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“Well, horny has been taken care of. But we should probably get you fed before you start whining about food.” She giggled as I snatched her around the waist and tickled her.
“When it comes to you, I’m always horny.”
“We have a lot of time to make up for.” Her eyes clouded with regret. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that.”
“It’s okay, honey. I know what you mean. I’m sorry, too.”
“Are we ever going to get past this?”
I didn’t know what to say to make either of us feel better. “I hope so,” I answered honestly. “I hope we can put all this behind us very soon.” In hopes of keeping us from focusing on the negative, I turned her around and wrapped my arms around her waist. “Look at us,” I said, staring at our reflection in the mirror. “If we can survive what we went through today, we can survive anything.” That got a laugh out of her. With Hailey back to smiling, I kissed her shoulder and said, “I’m starting to get hungry.”
“Me too,” she said.
“And seeing you covered only in a towel is making me horny.” I grinded against her ass so she knew what she did to me.
“Me too,” she whispered. I was speechless when she untucked her towel and let it drop to the floor. Her beautifulbreasts were plump, her nipples perky and hard from arousal. Her skin wassatiny-smooth and velvety like fresh cream.
“Bend over.”
Her lust filled eyes dilated with excitement. She leaned onto the countertop.
“Your ass looks perfect like this,” I said, kneeling to the floor. I stroked over her backside, from the middle of her back, and down, down, down. Her breathing increased and a moan escaped as my fingers dipped between her legs. I inched my face closer, spreading her ass apart in the process. Her little whimper made me smile. I kissed her smooth skin, licking and biting as I moved from one side to the other. "Fucking beautiful," I said before I licked from bottom to top. I circled my tongue against the forbidden spot as I sank my fingers into her pussy. I licked her most sensitive part as I pumped in and out of her. I ran my fingers over her lips, spreading her wetness over my palm. I pulled my mouth away from her ass and ran my glistening fingers over her backside, admiring how it glistened in the light. She cried in ecstasy at the sensation of me touching her in the most intimate way. Then I sucked at her juices again, savoring the flavor as I fingered her again while licking her ass. Hailey started shaking. “That’s it, baby, come for me.”
She jerked and moaned. As she called my name over and over, I dipped lower. “Come in my mouth,” I said. I sucked her off as her orgasm came in a rush. She did it again. I knew as soon as I sank myself balls deep into her that I’d be done for. I was so fucking hard and wanted to take her and never stop.
“Please, Vince. I want to feel you.” She was out of breath like she’d just run a mile.
I kissed her ass one more time, stood, and kissed her shoulder. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” Her hooded eyes met mine with a small smile.
“Baby, please,” she begged.
I watched as I lined myself up, slicking my cock with her juices. She was dripping wet. I looked up. Our eyes locked in the reflection of the mirror. I latched onto her hips, slammed into her from behind, and shut my eyes against the glorifying pleasure as I made animalistic love to my wife from behind.
Chapter 19
Vince
I sat in the backyard, the morning sun warming my face as the wind rustled through the trees. Chewie was asleep next to me. I watched a trail of ants scurrying in a line a few feet away and thought how simple their life must be. The world around me pulsed with life, a stark contrast to how I felt because of my memories—or lack thereof. They were far away in the recesses of my messed-up mind. Even when I did happen to get glimpses of anything significant, they were hazy. I felt even more disconnected than before. The funny thing about life right now was that even though I was happier than I had been in a long time, I felt like things were crumbling around me. The twists and turns that brought me to this very moment, a quiet morning contemplating the beauty of love and life, were not filled with wonder and awe but brutal agony.
I focused on the pots of drought-tolerant herbs here and there. They were interesting arrangements and completely practical. The small garden out here differed from the magical oasis Hailey created out front. Our backyard was a mishmash of flowers and plants she had strewn in with vegetables and herbs. We had an avocado tree that had yet to produce any fruit. There was a lemon tree in one corner and an orange tree in the other. A tomato plant, peppers, and various fruits and vegetables sat in tidy rows. Apparently, since her pregnancy, Hailey found enjoyment in growing organic and homegrown fruits and vegetables that were at her complete disposal.
A bird was singing in a nearby tree. Its melody reminded me that even though I was by myself, I wasn’t alone. He was my companion. The gentle whisper of leaves and my friend’s cheerful chirps were a pleasant distraction from everything colliding together in my head. I focused on the soft sounds and let them carry me away. I closed my eyes and remembered Dr. Farris’s words about meditation.“Regular meditationincreases blood flow to your brain. This can help to strengthen blood vessels in the cerebral cortex and reinforce memory and your ability to remember. I read about a study in a cognition journal that suggested meditating for twenty minutes a day helps to boost memory, concentration, and cognition. It also can help in lowering stress.”
Even though his suggestion about meditation sounded a bit unorthodox, I was at my wit’s end. I’d give anything a try at this point.
I heard Hudson’s rumblings over the baby monitor. “Chewie, get up. Let’s go inside.” I stood up too fast. Feeling dizzy, I grabbed the back of the chair and hung on. Deep breaths in. Slow breaths out. I didn’t know how long I’d been meditating, but the sun was now at high noon. “Come on, boy,” I said. Chewie stood to my left, his head lifted, watching me. Instinctively, he knew I wasn’t feeling confident. I stepped tentatively. The last thing I needed was to lose my balance or pass out on the first day I was alone with Hudson. I did precisely as Hailey suggested when I spoke with my parents, and it worked like a charm.
Inside with my boys, I got Hudson some fruit and grabbed myself some carrots, celery sticks, and a bottle of water. I silently thanked Hailey and her organization. She was a stickler now about having prepped snacks on deck. Having a kid changed a few of the day-to-day things around here. Laundry, food prepping, and cleaning weren’t the same as I remembered. It was a change for the better, I thought as I looked at Hudson.
After our snacks, Hudson and I played with his toys. After an hour of playtime, I turned on the television and sat with my boy. I flipped through the channels until I came to a cartoon network. I settled in, happy as a clam to watch the silly antics ofTom and Jerry,WoodyWoodpecker, andThe Flintstones. As his eyes became droopy, I noticed I, too, was in the mood for a nap. I lay back on the couch and settled Hudson into the crook of my arm. When I woke up, Hudson’s eyes were open and watchful. He reached out with his tiny hands and patted my face. “Dada,” I said. When he repeated the word with a giggle, I smiled.
Hailey arrived home like clockwork. We went through our “welcome home” routine. It was an easy and natural groove we settled into.
“Babe, you don’t have to make dinner every night,” Hailey said as I pulled things out of the refrigerator to barbeque some hamburgers.
“Yes, I do.”
“Why? Are you having a Susie Homemaker contest with someone?”
