PROLOGUE

Trix

As soon as I walk through the bedroom door, I hear the shower running. A sly smile plays across my lips as I shut and lock the door. Today has been a day from hell. Boz and I decided to clean out the garage this morning, but as soon as we got started, his brothers showed up. By lunch, half the club had stopped at the house, each one needing Boz to do this or that. That left me to clean the garage and deal with the kids on my own. Both boys had baseball practice, followed by a pizza party. Of course, Fiona couldn’t be left out. Since her brothers got to do something, she wanted to do something, too. I finally gave in and took her to Dairy Queen for an ice-cream. By the time I got done driving the kids around, it was time for dinner. Then, the night time routine. I still can’t believe how much of a struggle it is to get the boys to shower and get Fiona bathed and ready for bed.

Deciding I need a reward for a day of hard work, I quickly undress, leaving my clothes laying on the floor. Not wanting him to get out before I get in there, I rush into the bathroom. I push the shower curtain back just enough to step inside with my man. He was just bending down to cut off the water, but my entrance has him stopping. He looks at my naked body then up to my face.

“You need something, darlin’?” he asks, a cocky smile on his face.

I look down to his already half-hard cock and say, “You.”

Without saying a word, he pulls me into his arms. Neither of us speak as we kiss and touch. My hands caress his body as he lowers himself to pull my nipple deep into his mouth. The contact sends a wave of lust crashing through my body. He moves from one to the other, showing both equal attention. As his tongue circles my hard peak, his fingers find their way to my already aching core. His thumb works my clit as he cups my pussy, plunging two of his fingers deep inside me. Each time his callused fingers rub against my sweet spot, a shot of pleasure hits my core and shoots throughout my body.

“That feels so good,” I mumble, closing my eyes with pleasure.

“Yes, it does,” he agrees before straightening up and placing his lips on mine. “Just touching your pussy feels good.”

“Bet this will feel better,” I say before I pull away and drop to my knees.

One of my hands circles the base of his cock while the other cups his tight balls. Without bothering to tell him my intention, my tongue snakes out and licks the head of his thick cock. I quickly slide the length into my mouth. Taking in a deep breath, I pull him into my throat. I swallow around him then back off, only to do it again and again. He starts moving his hips, forcing me to take him even deeper. My fingers clench into his thighs as I try to keep up with his movements.

“Touch your pussy, darlin’. Play with your clit,” he orders, fisting my hair. “I want it wet and ready for me.”

I do as instructed, giving my clit a pinch as I pull him into my throat again. Before I can do much more than swallow, he is jerking me up and plastering his lips to mine. Just as Boz deepens the kiss, I hear a knock on our bedroom door. No doubt, it’s our daughter wanting her dad to tuck her in for the third time tonight. Well, she is just going to have to wait a few minutes. I need him right now, and I plan on getting what I need.

“Daddy will be there in just a minute,” I shout, pulling my lips off his. “Go on back to your bed and wait for him.”

“Shit,” he grumbles, starting to pull away.

I tighten my arms around him and shake my head. “We can be fast.”

He doesn’t bother replying, just slides his hands down my back and over the curve of my ass. We both stay silent as we wait for the sound of Fiona’s door closing. As soon as it does, his fingers dig into my hips as he lifts me up and pins me against the shower wall. His lips meet mine as he joins our bodies. Even after all these years, the first stroke always takes my breath away. It nearly brings me to orgasm every damn time.

“Just like that,” I whisper into his ear, even though he already knows exactly what my body craves.

He fills me to the root with each and every stroke. Having him inside me makes me feel complete. It’s like, the rest of the time, I am adrift in life, but he grounds me and does it in a way that has me panting out in ecstasy. With each glide, I gasp with pleasure. In and out, he seems to go deeper with each stroke.

“I’m never going to get tired of this pussy,” he growls as he pounds into me. “It’s heaven, pure fucking heaven.”

Biting his shoulder, I tell him what I know he wants to hear. “And it’s all yours. It will always be yours.”

As he works his hips faster, I can feel it building higher and higher. A stroke or two more and I quickly reach my peak. I bury my face into his shoulder and shout out my completion, holding him tight and enjoying the aftershocks coursing through me. He glides in and out a few more times before burying himself to the root and moaning my name against my hair.

Barely a minute passes before the knocking starts again. This time, it is louder. She is banging as hard as she can, obviously tired of waiting to get her way. My daughter starts calling for her dad, using the voice she knows will get her anything she wants. Boz growls a few choice words under his breath, but he still slips out of me and steps back. He looks at me for a brief second then kisses me and reaches for the shower curtain. I stand there for a minute, hoping like hell the sound of the shower running drowned out any sounds we made.

I love my kids, love them with all my heart, but I really miss being able to have sex when and where we want to. Now, we have to plan around them. They have to be asleep, gone, or busy playing some game. We take what we can get, but it is never enough. After a while, it gets too much for us and we send the kids to my dad and Lettie’s or over to one of the old ladies. Lisa, being the amazing woman she is, will pop in to pick them up from time to time. She always tells us to use our time alone wisely. Of course, we do as she suggests. Still, I miss the spontaneity that we once had.

I take a few more breaths, willing my body to cooperate with me. It takes a minute or two for my legs to stop quivering. When I think I’m steady enough, I step under the spray of water, wetting my hair and body. I quickly pick up my shampoo and start on my hair, using the conditioner next.

By the time I’m ready to soap my body, my eyes are starting to feel heavy, and the water is cooling down. I’m barely paying attention as I quickly run the loofah over my skin. When I get done, I turn off the chilling water and do what I failed to do last Sunday, check my breasts. Considering my family history, I try to always do a self-check the week after my period, but Fiona wasn’t feeling well last weekend, and I was more concerned with taking care of her. No matter how tired I am tonight, this is something that can’t be missed again. If I don’t do it while I’m thinking about it, it may be another week before I remember again.

My left is first. Doing this as often as I do, it doesn’t take long. Not noticing anything abnormal, I move on to the right. My tiredness disappears when my fingers hit something hard. Focusing, I run my hand over it again. What I feel causes my heart to skip a beat. Oh my God, there’s a lump.