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Chapter Twenty-Three
Finn
I awoketo the sheer wonder of seeing my wife asleep with her legs parted and her tits bared to my gaze.
I’d hated how she’d been hidden from my sight recently. I’d hated the distance between us in bed. I’d hated not being able to feel her against me, to touch and taste every part of her.
My morning wood was alive and kicking, but I was strangely sated. I reached down to pet her pretty pussy and glowered at the warm plastic still inside her.
I’d done that to punish both of us.
She hadn’t been ready for this, and my impatience could cause a setback. I’d known seeing the dildo in the morning light would piss me off and remind me to be careful with her. For her, I’d done it to teach her the lesson that nothing felt as right as my cock inside her.
Tempted to let her sleep, I moved my fingers away, but the second I did, she mumbled, “Don’t stop.”
I grinned and turned my face into my bicep as I snickered.
“Why you laughin’?” she grumbled, one eye popping open. “Felt good.”
“Too good,” I chided her sadly.
“Soon,” she whispered, staring at me sleepily.
“Soon,” I promised, giving her the word that was like our passcode, our vow to one another.
“Will you take it out now?”
I grinned at her again. “Didn’t like it?”
“It’s not you.”
Well, if that wasn’t good for a man’s ego, what was?
Sitting up, I moved closer to her so I could press a kiss to her mouth. She flinched when I licked my tongue over her bottom lip and I shot her a knowing smile when she pinkened adorably.
“I missed you,” she whispered when I stared deeply into her eyes.
Pressing my forehead against hers, I sighed. “I’m sorry I’ve been so…”
“Bullheaded?”
“That.” My lips curved. “I came here as often as I could though, didn’t I?”
“Just really late and you were like a bear with a sore paw.”
I whistled. “Two animal comparisons in less than thirty seconds. Someone’s feeling spunky.”
A laugh escaped her. “I am, actually.”
“Not too sore?” My tone sobered as I asked the question.
“No. Bit achy, but nothing terrible.” She bit her lip. “The doctor came yesterday, by the way. Said it’s healing so well because I was healthy before, you know? PT’s helping and, I’m on the mend.” She pressed her hand to my jaw, which I knew had clenched at her statement. “Don’t be angry.”
Stunned, I gaped at her. “Angry? I’m not angry at you, Aoife. Sweet Jesus. As if I could be. I’m mad at myself. We’ll never get these months back, baby. I’m so sorry.”
Her mouth twitched. “Lena says never to expect apologies from you guys.”
“Lena should know when to keep her mouth shut,” I grumbled, rubbing her sore bottom lip with my thumb. “When will you be 100%?”
