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The drive back to Courage goes quickly. I always find it easier to come home than drive to college. There’s something about knowing I have a place to come home to. It fills me with happiness and joy.
I have even more reason to celebrate after my morning appointment with the specialist. I didn’t mention it to Hale because I didn’t want either of us to get our hopes, but the confirmation means I haven’t stopped smiling.
As soon as I’m in town, I drive straight to the gym. Three months ago, I mentioned to Hale that I wanted to see if Jenna offered a mommy-and-me yoga class at her studio. The next thing I knew, Hale had recruited Jenna to do one of her mommy-and-me classes at the gym where he could keep me under his watchful eye.
Ollie is already inside the gym. He’s squirming on Mallory’s lap, eager to get down and explore the world around him. He’s eighteen months old now and getting bigger every day. His vocabulary is constantly growing, and he’s beginning to develop his personality.
I see it in small ways and big ways. Like the way he tells me no when I try to put him in the green shirt instead of the blue, and the way he prefers the taste of carrots to peas. He follows his dad around constantly. It’s clear he idolizes Hale, and the feeling is mutual.
I’ve tried to reach out to Katie a few times to let her know that her son is healthy and happy. She ignores my calls or if she does answer, she cusses me out. The last I heard from Hale is that she’s using again.
He told her she could never have her son back. But that when she’s ready to get sober to call him, and he’ll help her get into rehab. We’re trying to leave the door open for Ollie’s sake so that if Katie does seek sobriety in the future, she can have a relationship with our son. It’ll be a carefully supervised one, but we won’t stand in the way of them getting to know each other.
Mallory passes me my boy, interrupting my thoughts. I cover him with kisses, beyond grateful that he calls me mommy. I know that Mallory and River are working on adopting kids. They were approved this week, and they’ve both been over the moon.
“Good day?” Mallory asks.
“And it’s getting even better,” I tell her.
There’s a pole in the gym now. Hale had one permanently installed after the popularity of Ginger’s classes. She even has one specifically tailored for seniors. Turns out, there are some very flexible blue-haired ladies in town.
Jenna takes her place at the front of the room. She demonstrates the various poses with the moms and the kids. She never loses patience with the wriggling little ones, and I’m chuckling at their antics.
As usual, the gym is empty except for the class. Hale kicks out the men from the gym when the women are holding a class. He says it’s because he wants to create a safe environment.
I always roll my eyes at my caveman. Everyone knows it’s because he doesn’t want anyone staring at my ass when I’m bending over, which is fine by me. There’s only one man I want to stare at me. My cheeks heat even now as I feel his gaze through the darkened window.
When class is over, I chat with a few ladies before they leave. Mallory reaches for Ollie.
“Where are you taking him?” I demand. Hale is not the only one that’s possessive over his family. I am too.
She gives me a mischievous grin. “Talk to your husband.” Then she’s rolling away with Ollie in her arms.
As the doors close behind her, the lights in the gym dim. A slow, sensual beat fills the air. I feel Hale leaving his office before I ever hear him. There’s something about his presence. My body is tuned into his all the time.
He stalks across the floor, his footfalls heavy. Each one landing in time with my thumping heartbeat. His voice is a low, urgent growl, “Dance for me.”
A week ago, I mentioned having a naughty dream like this. I can’t believe that he remembered or that he’s going to such lengths to make it come true.
He pulls a folding chair from nearby and sets it in the center of the room in front of the pole for Ginger’s classes.
Passion and desire thrum through my veins. Excitement makes my hands shake as I reach for the buttons on my shirt. I unbutton each one slowly, prolonging the moment. Then I let the material pool at my feet. My skirt is next until I’m standing in front of Hale in my skimpy bra and panties.
I reach for the pole, the cold metal steadying me as I let my body fall into the familiar routine. But the entire time, it’s not my body I’m aware of. It’s Hale’s.
I’m aware of the way his metal chair creaks as he shifts and each slow inhale that he makes. His zipper is loud as he pulls down his pants and frees his cock. He tugs himself roughly, squeezing his girth. He swears under his breath, and I know my man is close.
I kick off my underwear and straddle him. I let out a hiss when our hot skin connects. I gyrate my hips, working to take him. He’s so thick. It’s never been easy to take him, but I wouldn’t change my man for anything. Besides, I like the feel of his big cock.
He leverages up, sealing our bodies together.
I let out a soft sigh. Yes, right here is perfection.
He grips my hips and bounces me up and down, controlling our rhythm and pace even though I’m the one on top. I like the way he always takes control of me. The way he demands my body and commands my orgasms.
“Come for me now,” he says as he strokes my clit with featherlight touches.
I explode all over him, my juices running down my body and soaking his lap. As soon as my orgasm starts, I feel his release follow. He frantically hammers into me as he pumps his seed into my pussy.
