Cassidy

I arrived home before my family, so I dumped my dance bag in the laundry room and headed to my shower. Ace and the kids were at the compound decorating, blissfully giving me a night off. Considering I’d been there all week, I was wiped. On top of the party plans, I still had my normal schedule of dance classes, although, today was my last one for the season, so I had the next three weeks off.

As the water flowed over me, easing the pain in my muscles, I did a mental checklist of everything we still needed to do. I had been doing this every night for a week and I was grumpy. I shouldn’t be. I loved every second, but I’d barely seen my husband, and I missed him.

“I love it when you’re all wet.”

I let out a squeal as I jumped, spinning to glare at my man through the fogged-up glass. “Carter!”

He chuckled. “Did I scare you, baby?”

“I swear to God, you are not funny.”

“You swear to God I’m not funny?” he murmured as he stripped. “Can you do that? I mean, is that a thing?”

I pushed my wet hair away from my face and shook my head. “You’re—”

“Not funny,” he finished. “I know.”

Sliding the door open, he stepped inside, and my heart raced at his beauty. God, I could not get enough of looking at him. Or touching him. He was tall and built, all sinew and muscle like he’d been formed from granite. Over ten years of marriage and this man still brought me to my knees.

Like now.

Wrapping my hand around his already rock-hard cock, I licked the drop of pre-cum off the tip, then ran my tongue up the base. “God, I’ve missed you.”

He chuckled, his hand going to my head. “Apparently.”

I looked up at him. “Are you going to let me finish?”

“Really want my cock inside your cunt, so probably not.” He stroked my cheek. “But if you want me to lead you to believe otherwise for a minute, I’ll do it.”

I sighed and rose to my feet, sliding my hands up his chest. “How long do we have?”

“All night. Dropped the truck off at the compound, hid Hatch’s gift from Maisie, Tillie’s at Knight’s, Liam’s at Booker’s, and Maverick’s out with Lily.”

I let out a quiet squeak and wrapped my arms around him. “Sixteen.”

“Sixteen?”

“Orgasms. I want. I need.”

He dropped his head back and laughed before cupping my cheeks and kissing me gently. “Challenge accepted.”

Lifting me so I could wrap my legs around his waist, he guided himself inside of me, then anchored me to the shower wall.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he rasped, rolling a nipple between his fingers.

“As soon as you said we had all night, it was a flood.”

He growled, kissing me deeply and slamming me into me as his tongue slid against mine. Even though I no longer danced for a professional company, ballet was still my life and I taught multiple times a week. This made me strong.

This fact made my man crazy, and it made him crazy because he could pretty much put me wherever he wanted me, and my body was limber enough to comply.

Ace was tall... I was small. It was a perfect match, and every time we made love, he worshiped me. Honestly, he worshiped me even when we weren’t naked, and I adored him.

Keeping me tight to his body, he flipped off the water and gingerly carried me out of the bathroom and settled me on our mattress.

“Our sheets’ll be soaked,” I objected.

“Don’t give a fuck,” he said, and lifted my hips so he could bury himself deeper.

“That’s because you don’t have to sleep in the wet—oh!” I lost all coherent thought when he shifted, and his cock hit the spot. “Ace.”

“What were you sayin’?”

“Nothing. I was saying nothing,” I panted out.

He hovered above me, then set one hand on the bed beside me and slid one to my clit, pressing his finger against it as he pushed inside of me again. “Still nothin’?”

I gripped his arm and lifted my hips. “Harder.”

He stood up again and grinned down at me. “Legs up, baby.”

I slid my legs from around his waist and anchored my ankles to his shoulders, and he pulled my body even closer to his.

Carter slammed into me once, holding my thighs steady and then he began to move, surging in and out of me faster and faster. I screamed his name as I came around him, but he wasn’t done, and he ran a finger over my clit, building me up again.

“Grab your tits, baby.”

I kneaded my breasts, rolling the nipples between my fingers and panting as another orgasm built.

“I’m close,” I rasped.

“Come, baby,” he demanded, and I exploded again.

I didn’t have time to revel in the afterglow, as I was flipped onto my stomach and my ass was pulled up into the air. Carter’s hand whispered over my back, then he settled his palm on my hip and leaned over me slightly. “That’s two.”

I shivered. My man was nothing if he wasn’t a keeper of his word. And when he said he’d give me sixteen orgasms, he wouldn’t stop until he gave me sixteen orgasms.

Sliding into me again, slowly, tortuously, he gripped my hips and pulled me back against him, but he didn’t move. I wiggled in frustration, earning me a slap on my right butt cheek. “Carter,” I growled.

“You’re always in such a rush, Cass,” he accused, burying himself deeper. “We’ve got all night.”

“But I don’t want to wait all night. I want all sixteen right now!”

He chuckled, sliding his hand between my legs. “Okay, baby. I’ve got you, but you better brace.”

I braced and was rewarded with him slamming into me from behind as he worked my clit with his hand and I nearly fell over as an orgasm ripped through me faster than I anticipated. Carter wasn’t far behind and we fell onto the mattress and he held me close as we caught our breath.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” I said, rolling to face him.

He chuckled, pushing my hair gently from my face, then stroking my cheek. “Do you know how much I love you?”

I turned my head so I could kiss his palm. “Yes. Because I love you just as much.”

He grinned, tugging my head forward to kiss him... just as his phone buzzed on the nightstand.

“No, no, no, no!” I ground out, reaching for his arm. “Do not answer that.”

He ignored me. “Ace,” he said, then sat up. “What the fuck?”

“No, not what the fuck!” I snapped, covering my face with my hands. “What the fuck is never good for me. What the fuck is interrupting the actual fuck.”

“When? Yeah? What did the cameras pick up? What do you mean, nothing?” He shot off the bed and headed into the bathroom. “Then you better call Booker and find out why that camera isn’t workin’. God damn it, Flea, rally the fuckin’ troops, whatever, but we have to find that truck. Just keep Hatch out of it for the moment. He finds his surprise from Maisie, she’ll kill us.”

I sat up. Shit, this is bad.

Ace walked back into the bedroom, jeans on and I shook my head. “Really?”

“Gotta go, baby. Someone stole the truck.”

I gasped. “The Christmas truck?”

“No, the garbage truck.”

“Oh, don’t you dare give me that tone. It could have been one of the tow trucks or something.”

He sighed, dragging on a T-shirt. “Sorry, baby. Just a little pissed right now, but not at you.”

I crawled to the edge of the bed and reached for him. “Can’t someone else take care of it? You need a night off.”

He slid his hands to my neck and stroked my pulse. “No one’s gettin’ a night off tonight, Cass. We have to find that truck or we won’t have a party on Saturday.”

“Who would steal a truck filled with kids’ Christmas gifts?”

“An asshole, obviously,” he said. “But the fucker messed with the wrong people.”

I gripped his shirt. “Yes, he did, but please don’t kill him... or them... or whomever. I really don’t want you in jail on Christmas.”

He smiled, kissing me gently. “We’ll be careful.”

Then he was gone. I groaned and fell back on the bed... straight into the wet spot. “Damn it!”

Since I had nothing better to do, I stripped the bed and grabbed dry sheets.

* * *

Ace

I hated leavin’ Cassidy in our bed, especially when she was naked and frustrated, but if we didn’t find the missing Christmas truck, there’d be no presents for some very deserving kids.

Walking into the compound, I found Booker in his office, his fingers flying over the keyboard, and I deduced he was doin’ his voodoo computer thing. “You find anything?”

Booker glanced up and shook his head. “We have several iPads inside and I’m tryin’ to activate the finders app. Just gotta find one that’s on.”

I glanced down at the list. There were more than “several” on it, so I knew this was gonna take a while.