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“I made you a promise, remember?” he whispers in my ear, his large frame melted into my quivering body.
“What?” I croak, racking my brain.
“I told you I would own your moans and your screams,” he says, turning me on my back again with ease, his deep voice low and dark.
I brush the sweat soaked hair from his forehead. “Babe, you already do, you’re mine forever.”
Rafe & Storm
“Yes, right there,” she tells me, straddling my legs, trying to get a better look.
I grunt, and swear as my fingers glide over the smooth surface. “Why do they make the holes so fucking small,” I growl. She scoots forward. The heat of her pussy has my dick standing at attention in a second.
Chuckling, she teases, “I don’t know, husband, why do they make such tiny holes for big screws like that?” Her hoarse voice is making my cock throb. He’s hard as steel, begging for me to claim my beautiful wife. I shake my head, staring at her freckled face. “How the fuck did I get so lucky?”
“Because I got lost in the woods and the big bad wolf saved me.”
“Best decision I ever made,” I tease, waggling my brows.
She licks her lips, handing me the screwdriver I need to finish work on the tiny dirt bike I built for the kids. They baptized it Elsa from that fuckingFrozenmovie they made me watch fifty times with a gold crown on my head. The thought makes me smile; I loved every minute of it. The best was watching the kids’ expressions change from shock to pure bliss while they focused on the screen. I can’t believe my dream of having a family came true.
“Fuck, babe, don’t tease me,” I breathe out, watching as she leans forward and pulls down her white shirt exposing the red lace bra underneath. Smirking, I reach out for her breasts, but she swats my hands away.
“Hell no, you’re not getting any more grease on me.”
My booming laugh fills the shed while I turn the screw. “Maybe later I’ll suck on them and make you come like I did last night after I put the rug rats to bed.”
She kisses me, not caring if my greasy hands leave palm prints on her ass.
“Mommy! Daddy!” two little voices yell from the yard. It doesn’t take them long to come barreling into the shed with the dogs hot on their tails.
“Is it ready, Dad?” our son asks, while I wipe my hands on an old shirt.
“Yes, Dadda, I want to ride Elsa!” our daughter sings.
We share a laugh, and I grunt when Storm presses her hand to my crotch before standing up. The little tease, smiling, she winks at me. I raise one brow, indicating she’s going to pay for that later.
I turn the screw as tight as it can go and get up. “It should be,” I say, pushing the little dirt bike outside. Max jumps onto his black one, pressing a helmet over his head. Hazel does the same, turning the gas on her little ice blue one. In a second, they are off, flying across the lawn to the dirt bike area I made for them with my best friend. Wes raises his beer, indicating he is going to watch the kids while I have other plans for my wife.
I slide the door closed and bolt the lock before tying my long hair back. “What are you doing?” she laughs, the corner of her mouth hiking up as she walks backward into her studio, the red light casting a sexy glow across the room. I follow her, palming my shaft through my jeans. My cock is throbbing, pre-cum already seeping from the tip.
“Looking at my beautiful wife, and the life we made,” I say, staring at the pictures hanging on the walls, ready to be shipped for her new exhibition. They are breathtaking, just like her. Her parents came to her first show in Los Angeles. After the land was returned to my tribe, they reached out, and even though I wanted to bury her father deep in the woods for what he did to her, I’m glad they are part of our kids’ lives now. I finally made peace with my own past when Storm and I took a road trip to North Dakota and visited my dad’s grave. The six months we traveled around the country in her van with our dogs gave me a sense of peace. With her by my side, my dark days and nights are getting fewer with each passing year.
Staring at the pictures, I smile.Time Magazinecalled Storm one of the best wildlife photographers in the world. She’s gifted, that’s for damn sure. The last couple of years we spent almost every free weekend exploring the woods, and last year we took the kids to Australia for their fifth birthday. They loved it.
Storm’s legs hit the pull-out couch we use for moments like these while I prowl closer. “I love you, babe,” I husk out, watching as she pulls her shirt over her head, revealing that red lace bra I love so much.
Storm
My stomach swoops as I watch Rafe standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his shoulder, looking every bit the hot mountain man I married six years ago.
“Lose the bra.” The gruffness of his deep voice sends waves of pleasure to my pussy.
Arching my back, I run my fingers over my breasts, teasing my puckered nipples through the lace as I sit in the middle of the bed.
“Goddamn,” he swears, his voice low.
With two big strides, he reaches me, and with a wicked smile, he grabs my ankles and pulls me toward him.
