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“Good night, everyone!” he called over his shoulder as he strode toward the stairs and in the direction of the guest room they were sleeping in on the second floor. “The Prom King has to christen his queen! Drought ends tonight!”
“It doesn’t work like that!” Georgia whisper-yelled back on a laugh. “She has to be a virgin in order to christen her!”
“I’m a born-again virgin, Wheorgie!” Cassie called back, completely oblivious to the risky game she was playing with her loud voice and our sleeping kids. “I’ve been abstinent for over a week now. I’m basically you when you met Kline and begged him to Christopher Columbus the fuck out of your Pussy Prideland!”
Georgia blushed as everyone in the room laughed, including stoic Flynn. Turning to me, she whispered harshly, “God, she is the worst. I can’t tell her anything without her blabbing it to every-fucking-one.”
Kline wrapped his wife up in his arms and grinned down at her affectionately. “You know, Benny girl, that’s one of my favorite things you’ve ever said to me.”
She snorted. “Oh, how romantic.”
Kline whispered something to her, and it wasn’t long before the two of them were heading upstairs to their room, while my brothers grabbed beers from the fridge and headed out onto the deck.
“Looks like we’re the last two standing,” I taunted my handsome hubby, and he flashed a sexy-as-hell smile as he walked toward me. I half expected him to say something likenot for longand toss me over his shoulder, off to the bedroom and pleasures unknown.
Instead, he sat down on the couch, grabbed my hips, and pulled me down onto his lap. “Damn, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered and placed one sweet press of his lips to mine. “Missed you, Win.”
“Missed you too,” I whispered back, and when I met his eyes, I noted they were slightly hazy. “Are you a little drunk, husband?”
He waggled his brows. “A little drunk and a lot horny for my sexy wife.”
I snorted, but I also searched his slightly unsteady gaze in curiosity. Wes Lancaster was the type of man who liked to stay in control. At all times. So, it was a big rarity to see him tipsy. “So, you let loose tonight?”
“Yeah, well, it was more out of self-preservation since I got dragged to a fucking reunion. I’ve been trying to come home since four hours ago.”
I tapped his name tag. “Kurt Owens?”
“That’s me,” he answered with a lazy grin. “Not sure if you know this, but I was captain of the baseball team my senior year. Had one hell of an arm. Or so, that’s what every-fucking-one was telling me tonight.”
I giggled. “I had no idea you played baseball.”
“Yeah, you and me both,” he said and leaned forward to bury his face into my chest.
“You doing okay, Fred?” he asked there, startling me with the question so much that an unexpected knot of emotion crept into my throat. I didn’t want to get into the heavy stuff right now. I wanted to enjoy my drunk husband and forget about the rest.
“I’ll be doing much better once my hot husband carries me to our room and sets me on his cock.” I giggled at myself, a little embarrassed but a whole hell of a lot more excited at the fire now burning in Wes’s hooded eyes.
“God, Win. This little body of yours drives me crazy.”
When I didn’t respond, he jumped into action, sliding his arms beneath my ass and thighs and standing up. And while he kept me cuddled close to his body, he carried me down the hallway, past the bedroom where Lexi was sleeping, and he didn’t stop until we were in our guest bedroom and the door was locked behind us.
In two more strides, I was tossed onto the bed and my husband was standing above me, taking off his clothes in a rush.
First, his shirt.
Then, his shoes and socks.
Until finally, his jeans and boxer briefs were off his thighs and his glorious cock was bared and standing at attention.
Thick, hard, and perfect. I couldn’t stop myself from licking my lips.
“Can I have a little taste?” I asked him, and he let out a deep growl.
“Fuck yes, you can.”
Off the bed and on my knees, I took him into my mouth, and I felt instantly high off the way his body responded.
His hips jolted forward.
