I never knew how amazing a hot shower could be. Prison taught me a lot of things, but one lesson I doubt I'll ever forget is how incredible it feels to let the suds and steam roll down all six feet plus of me without having to worry about what freak is sneaking up behind me to do harm.

My brother's place is another world after weeks in the slammer. Shit, I even stop a few seconds to admire the lions, jaguars, and tiger art he has everywhere, paintings and statues immortalizing his spirit animal, if there is such a thing.

Mine is with me in ink, and it's never meant more.

I take my time drying the falcon stamped on my chest. Today, it's a free bird, and every damned inch of me is grateful to be soaring with it.

I slip into the fresh change of clothes the studio sent over in a box. Adjusting my cufflinks, I let myself think about her since the first time I shed my neon orange suit and left a life I'm eager to forget.

I owe her big.

This was Robbi, and my brothers. Sure, I came up with the plan to set me free, but if it wasn't for them following through, I wouldn't be standing here today.

“It's time,” I whisper to myself, thumbing the little box in purple leather nestled in my pocket.

Losing five years away from her the first time was pure hell.

Losing six more weeks, knowing she thought I was a demon, taught me hell has dark corners I hadn't begun to imagine.

The box is what's going to make sure she's never taken from me again. It was right where I left it at the studio. It's the only possession I cared about when they dragged me behind bars. Thought about it more than my plane getting impounded. Whoever packed up my dressing room and gave it to my brother for safe keeping never even saw it, thank God.

This ring has been my secret, my longing, my unrealized dream for too fucking long.

No more. It's the key to everything. It's the reset button, the deed to her heart, the promise I never gave up, even when I thought I'd suffer alone without her until somebody got through Hayden's biker buddies, and snuffed out my life.

It's what I've always wanted, what I've always needed. Second only to the baby I swore I'd put inside her one fine day.

It's the next fifty years, or maybe longer. Every day I've got left on this rock drawing breath, and every day I'm privileged just to taste her lips.

“Ms. Plomb is here and waiting in the front sitting room, Master Luke.” Hayden's valet, Reed, knocks gently on the bathroom door. “Shall I bring a bottle of wine up from the cellar?”

“Hold the drinks,” I say, brushing back a few stray hairs on my head before I pop the door and walk out. “When we're ready, I'll let you know. Tell Hayds and his girl I'd like a little privacy, too.”

“Certainly.” He gives me a respectful nod, and then I'm on my way, heading down the marble halls of my brother's condo, more like a museum than a proper living place.

Hayd's style has always been grand and proper. It will clash. The reunion I have planned is a lot more rough and tumble.

I stop at the entryway and stare a minute later. She's on her phone, and doesn't see me for a few blissful seconds.

Blissful because I get to drink her in like a fine wine.

There's the long blonde hair I missed. The grey eyes I remember lighting my fire, the only flame I had most prison nights. There's her bottom lip tucked into her mouth, begging to be bit, sucked, and tasted. Everything I imagined and missed when I wanted to stay sane, or just drive myself crazier, thinking I'd probably rot in my cell without ever having again.

“Ahem.” I clear my throat. She looks up, startled.

“Luke!” I wait until she's on her feet before I'm on her.

Then she's in my arms, and our lips are all over the damned place.

Nothing ever tasted as good as she does now. Our loss, our longing, and our fresh new hope sinks through me, marinating my soul.

Yeah, I know that sounds like some flowery crap. The kind a man says when he's smitten. Overwhelmed.

Fuck it, I am. I press her up against the colorful rocks in the mantle that dominates the room, drinking my fill with every kiss. I missed this like the beat of my own heart as a free man, and I tell her with my mouth.

“It's been too long,” she whispers, after a good minute, as soon as I let her come up for air. “I'm so sorry, Luke. I never should've let you go. If only I'd questioned her sooner...”

Her eyes shut painfully. I let her have a moment, running her little palm on my face, feeling the smoothness after I shaved away the angry scruff prison left me. Tears dance wild in her eyes when she opens them, sorrow and regret competing for the upper hand.

Doesn't she get it yet? We've had our hurt. There's no time for more.

“Enough, babe.” I catch her wrist in my grip, pressing my fingers into her soft skin. “You didn't know. You did right. If it wasn't for you and my brothers, I wouldn't be in front of you today, turning the rest of this fucked up world upright.”

She tilts her head, smiling, resting her eyes in forgiveness before she speaks. “I'm not finished yet. Not until you're back in the film, playing my Miles. Social media's eating up our story, at least. Check it out. You're a hero.”

She holds up her phone with a grin. My face fills the screen of an online gossip rag in a Facebook post, a headline screaming over the image in red caps: HE'S FREE! HOLLYWOOD HEARTHROB WANTS TO PLAY MILES BLACK AGAIN, AND YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHY!

I snort, and push her hand away. “What if I wanted to say fuck the movie, and do something better with my life?”

Her face goes pale. I let it for a few seconds before I bust a smile. “It really has been forever, hasn't it? You've clearly forgotten my sense of humor, little bird.”

“Ass!” She punches me playfully in the arm. I grab her around the waist, spin her around, and bring her back into the center of the room, behind the big sofa. I'll need the extra clearance around us for the next part.

“I'd be lost without you, and you know it. I'll read it later. Right now, I'm a lot more interested in giving those chattering bastards something else to add to their story.”

“Oh, yeah?” She wiggles her eyebrows, bracing for another gag on my end.

I've never been more serious. I stuff my hand into my pocket, fish out the tiny leather box, and drop to my knees. Grabbing her hand, I give her a look that obliterates the past, and shows her the future shining in my eyes.

“Robbi, when I was cooped up in there for the shit I didn't do, I promised myself one thing if I got out. Swore I'd bring a clean slate, and I wouldn't wait a minute longer than I had to. This is it.” I suppress a smile as I see the awe in her eyes, mustering my focus for the most important part. “This is no ordinary ring. I had it five years ago, meant to put it on your finger then, before everything went to hell. That didn't happen, and I kept it. This ring came with me like a friend on the battlefield. I had it all these years, knowing deep down I'd find its rightful place, and I'm thinking the day has finally come. Marry me, Robbi. Don't leave us lost another day.”

My thumb opens the box. Her jaw drops, and for a second I'm ready to grab her, stop her from falling over in disbelief. The diamond catches the light on the chandelier above, glancing like the stars I used to see at night when it was clear, my hands at my jet's controls.

I want my stars back someday, when I've got the time for my plane. Not a thousandth as much as I want – no, fucking need – her to say yes.

“Luke...” My name comes out in a strained whisper. Those tears she's been holding back since I stepped into the room break loose, heavy and hot, sliding down her cheeks to the floor. “I can't.”

“Can't?” I repeat it dumbly, rage and humiliation churning in my veins. “Why the fuck not?”

Slowly, she gets on her knees, clasping my hand with the ring box in both of hers. They're small, fragile, and one more inch of her I want to own forever. If she's saying no over some hangup behind us, or because some small part of her still thinks I'm a risk, then fuck. Talk about a miscalculation I'll never live down.

My ears bristle when she smiles through her tears, opening her lips to speak. “Because I'd be crazy if I said yes before I told you the news.”

“News? What the hell do you mean?”

“I'm ready to be your wife. I just hope you're ready to be a father.”

“Father?” I'm honestly confused. My eyes wander down to her belly while the bewildered rock in my head tries to sort itself out.

She pauses, familiar red heat flushing her cheeks. It takes me a minute, but when it clicks, it's like half a bottle of good booze hitting my brain at once.

Oh. Shit.

Is it possible for a man to see his two biggest dreams granted in one day? I can't believe I'm this lucky, after everything else that's happened. Fuck, I have to be sure.

“Jesus, Robbi. Are you telling me you're pregnant?”

She can't even speak. Her little head nods, brisk and nervous, another tear leaving her right eye and blazing a trail down her skin like a comet through the sky.

“Little bird, I'll be the best husband, father, and man you ever laid eyes on. You just made me the happiest one on this rock. No more delays. No mother of my child is going another hour without wearing my ring.”

I hold back the need in my lips to be on hers while I rip the ring from its box and slide it onto her finger. It's an elegant fit. Beautiful thanks to its design, but it truly shines because it's her.

I know she's at a loss for words when she's trembling, overcome by everything happening around us. Hell, so am I, but when has that ever stopped me from anything?

My mouth moves on hers like it's the end of the world. Honestly, it is, and the world we're about to make will be perfection compared to the dreadful fucking tragedy we're leaving at light speed.

Laughing, we go down hard, rolling on the floor. I pin her under me, pushing my tongue into her mouth, cradling her face in one hand. My lips do the talking hers can't.

She's anything but quiet. I taste her adoration every time her little tongue submits to mine. I savor the best and the worst of us, everything we've had on this mad, mad journey.

It's the little bird who used to clean my old man's house, the grown up star playing Ali who hated me, and the woman I lusted for more times than a man legally should. It's her, it's love itself, and it's the credo I'm living by every last day of my life.

“It's like a dream,” she whispers, still lost in the moment when I pull away.

“Babe, it's better. Dreams can turn shitty without any warning. We've done those parts already, and I swear, they're done. We'll have our issues and we'll face what every parent does bringing junior up right. But fuck if I'll ever let you doubt us again. The entire world's done plenty of that for several lifetimes. Time for us to show we're solid. Nothing's ever coming between us again while I still have a pulse.”

I can't keep my lips off her. They search and destroy every last tear left on her face, drying her sweet skin with the heat of my love.

My wife, my first born! I still can't believe it. I'll need about a thousand more kisses before it sinks in.

She's going to pieces, but I ought to be the one breaking down in gratitude.

If she doesn't know it, she's given me the world. I run my hand down her side, move it over her lower belly, and smile, touching my forehead to hers. Never ceases to amaze me how much heat that spot returns, enough to warm the darkest winter in my heart.

And with this ring on her hand and my baby growing in her, summer is here. Permanent, clear, and fucking beautiful.

* * *

“By the power vested in me by the great state of California, you may now –“

I don't even wait for the priest to finish. Shit, I've been waiting a whole lifetime to hear the words, kiss the bride, and take the woman who's just promised me forever with the hardest kiss my lips can muster.

It's a gorgeous day. Sunlight streams in through the rustic cathedral, adding warmth to the ceremony. The cheers, grins, and ball busting shouts from my brothers do the rest.

I catch a glimpse of Hayden and Penny through the crowd when I pull my lips off Robbi. He points at me and winks, one arm around his smiling wife. She's getting bigger every time I see her. Won't be long before their baby comes.

That'll be my Robbi in a few more months, I tell myself, a prideful smirk tugging at my lips. Who cares about the timing? I wouldn't change a thing.

We've kept the pregnancy part to ourselves. Family and friends will know soon, and she'll get one hell of a baby shower in the coming months.

The priest clears his throat and gives us a friendly nod. We've missed our cue to head down the aisle and out to the limo. Grabbing Robbi's hand, I lead her through the cheering throngs.

Grant reaches through the pews and slaps my shoulder. “Easy with the lady, brother. You're looking so damned sharp I think you'll cut her to pieces today.”

He isn't kidding.

I haven't willingly donned a tux like this since I finished playing Miles Black. Jet black jacket, charcoal trousers, and a black bow tie with a splash of cherry red in the middle. It's a fitting ensemble for the color she's added to the dull palate I used to call my life.

There's no time to stop, so I squeeze his hand one more time, shouting over my shoulder while we're moving. “She's a lucky woman, and she knows it. Cuts and all.”

“Please!” Robbi rolls her eyes, laughing for the hundredth time today. “I should've known this wedding stuff would go to your head.”

“Damned right,” I say, gently guiding her down the steps to the long black limo waiting for us below, a driver with sleek shades over his eyes holding the door open. “And you didn't let me finish, babe. You have to be a lucky woman to marry the luckiest man on earth.”

“Nice save, ass,” she whispers, digging her little fist into my arm.

It is. It's also nice to know I'm never going to get tired of riling this woman up, even when I'm eighty and grey.

We climb into the car together, taking one last glimpse at the crowd pushing their way out the cathedral to watch us depart. We haven't had this kind of attention since we showed up at our movie's premier. This is a lot more personal.

We barely touch the champagne or the non-alcoholic cider I had stocked for Robbi on our ride to the reception hall we've rented out for the evening. Our lips hunger for something else. As soon as the privacy visor between us and the driver goes up, I've got her pinned down under me, stamping my lips down her tender throat, heading for her cleavage.

Her taste goes to my head. Dick raging, I want to be inside her, lashing her tit with my tongue while I drag my pubic bone across her clit.

Shame the place is only twenty minutes away. Not enough time to shake these clothes, and bring her off on every inch of my cock the way I'd like.

Too bad. We'll have a proper honeymoon soon.

A little patience goes a long way. Tonight will be magical, no doubt. I'll take my sweet time blowing her mind for the first time as my wife.

* * *

“Don't go, Miles, baby, don't go!” A tearful Robbi gushes fear with every word as Ali on the huge screen hanging over the reception room.

The scene flashes to me. I smile, watching myself say the lines through my fake pain, a hand over my gut to stop the hemorrhaging from the bullet wound. “I'm not going anywhere, love. Tell the reaper to save his debt for another day. Funny...after everything we've been through, you're still doubting us. You think I'd leave you to someone else's hand spanking you like mad? Think I'd ever let you raise our kid alone?”

“Oh, Miles!” She grins, and there it is. The kiss, while we're scratched and bruised, remnants of Senator Bluhd's compound going up in smoke behind us, the kids we saved from his trafficking ring clinging to her dress. “I love you.”

“Oh, Miles?” Robbi nudges me in the side, whispering her line a lot more playfully here, just as the sirens sound on the screen, heralding the fade to credits. “She's coming. Let me know if you aren't ready for this.”

I stiffen when I see Ericka walking our way. I haven't seen the crazy bitch who tried to put me behind bars since the day she busted her jaw in my dressing room. Supposedly, she's been under heavy treatment. They've put her on some stuff to straighten her brain out, and hours of talk therapy are chiseling her into a decent human being again.

Still, my guard doesn't go down easy. “Ericka,” I say with a nod.

“Beautiful wedding, Luke. I'm not just saying it either. It's probably the first one I've ever been to feeling...normal, I guess. I'd forgotten how to enjoy a day like this without other feelings getting in the way. I'm happy for you two. Really.”

Really? I have no choice but to believe her, and give her a second chance.

I thank her, before she turns her attention to Robbi. “Oh, honey, how are you holding up? It isn't too much, is it?”

I ignore the sour taste in my mouth. It's a twisted irony she's the only one who knows about our baby at this stage, and the news was a threat to make her bend.

“Mom, it's fine. I've had more energy today than I think I've had since our last day on the set.”

“It certainly looks like the film lived up to expectations,” Ericka says, her eyes drifting to the huge screen.

As Miles, I'm kissing my way down my woman's shoulder, loving each other as husband and wife one more time in the shower, before everything fades out one last time. Robbi's mother looks back at me, her eyes distinctly different from the crazy rage look I know to watch for.

“I simply love the passion. It's the same on the screen as well as off it. We've had our differences, Luke, but whatever I thought before, I'm grateful my daughter found someone who loves her. I don't think any man could ever adore her half as much as you.”

I study her eyes before I speak. Her gaze is weirdly placid now. Honest, in a way it wasn't before. Whatever they're doing in therapy, it must be working.

“Past is behind us now,” I say, taking Robbi's hand and bringing the back to my lips for a brief kiss. “Finding her again was our second chance. If it's taught me anything, it's that people deserve another shot. We want you to be involved in our life, and in our baby's, Ericka. Now, go and enjoy yourself.”

I mean what I said, even if there's a leery edge in my gut. We'll be keeping her on a short leash until her treatment proves itself solid awhile longer. Still, I'm glad I took the high road, rather than bringing down the hammer and throwing her in prison, which I easily could've done after I'd gotten out.

She smiles at me, leans over the table, and gives her daughter a peck on the forehead. The warmth in Robbi's face tells me I did the right thing.

The sun, the moon, and the stars around us were chaos before. I set them right, and all it took was a little blood, sweat, and a piece of my ego. My ears prick up when she leans further, whispering something to my girl I have to strain to hear.

“I know we're not supposed to dwell on the past, but I wish your father were here to see you today. He loved you, whatever his problems. Somewhere, he's happy, looking down and seeing you're loved.”

Robbi nods solemnly when she pulls away. The tears can't be far behind, but she's on her guard like me. She won't be letting it down before we've rebuilt trust with the woman in front of us.

“Well, I'd better go. I've never been one to pass up a good Bloody Mary, and it looks like the bartender here knows a thing or two about serving a full meal with the drink.”

We share a smile. There are a lot of people walking around with the thick red drinks, about a dozen large chunks of olives, pickles, and cheeses speared in a neat line sticking out of their glasses.

“Have one for me,” Robbi says. “I need our guests to get their money's worth with the drinks since I can't.”

Holding hands, her fingers tighten around mine as we watch her mom turn with a smile, and head back to her table. “You're really not mad? Not even a little bit?”

“I'm a forgiving man when I need to be,” I say, reaching for her brow with my free hand, sweeping a loose lock of golden hair over her ear. Damn, whatever they've done with her hair, it's immaculate today. It'll be so much more fun to mess up later. “I meant what I said about the past. It's behind us, babe. Everything that happened with you, with me, with our fucked up families. We've got each other, and we're forging a new family. That's what matters most. What happened before is only relevant because it's a great guide for what not to do.”

Nodding, she stares into my eyes. I've never seen her baby blues a happier shade. “Keep going, hubby. You're just so perfect I think I'll do something extra special for you tonight.”

I can't help but smirk while my cock jerks, loving the tease in her eyes. “Like, Ali and Miles special, or Robbi and Luke?”

“That depends. Which one is naughtier?”

I've had enough. I won't wait longer than one more limo ride to find out. She laughs while I pick her up, carry her through the tables while a few last people wish us well, and out to the driver waiting for our departure.

On the way, we see Grant in the lobby, barking orders into his phone. My high strung, money grubbing brother never takes a day off when his phone rings. I wonder how many millions he's just made when he punches a button on the screen, sees us, and waves, running over before we're in the car.

“Brother, shit. Glad I caught up to you. Forgot to give you this thing I've been carrying around since I got here for the big day.” He reaches into his pocket, fumbles out something that looks like a small jewelry box, and plants it in my palm. “Go ahead, check it out.”

Robbi and I both stop and stare at the small golden pin inside, a different gem in each of its four corners. It takes me several seconds to realize where I've seen it before.

“Holy shit. Why me?” I whisper, trying to stop my hands from trembling. I'm holding the tiny eagle pin my mother used to wear in her old photos, the very one she went down with in the Alaskan bush, one of the few things they recovered from the crash site.

Grant shrugs. “I remember dad saying this used to be with her all the time when she'd fly. Hayden found it in dad's old office, before the estate was sold. We talked it over and thought it'd make more sense with you, seeing how you're the fly boy in the family. You need the extra luck more than we do.”

“Thanks, bro. Seriously.” My hand clenches it, and I press it against my chest.

Back in the cathedral, when I watched my beautiful wife coming down the aisle, I wished like hell there was some way mom could've seen this. Turns out, she's found a way to be here after all, and it's a much more solid presence than the old letters stuffed in my box at home.

I haven't looked at them in years. Stopped about the time I grew out of writing passive-aggressive songs, about the time I loved, lost, and found my way back to Robbi again.

“Luke? What is it?” she asks, probably for the second or third time.

“Something that belonged to my mom. You know I'm not the sensitive type, but damn if it doesn't make this day extra special.” I have to stop there.

Grant slaps me on the shoulder, a big grin peaking through his thick beard. “Please, get the fuck out of here and enjoy your honeymoon. We'll catch up over drinks next time I'm in from New York.”

“Whatever,” I tease. “You're just eager to get back to hashing out another billion with some jackoff trader on Wall Street.”

His smile fades and his eyes shift back and forth. “I'm actually, uh, hiring a new assistant. Real pain in the ass finding a good woman.”

Robbi and I look at each other, and I raise an eyebrow. “A good what?”

“Good help, brother,” he says, smiling through his correction. “Don't you listen? Must be all this newlywed excitement!”

“Whatever, bro, enjoy the spread here and then have a safe trip home.” I bring Robbi out the revolving door, leaving him to his mysterious love life.

We're waiting for the driver to pull around and get us when I feel her hand in my pocket. She lifts up the small black box, takes out mom's old pin, and slips the clasp through the sleek white layers of her wedding dress before closing it.

“Perfect fit,” she says, taking my hand, and laying it against her cheek. “I wish I'd met her,” she says.

“Doesn't matter. Long as this baby turns out to be the first of many, she'll live on. It all will, the good and the bad, past and present, the best and worst of our families. Finally one.”

I don't think about how strange it sounds until it's out of my mouth. But the way she kisses me just before the car comes tells me it isn't so odd.

What better goal can a man and woman have than spinning tragedy into gold? We've done plenty of that already. There's a lot more coming, just as soon as I've given her a wedding night she'll never forget.

* * *

We're in the spacious suite, we're naked, and I'm staring in stunned silence at my wedding present.

“Where – no, fucking where – on God's green earth did that beauty come from?” I'm staring down at the little bird stamped on her ass, sitting on a twig spreading out along her hip, musical notes coming from its mouth in the shape of hearts.

The inscription circling it in a crest would almost bring a tear to my eye if I wasn't drunk on lust, seeing my name on her bare, fuckable ass for the very first time.

LUKE'S FOREVER. THROUGH LOVE, THROUGH LOSS, WE ENDURE.

“Had it done last week. There's a reason I've been pretending to save my energy for the honeymoon.” She sticks the tip of her tongue out at me as I turn her around, and I bury it in my kiss.

I knew she'd been holding out on me for a good reason. We never had a week long dry spell for sex since we sorted out our issues. Sure, the pregnancy and impending wedding stress could've put her under the weather, but the lust and excitement in her eyes never disappeared once when we went to bed.

Moving my hands to her ass, I cup her cheeks, and squeeze, swallowing the satisfied moan leaving her mouth with another sultry kiss.

“Your only mistake was waiting a whole week to fuck. Babe, everything we've pent up is coming out big time tonight. I'd be a damned fool if I didn't take full advantage of the sweet new target you've given me.” My palm cracks across her ass cheek. Hard.

She shakes with a whimper on impact, writhing in my arms. Even the skin I haven't spanked feels ten degrees hotter when I run my fingers up her back, slow and sensual.

I want to bring her the same delicious torture she's given me. I'll have her pussy soaking wet before I bury every inch inside her. “Let's see what it looks like from the air,” I say. My hands go to her shoulders, helping put her on her knees.

She knows what to do. I watch the flicker in her grey-blue eyes dancing as she takes me into her mouth. My big cock looks like art once her lips hug it. I stare, admiring the tattoo as she crouches, bubbling her ass up, giving me a wonderful view.

Looks good. Looks right. Looks like it's made to be there, my name inscribed on her sexy skin from now until kingdom come.

“Yeah, fuck, yeah.” Groaning encouragement, I hook my fingers through her hair, wind several locks around my fingers, and pull.

Nice and steady, baby girl. Keep fucking going.

Love when she explores, but I love to lead her, too. I help her mouth up and down my cock, growing harder by the minute, oozing its slickness onto her tongue. She moans when she tastes my pre-come, and I fuck her face faster, quelling the burning sensation in my balls when I remember how good it'll be to blow when I'm in her, balls deep.

Fuck, it isn't easy.

My new wife looks hot as sin. Her beauty matches the room. It's lined in old world red where the gaping mirrors end. Sinful, seductive romance all around us.

My eyes move mirror to mirror, taking in my cock in her mouth from every angle. I stop, tilting her face when she slows to rest her jaw, urging her to share the view. “Look, little bird. See how happy you've made me, taking my dick with my name inked on your skin? Our hearts matched before. Now, we can say the same about our flesh.”

I'm not joking. It gives me a rough, almost giddy pleasure seeing the design on her butt. It's not just the primal signal, having my name stamped there, but the fact she chose a tiny robin for a bird. It's no match for the falcon tattooed on my chest, but we've grown beyond primal and prey.

Together, we've earned our wings.

Together, we're taking off. Soaring. Free.

Her mouth moves slowly, taking me in like she can't believe it herself, never once breaking eye contact unless I tell her.

She's taken to her training so well. I'm smiling when I think how she could barely stand to look at me when we first started fucking again. It's taken months to fuck the shy, scared little girl out of her, and now I've got a woman taking as much of me as she can fit into her mouth.

And what a beautiful woman, perfection sculpted in soft curves, golden hair, and gemstone eyes. Everything I always wanted to love, to cherish, and to ravage.

Everything that matters, and so much more.

“Okay,” I growl a minute later. My balls steam hotter beneath her fingertips, warning me they're about to give it up if I let her continue.

There'll be another load for that. Right now, I'm not wasting a damn drop while my wife's freshly married pussy hasn't been mounted, fucked, and owned by her husband.

“Kiss me with those dirty lips, and then get ready to spread your legs.” I help her up, never taking my hand from her hair. It helps when I pull her in for a kiss, tasting my salt and sex all over her.

She's still so sweet behind it, especially when she moans. The more we do it, the less I'm able to tell where she ends, and I begin.

Tonight, it's harder than ever. Doesn't stop me from sinking my teeth into her bottom lip, making her moan louder, taking her sweet, wicked energy down my throat.

I take her sexy purrs like a demon in rut. My cock glides against her belly, still leaking on her skin, aching to be in her.

“Chair, babe,” I say, walking her to the black leather seat in the corner. It's tall, sleek as a shark, and like something from a Medieval documentary.

Grabbing her ankles, I swing her legs open as soon as her ass hits the chair. Then my tongue is on her, winding up her calf, licking a steady, kissing trail to her thigh. That's where I stop until I feel her shake.

I flick my free hand against her pussy, testing her raw little clit.

It's swollen, and she's sopping fucking wet. My taste buds prickle, hungry to taste her.

Hungrier still to make my wife come on my mouth for the first time. It's like she's a virgin all over again, and I'm just as excited to fill her blank slate.

Before I move in for the kill, I hold her thighs with my hands, waiting for her eyes to open so they see mine drilling in. “Lay back, breathe, and don't you dare shut your legs.”

She nods frantically, her nipples pulsing red like small berries on her breasts.

As I roll my tongue across her hot cunt for the first time, I'm amazed at how many firsts there will be with this woman.

I thought I had it all when I took her cherry, all those years ago.

Thought I'd conquered the world when I took her again, against the rickety wall in my dressing room, fucking her to Jupiter and back as my cock had the only pussy that would ever tame it.

Then there was the sex when I got out of jail. I came so hard my heartbeat burned in my eyes, biting into her shoulder, slamming into her from behind while I had my hand between her legs, frigging the clit I'm all over now until she screamed herself hoarse.

I should stop thinking I've figured out a damned thing about us.

Honestly, it's better than it's ever been because the energy isn't predicable. My mouth moves up and down her pussy, grinding into her when her hips squirm, my tongue lashing her clit. It comes down wet, focused, and raw, summoning the same energy I first used spanking her ass as Miles.

He wishes he had half of this. Everybody's favorite billionaire bad boy can go fuck himself while I'm devouring her cunt, fucking my tongue in and out of her, shoving my face so far up in her every growl I make reverberates in her belly.

“Oh, Luke. Oh, yes!” She pauses, just enough to draw her breath, coming to the edge. I slow down to tease her, waiting for the magic word I'll never get sick of hearing. “Please.”

There.

In a flash of tongue and teeth, she's screaming. I tilt my head, never taking my tongue off her clit, making room to shove two stiff fingers inside her. I find the second best target on her body after the new tattoo.

Know I've hit pay dirt when her screams go ragged, breathless, and hot cream gushes out of her.

She wasn't a born squirter. I made her one. Perhaps my finest accomplishment, playing her body like a fiddle, knowing I can break her down however I want on command.

The whimpers don't stop for a good sixty seconds. When they're finally over, I back off her sweet pussy, giving the soaked mess between her legs one last kiss.

She's ruined when I stand up. I pick her up, haul her over to the bed in my arms, and lay her against my chest, cradling her head in my palm. I can't stop kissing through the minutes where I let her rest.

Fire moves up my spine and pools in my balls, a slow building wave screaming fuck her.

I will, but not yet.

My forehead touches hers, steaming with excitement, urging her to open those eyes I love. “You know that kiss made me fall in love, right? Seeing you come for me drags me deeper under the spell. I'm a cursed man, little bird, and I'm happy.”

“Love you,” she whispers, breaking a smile.

We kiss through the entire spectrum.

Slow and sweet. Soft and hard. Vicious, rough, relentless.

The stubble on my chin grazes her throat, and her pussy rubs my cock, already aching to be filled.

“No more teasing, Luke. Please. Please.”

“Say it a few more times, and I just might come inside you.”

“Ohhh.” I don't let up, burying my teeth in her neck, palming her breast with my hand.

I take my time warming her up good and proper, plucking her nipples soft with my teeth, my tongue, my lips forming a perfect ring around them. I'd be content listening to her moan for me forever, but the insistent urge in my balls hounding me to fuck my wife won't be satisfied until I do it.

The head of my cock rubs deeper in her pussy folds every time her hips grind into me. She's trying to get me in her before I'm ready, the little minx. I hold back, giving her tit one more suck, flicking the very tip of my canines into her tender flesh – a little trick that always sends her into another world.

“Roll the fuck over,” I say, as soon as I'm ready. “I want to see my name when I go off in your married pussy.”

“Sure, hubby.”

Hubby? Fuck.

I'm starting to like that word more than sir, as sappy as it sounds. Coming from anybody else, it would be, but because it's my wife, it's lightning.

Taking my cock by the base, I watch her get on all fours, offering her ass to me. There's barely enough time to give it a whack before I'm in her.

We fuck like there's no tomorrow.

Truth is, there hasn't been enough yesterday. We're still making up for lost time every time our bodies collide, fucking through the pain that's kept us apart for too long. There'll never be enough. Not even when we're celebrating our tenth wedding anniversary, working on our sixth kid.

Yeah, okay, let's not get ahead of ourselves.

For once, I listen to my better instincts. It's not a chore to shut up the chatter and enjoy the moment, thrusting into my beautiful wife good and hard, love and lust colliding in every thrust.

She sweats.

She moans.

She begs.

Somewhere between those desperate breaths, before I slam her ass against my pubic bone and come, I hear the love I see in her tattoo.

“There's my girl. Come, Robbi. Come like you fucking mean it.” My hips go wilder than my words, hammering into hers, swinging my balls on her clit each time our bodies mesh.

Hot? My testicles are screaming fucking meteors, about to become magma.

I rail her through one O into the next. She's so turned on, it doesn't take long. Normally, I'd take pride bringing her off in something like one unbroken, beautiful chain of release.

But frankly, I'm too crazed with the seed burning to my core to stop for anything.

Need to get it out.

Need to fill her sweet cunt.

Need to finish loving her in this animal language words will never be a decent substitute for.

My hand cracks across her ass before I can't hold it anymore.

Once. Twice. Three fucking times.

“Fuck, coming!” I shout, trying to hold my eyes open, catching one last glimpse of my name on her delectable ass before my vision goes black and red and white.

My balls lurch, burn, spit hot jets into her. They don't care if she's been bred once, claimed at a biological level. Every time I give it up deep inside her cements the bond between us, turns me crazier, and makes me see new stars.

This time, they're bright and hot and beautiful.

Every single one of them says, I didn't know I could love you this fucking much.