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She grins, taking me into her mouth with decadent, calculated swipes of her tongue. Her nails dig crescent moons into my ass while the other hand kneads my balls. That climb to the summit she’s seeking has her warbling a melody of knee-shaking vibrations over my length—cheeks hollowed out with both a fervent determination and a carnal craving. And much like her explanation of her mind, it’s all so poetically telling of our journey. Her once-tentative instincts and innocent need for instruction have morphed into a confident navigation of our joint cravings.
Fucking perfect.
Her fingers rise to my hips, gripping, tugging me closer, and thrusting me deeper as her orgasm blares into the balmy air. Her cheeks are tinged a ravishing scarlet. Her features twist in the ache of climactic rhapsodies. And her muscles tense, rigid and exhilarated. So goddamn gorgeous. The stars marring my vision—the ones surrounding her face from the euphoria of her throat contracting on a moan—are more dazzling than the dotted canopy above, but I don’t allow myself release. Not yet. I need more. I always need more of her.
When she’s nothing but boneless limbs and labored breaths, I hoist her up, curl her around me, and perch her on the side of the spa. My cock glides easily through the slick heat of her folds. And here and now, with my starved touches and desperation to consume the entirety of all she encompasses, I fuck her with the brutality of all we’ve suffered and the love that’s blossomed within the wreckage. We crash together like thunder, rapture radiating with the static electricity in a burst of lightning. The squall that was always destined to own us. Another set of stars sprinkles my vision as my Little Storm unravels again with me.
We sink beneath the bubbles then, Ivy in my lap, back to my chest as I massage her sore muscles. The pads of my fingers sail over her, soaking in her skin and strength. Her fragile and satin balancingmy ragged and demanding. Her vanilla-raspberry overpowering the chlorine and salty breeze. She permeates every nook and cranny of everything I am.
“The void is filling,” she says, her voice barely audible over the crashing burble of the jets. “I painted.”
I knew she locked herself in her studio a couple of days ago, which showered me in hope, but I haven’t pried. Other than the portrait of the guys and me, she hasn’t painted since before our first run-in back in September. Her past artwork graces the walls of our new home, every piece marking a part of our story, before we even began—her moods and inspiration and my admiration from afar. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss the delight of viewing a new piece and all it unveils about the deepest parts of my girl. It’s not a step that can be forced though.
“What did you paint? Portrait of someone or a place you dreamed of?”
She waves her hands through the water, eyes tracking the ripples. “People are too personal. I’ve only ever painted you guys. Practiced on nameless people, but never committed it to anyone else real. I brushed away the carnage, gave it a home that isn’t my head.”
So cryptic, like after Tom got sick when all her work depicted either the jagged edge of death or life imprisoned. Progress. It’s not merely going through the motions of working, exercising, and gaining weight. My brave girl is pushing through.
“Tell me,” I encourage.
“I had a moment … a shooting star. The spark decimating the darkness.” She cranes her neck to me, eyes roving over my features, probably to gauge whether I’m comprehending what she’s sharing. “Maybe telling you all what my head’s been like sullied the black-hole power. The way my father did.”
My throat constricts like a vise is clamping it, choked by all that’s been gripping her. I cinch my arms around Ivy’s waist, molding her body to mine and tucking her head beneath my cheek.Closer.“Maybe. I hope so, baby.”
She hums as her head lolls back, gaze drifting up to the freckled night. “Something fresh is blooming. Even staring at the filth and ruins of the bloody desecration I stroked, I felt it. The vestiges of affliction burrowing into the cold soil and planting petals.”
Ivy’s words have been spinning in my head all night, even in my dreams. I know my wife inside and out. Better than she knows herself. Her gut is always tuned in. Even when she’s slow to connect the dots, she senses things.
At three thirty in the morning, I drag myself out of bed, throw on jeans and a T-shirt, and leave my Little Storm asleep beneath the covers. When I breeze through the expansive kitchen, Gage is perched on a stool at the breakfast bar island. His eyes land on me with disappointment. Not who he was hoping to see.
I chuckle, uttering, “She’s sleeping,” as I pin him with a challenging gape.
He slouches his shoulders, even as his mouth wrenches up at the corner, conceding that Ivy sleepingisthe goal. After he sulks through a sip of coffee, he collects himself enough to regard me. “Where the hell are you going?”
“I’ve got an errand,” I say, grabbing my keys from the recessed wall cabinet near the garage entrance.
His eyebrows hike up his forehead. “At three in the morning? Need assistance?”
I don’t miss the conflicted swing of his gaze to the back staircase, so I set him at ease. “No, man. Stay in case she wakes up.”
He nods, and I rush out the door. I’m not sure how I’d accomplish anything without the three of them. There would be a constant knot in my chest. I’d never be able to leave her.
We’re out a ways from civilization, so all-night stores are a thirty-minute drive. Still, I’m in and out, and back to the house by a quarter to five. The scents of cinnamon and yeast waft over me as I saunter into the kitchen.
Ivy beams when she spots me, hair up in a messy bun, apron on, and icing a sweet roll. “Morning, Chief. Where’d you run off to?”
“Morning, Little Storm.” I lift the brown paper bag in my hand. “Got us something.”
Gage crows beside her with a headshake, and Ivy smacks his chest.
“Why is that where your mind goes? You think he ventured out at three a.m. to get something sexy for us?” Her eyes flit to mine in a silent, chiding query.
I wink.
So fucking sexy, baby. Just you wait.
She giggles.
