“I spent so many days dreaming about what I’d do when I got my memory back, Tiago. I had no idea how hard it would be to relearn everything, and when I had to try it almost broke me. Getting my memory back did more than give me back my ability to work, though, it gave you back to me. I knew why I’d left then, but I also knew why I wanted to stay. I love you, Tiago, and nothing can take that away. I think I loved you even when I couldn’t remember you, it was so strong.”

I looked at him with all of the love in my eyes and stroked his hair in the morning sunlight. It was months after our trip to the mountains, and we were back home in California. Home, that is, in our new house. We’d loved the one we’d shared before, but it’d been time for… well, for more space.

Twins have a way of necessitating that.

“You know I’m yours until the day I die, even if I can’t say it as sweetly as you.” He rested his head back against the pillows.

I smiled. “Well, the twins are back asleep after their morning feeding. So, we’ve got an hour or two.”

I arched a brow at him, watching him grin hungrily.

“We could fill a photo album with scenic pictures and shots of you dancing in woodland streams?” He joked with a laugh.

“Or?” I lifted my eyebrow at him again.

“Or, we could go in for another round of ‘let’s make another baby.’”

I giggled. “We could I suppose, but…”

He chuckled. “Let’s enjoy these two for a little while before we throw another one in the mix.”

“I love them so much. I didn’t know that was possible.” I let my own head fall back too, as I thought about our babies.

Maddox looked like me with light brown hair and green eyes. But he had his daddy’s handsome grin. Millie had his hair and eyes, but she had my sweet smile and my short nose. They were my gorgeous babies, and I wouldn’t trade anything for them.

“For now, I propose we stay in bed, and let our babies get their rest. Later, we can go do whatever, but for now, my lovely wife, I only want you.” His fingers tickled up my ribs beneath the white cotton nightgown I’d put on to tend to the babies earlier.

“I think I like that idea, my handsome husband.” I threaded my arms around his and we laughed as we rolled over each other. I ended up on top of him, my favorite place to be now that my leg was healed.

I pushed the robe he still wore after his morning shower out of the way, and looked at the broad expanse of muscled, tanned skin. “You’re so fucking hot.”

“Not as hot as you baby.” He replied, and I scoffed.

“Uh-uh, you are way fucking hotter. I bet women are still trying to get you in their pants down at the bar.” I remembered that blonde with her peekaboo panty game and cringed. I hadn’t seen her since, thankfully.

“I wouldn’t know,” he shrugged.

I rolled my eyes. “Oh, please.”

“Well, none of them are you, so…” he shrugged again, and I grinned.

“Oh, good answer,” I giggled. “Very good answer,” I purred as I kissed him. I felt his fingers slide up to capture the rosy tip of my nipple between them. He knew my nipples were even more sensitive now and that his attentions sent me to flood stages. He didn’t pinch them, just applied pressure until I started to squirm.

I rubbed myself against his thick erection and wanted to shift to take him inside of me, but he made a noise that told me to be patient.

“Tiago, don’t make me wait.” My words were a whisper, all I could get between lips gone far too dry. I licked them, and felt a small relief, at least.

He pressed deeper into my heat as he pushed my gown away to take my left nipple into his mouth. He started to suck at my tight nipple, and that was just too much. My hand dove between us to find the overheated center of my body.

“I’m so wet, Tiago. Don’t you want to just fuck me, baby?” I asked him in a quiet voice, my eyes closed as I sought out my own depths. I plunged two fingers inside of my sheath and he was the one that moaned as if he felt it.

“I do, but not until I’ve teased your nipples until you come.” He breathed the words out, his mind on my palm pressed into his cock, and on my own clit.

He tensed as I plunged my fingers deeper, and the back of my hand pressed harder into his cock. We stopped the conversation then and he went back to his erotic tease of my nipples. He teased each one in turn as I fucked myself with my hand and tormented his cock.

“You’re going to make me come like that, June, and what would the neighbors say? What kind of man let’s his wife fuck herself to orgasm while riding her own hand and his cock?”

“Let them watch and be jealous. This is way too interesting to stop now.” I grinned down at him, but he winked and turned me over.

“Maybe they want to see me take you, make you come all over my cock. Ever think about that?”

“Whatever you want, baby, that’s what I’ll give you.

“I think it’s me that about to do the giving, June.” And with that, he was inside of me, and the world was right again.

He knew I loved it when he talked about people that might watch me, but he also knew that the only place I was ever going to call home was here with him. Wherever that here might be. I’d started out on this adventure as a timid, little mouse, afraid of her own shadow, afraid of change. Now, I charged ahead, faced what the world brought me.

I’d spent a lifetime afraid, and he’d taught me to take a chance, to live my life instead of being a coward that hid from it.

And I wasn’t about to let that go for anything.

We moved faster and faster, our lips coming together and our moans mingling as I rode his cock up and down.

First, we were strangers.

Then we got married.

Then we fell in love.

Twice.

“I love you,” he groaned into my lips as we both started to crumble. He drove in deep, and suddenly, I was exploding for him.

“I love—oh God!”

Our mouths crashed together, and I moaned as I swallowed his groans of pleasure, feeling his thick cock pulse inside of me as he filled me with his cum. The orgasm shattered through me, leaving me breathless and panting for more as I wrapped my arms around my husband and held him tight.

“I love you too,” I whispered, both of us panting in the afterglow.

Always.