher over her smooth thighs, sliding one finger over the softness of her folds. “Katy,” I hummed, taking in her flushed cheeks and wide eyes. “Have you been lying here, waiting for me? Wanting to show me how you spent your day?” I tugged her other leg, opening her to me. “Hoping I would touch you and see how thorough a job they did?”

“Yes,” she replied. “I thought you’d inspect their work.”

I slid my fingers over her clit, smiling at her soft whimper of need. Feeling the proof of her desire on my fingers—the soft heat, wet and beckoning. “I’ll inspect it, all right.”

She gasped as I lifted her other leg to my shoulder and buried my face between her thighs. She arched her back as my tongue slid across her center, and I slipped two fingers inside her. I licked and sucked, pulling her clit between my lips and nibbling the tender flesh softly. She cried out as I pumped my fingers, keeping the pressure on her clit until she orgasmed hard and fast, crying out my name, yanking on my hair.

Before she could come down, I moved, burying my cock inside her. It didn’t matter how long we’d been together, how often we made love, fucked, or pleasured each other. Every time was new and different. Every sensation intense and perfect. I gripped her calves, pulling her over my thighs, thrusting into her as I licked and teased her soft skin. Her heels pressed on my back, her low moans and pleas music to my ears.

I groaned at the feeling of being inside her. The heat, the wetness, the grip she had on my cock. The way she moved with me. The feel of her fingers digging into my skin for purchase. The sheen of sweat on our bodies as we moved together. The look in her eyes as our gazes locked. Desire, passion, and love. All of it for me. I would never be worthy of what she gave me, yet I would fight to keep her as mine. Always. She was my greatest gift, the catalyst for all the good things that came into my life because of her.

My orgasm came out of nowhere. I grunted as the sensation exploded, sending me skyrocketing into oblivion. I shut my eyes as pleasure snapped and danced up and down my spine. My balls tightened. My grip on her intensified, and I came. Loudly. Shouting her name. Groaning my release, feeling hers rippling along my shaft as she joined me.

And then—the brief moment of absolute peace that followed. The only sounds in the room were our heavy breathing and her soft, blissful sighs. The feeling of her tugging at me, wanting me beside her, brought me back to reality. I released her legs, slid from her, and settled on the mattress, pulling her into my arms.

“They did a good job,” I mumbled. “I hope you tipped them well.”

She chuckled, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Not as well as you tipped me.”

I laughed into her neck, nipping at the skin playfully.

“Cheeky.”

I shut my eyes, suddenly tired. Katy curled up next to me, tucked under my chin, her hand on my chest. A few moments later, she was asleep, and I joined her in slumber.

* * *

Quiet music played in the background of the kitchen. Katy smiled at me across the table, spinning her wineglass in her fingers. She was dressed in one of my shirts and a pair of yoga pants, looking far younger than her years in the subtle light of the evening. Between us was a plate of cheeses and meats, crackers, and all sorts of pickles and condiments left from the party. We sipped wine and nibbled on the food, basking in the peace. I watched my wife, enjoying seeing her so relaxed. She was artless in her mannerisms, unknowingly sexy.

I stood and held out my hand, taking her in my arms. We moved around the kitchen, our steps in perfect synchronization. I loved dancing with her. She fit under my chin, her soft hair tickling my skin. Her body molded to mine, and she smelled like home. I had always loved her scent and was pleased she’d never changed her perfume. It suited her. It suited me.

She sighed, nestling closer. I pressed a kiss to the top of her head, and she tilted up her chin. I bent low, kissing her, our mouths moving together in slow, languid passes. Gentle brushing of our lips, soft presses, breathy sighs filled with words we didn’t have to speak.

The patio door slid open, and Heather groaned as she came in, sitting down and pouring a glass of wine.

“Do you two ever stop?” she asked, trying to sound exasperated and failing. “I’m shocked I only have four siblings.”

I chuckled and kissed Katy one last time before drawing back.

I sat beside my daughter, pressing a kiss to her head. “You have no idea how lucky you are we stopped at five of you.”

“Eww.” She pulled a face, then laughed. “No one believes me outside this family when I tell them how the two of you are with each other even after all these years.”