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Knowing I was being childish but unable to stop myself, I stormed to my bike parked on the other side of an F150. I snatched my helmet from the handlebar, but before I could pull it on my head, Sloane’s hand gently gripped my arm. Suddenly spent, my steam having evaporated at her touch, my shoulders slumped. The helmet dangled from my hand, and I turned to her.
“I’m being an asshole, aren’t I?” Resignation heavy in my tone, I raised my gaze to her beautiful face.
“Yeah, but I get it. How about if we go to Eno’s and start our date over?” She stood on her tiptoes and pressed a kiss to my lips. I opened and turned the chaste kiss she started into something a little needier. She nipped my bottom lip and tugged before dropping back to her soles.
“Okay, but we’re not talking about him,” I muttered.
“Whatever you say, baby,” she told me in her silken voice that poured over me like a soothing balm.
“You better not be doing some kind of hocus-pocus shit on me right now,” I huffed, but I couldn’t keep the corners of my lips from lifting as I watched her smirk and roll her eyes.
Taking in her every feature, I found my ire slowly fizzling as another passionate emotion rose to the surface. Returning my helmet to the bike, I reached out and curled my hands around her softly rounded hips. After Brigit, she had remained a little curvier than she’d been before. While she hated the change and complained about the weight she’d gained, I loved every inch of her and wasted not a single opportunity to show her how much.
“I have a better idea. How about we get the food to go and we get a hotel room? Your mom is still keeping Brigit for the night, right?”
“We have a house, you know, and it’s not that far away,” she reasoned, standing there in the cool March air looking sexy as fuck. Several strands of her midnight hair blew in her face, and I brushed them back before she could. My hand lingered on her neck, and I stroked her cheek with my thumb.
“I’d just like to have you to myself for the night with no distractions. Just the two of us,” I coaxed as I brushed a kiss over the velvety soft skin of her lips.
“Mmm. That actually sounds really good.”
“Meet you at Eno’s. Then once we get the food, you follow me,” I instructed.
“Okay, but we’re not staying at the Blue Mood Inn,” she insisted, and I chuckled. That was what she called the small mood-light hotel Voodoo, Raptor, and I had stayed at the first time we came looking for her.
“Whatever you say, baby,” I tossed her words back at her, and she giggled through my kiss.
I walked her to her car and then returned to my bike and got on. Once situated, I checked for traffic. Right as I pulled out, I happened to look in my mirrors. I caught Keenan standing outside the bar, hands in his pockets, looking tense and a bit forlorn.
Though I tried to maintain the tough, angry exterior, I couldn’t help the pang that hit my chest at the sight of him.
Instead of dwelling on the emotions I wasn’t ready to process, I did as I said. We grabbed food, drinks, and drove to the nearest nice hotel.
The pizza got dumped on the dresser as we fought to peel the layers off each other. Nothing mattered at that moment except for the smooth surface of her skin under my lips, tongue, and hands. It wasn’t long before I was intoxicated by her scent, driven mad with her taste, and greedy for the feel of her wet heat sleeving my achingly hard shaft.
No thoughts intruded as I worshipped my witchy woman exactly the way she deserved to be. By the time I drove deep into her body, she was a whimpering, trembling mess, and I needed a moment to gain control or I was going to empty myself in her with one more stroke.
“Fuck, you feel perfect,” I told her as I propped myself on my elbows and cradled her neck and shoulders. I rained kisses on every inch of her flushed skin I could reach. When I couldn’t stand it anymore, I worked my hips, reveling in the little gasp she couldn’t hold in. Each slow glide in and out was my own personal heaven.
Her short nails scored my back as she dragged them down to grip my ass. She rose up, grinding her clit against me, and used handfuls of my ass to pull me closer, encouraging me to move faster.
“Please,” she begged. “Harder, oh please, baby, harder!”
I loved that she wasn’t afraid to tell me or show me what she wanted.
With a satisfied grunt, I gave her exactly what she needed until she screamed my name, throbbing around me, and I was gritting my teeth and moving in shallow thrusts to hold myself off. With each pulse, I was losing that tenuous hold until finally, I rose and buried myself deep and hard within her perfect pussy. I lifted one bent leg to open her up, and then I lost it.
There was no holding back.
One arm and my knees held my weight as the other wrapped around her and gripped her ass. Her shin was pressed into the side of my chest as finesse became a distant memory, and I operated on pure, unadulterated need.
My hips pistoned rapidly as the ecstasy I sought crept closer. On the periphery of my consciousness, it tingled and teased. Harder, faster, sweat coating our skin, I kept the mad pace until it was no longer a niggling vibration of my senses; it was a cataclysmic explosion. Blackness sparked with white flashes, taking over my vision as I tumbled through the euphoric storm.
“Keagan!” she screamed as my orgasm set off another of her own. Fuck, I loved that she screamed my real name when she fell apart.
As the last of the pulsing waves rolled over us, I rested my head on her chest and tried to pull my thoughts back together.
“I love you, wife,” I mumbled into her perfect breasts.
“Mmm, and love you, husband,” she sleepily replied. Uncaring of the mess we made on the hotel sheets, I withdrew, rolled off her, and tugged her into my side, where she snuggled in with a contented sigh.
As I drifted off to sleep, I wondered if we had made another baby.
I hoped so, because there was no greater gift than creating a life with the woman at my side. She was my friend. She was my lover. She was at times my slavedriver. Other times she spoiled me in ways I didn’t deserve.
Fate was a crazy thing.
And I wouldn’t have changed anything, because, in the end, she was my everything.
The End.
