Page 37 of Rough Patch

The way she said it as she rubbed her hand over her ass brought him closer to the edge. He brought his hand down, and she whimpered as she slid her finger into her pussy. “Do it again. Harder.”

Oh, God. But he raised his hand and swatted her ass. “Turn over.”

“No.” She worked her finger over her clit and writhed against her hand. “Spank my ass.”

Instead, he pulled her hand away. “You’re not getting yourself off.” He moved away from the bed to the chair where he’d stored a bag he’d dropped off earlier when Fiona was getting ready. Toys. A couple of those sexy as hell scarves. A bottle of warming massage oil.

He pulled out the massage oil. “Lay on your belly.” Once he had her relaxed, then the real fun would begin. He started with her feet, then her calves, kneading and pressing against muscle until she moaned in contentment. He moved up over her ass, soothing the light red handprint still visible, then trailed his hands in a slick line up her spine to her shoulders. He loved the feel of her skin, the twitch of her muscles as he smoothed and rubbed.

“Turn over.”

Again, he started with her feet and moved his way up. He’d planned to go all the way to her shoulders again, but no way could he ignore the glistening wetness between her legs. He bent, intending only a quick kiss, but no way could he stop. Not when her breaths came in short desperate gasps, and she tasted like heaven. He pushed one of her knees up and held it there as he lapped and licked and sucked her clit into his mouth.

His cock ached, but he lifted his head and reached for the bag, pulled out a small vibrator he’d found just after he moved in. Switching it on, he ran it over her clit then slid it inside her. She shifted and he pushed it deeper then pulled it back as he lowered his head again. “You don’t come until I’m inside you.”

“Or you’ll spank me again?”

“Or I’ll close up shop and we go home.” The hell. But she didn’t have to know. He grinned against her clit and pushed the vibrator in and out twice before he sat up.

“Oh, God, Grier.” She reached for him but he moved away, still fucking her with her toy. The sounds she made excited every cell in his body.

“Have you ever watched yourself, Fiona?” That he could talk at all he considered one of his greatest accomplishments. “Let me video.” He grunted the words and waited for her nod before he pulled out his phone and turned the camera on. “Touch yourself for me.”

He scooted back and unfastened his zipper to relieve as much pressure as he dared, keeping the phone pointed toward her as she used one hand on the vibrator and the other on her clit.

“Don’t come, Fiona.” She slid the vibrator out and tossed it toward the chair then sat up to pull him down on top of her. The phone slid to the floor and he pushed his pants away as she wrapped her legs around his waist and attached her mouth to his.

He pumped into her, his cock so hard he was afraid he’d hurt her, but she met every thrust, every grind of his hips with her own.

“Grier!”

Her body twisted under his and her pussy tightened around him as he shot into her. It wasn’t until he floated back to Earth that he realized. “Fiona, I forgot a condom.”

She sighed and snuggled into his side. “I don’t care. I’ll have ten kids with you if you want.”

He chuckled. “Definitely not ten.” They only had the one and barely managed to make time to see one another. Maybe in a few years they could try again. But from now until then, he’d happily use protection.

* * *

Fiona only called to check on the baby once, but she’d come four times. A victory for husband Grier even as Daddy Grier frowned.

Fiona hung up the phone. “She’s fine.”

“I assumed she would be.” Not that he wouldn’t have rushed to pick her up if Jez had any problems, but thank God, she hadn’t. This was one night he really didn’t want to end early. Fiona reclined and stretched languidly next to him. “I did some thinking about Mayberry.” He’d thought about it a lot.

“A nice dream, huh?”

“Yeah.” He gathered her close and planted a kiss against her scalp. “I could probably get a job fixing cars.”

“Or you could be a stay at home dad, and I could work.”

He smiled. Funny. “You mean drive the carpool and coach the soccer team?”

“Yeah.” She nodded and rested her chin on her hands just over his heart. “You could bake cupcakes for the bake sales, join the PTA, be my love slave.”

To be honest, when they’d first married, he’d thought she would keep him away from the business rather than turn it all over to him. But he frowned at the wistfulness in her voice. “You missing work?”

She tilted her head from side to side. “I miss being out in the world.”