CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

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Wild Horses

Logan

I lost my shit. I lost it all fucking over and in front of London.

“Robert, will you give us a minute?” Mom asks, and I finally sit up.

“I can go, too,” London whispers.

“No.” Mom smiles. “I’d like to see that ring.”

Fuck, I think as I sit back on my heels and look at Mom. “What are we gonna do? What are we up against?”

“Five years ago, they found a tumor in my brain.” She smiles softly at me, and I want to tell to stop fucking smiling.

“Five?” I gasp.

She nods. “Maybe six.”

“Five and a half,” I hear Robert say from the other room.

“You’re supposed to give me a few minutes.” She smiles toward the door.

“I’ve heard it a million times, Ashley. I lived it.”

“I don’t give a damn. Go.” She is annoyed, and I want to kick his ass.

“Yes, dear,” he says, and then I hear a door shut.

“I don’t want to hurt his feelings by talking about your father.”

“Dad fucking knows?” I spat.

“No, Logan. But you have started using some very colorful language, haven’t you?”

I close my eyes. “Sorry.”

“The year I got the baseball to the head and your dad flipped out, he took me to the ER, and they told him he was overreacting.”

“He wasn’t?”

“No, he was.” She smiles softly again. “But I continued having headaches, so when I went to the doctor for a yearly exam, I mentioned it then. They did a scan, and I was told I had a tumor that was not active, but it did call for a scan every six months to monitor it. I didn’t tell your father because of chronic overreacting and”—she sighs—“because I knew it would be Tessa he would go to about it. I confided in Robert, who at the time was a very close friend, who I dated off and on for a few years. The last time was six months before your father came back into my life.”

I nod, saying not a damn thing, because I want to know what the fuck is going on and couldn’t care less about Robert’s involvement.

“The next scan I got was when Ava was at the Cape with Harper. The time your father went to get her, because...” She looks at London. “I’m sorry, honey. I shouldn’t have.” She looks up. “I get confused a lot lately. But Lucas was angry that she was afraid because of all the news about your family.”

“It’s totally fine, Ashley,” London says. “The news scared me more than actually living it all.”

Mom laughs. “You are adorable. Always have been. Isn’t that right, Logan?”

“Mom, the headaches?”

“Right. My scan results came in, and the doctor asked me to come to his office. When I walked in, Robert was waiting for me. My doctor and he are friends. I was told it had grown significantly. You and I stayed at the Shore for a few days. I let your father believe it was because I was angry about him saying Tessa should have stayed with him, which I was, but I was also worried about...”

I nod and hold her hand.

“Collen died, and I knew...I knew he’d do what was right. And I also knew I needed to get through this. I found myself wanting Robert to be the one I went through it with.” She looks at me. “I needed to put myself first. I needed someone who would do the same.”

“Dad would have,” I tell her. “He—”

“Your father and I”—she takes a deep breath—“it was never right, Logan. I was always jealous of her. He never denied he loved her, not once, and I could have lived with it. But the way Robert puts me first, the way he has fought for me when I couldn’t, the way he...” She swallows back tears. “The way he loves me is the kind of love I needed then, now, and hopefully for a very long time.”

“So, you’ll be okay?”

“I’ll be fine—”

“Ashley,” I hear Robert say.

“Oh, my good Lord.” She laughs. “Go away.”

“You’d miss me,” he says, peeking his head into the room.

Fucking moon head, I think.

“Your mother has been through every treatment under the sun. She’s done trial after trial, and when another comes available, she’ll do that, as well.” He sits next to her and holds her other hand.

She shakes her head and looks back at me. “I’m tired, Logan.”

Now I’m shaking my head.

“This trial is making me feel worse than any of the others. The day you left here...” She looks down and squeezes my hand.

“I didn’t know, Mom. I’m sorry, so sorry.”

She smiles and nods. “Ava will remember me being with her at the hospital. She’ll remember me helping. And someday, she’ll know the nanny I hired was because I was too sick to be there, not because I didn’t want to be. But you”—more tears build up in her eyes—“I would never forgive myself if that was the last time we saw each other. You, Logan, have always been my little boy, then my little man. I didn’t want you to see me like this, but through thick and thin, you were always there. Yes, I did and said things I regret, but it doesn’t mean I didn’t love you just the same.”

“She loved you even more,” Robert tells me. “She wanted to protect her children from this. She wants you to live and not feel responsible for her health.”

“Unacceptable,” I tell him.

He nods. “But that’s what she wants.”

“Well, I want the magic cure.” I stand up. “I want that, so I can have my mother back.”

“I can promise you, Logan, we want the same thing, and I am looking under every fucking rock I find. Which is what she doesn’t want for you and your sister. She wants her children to live, to love, to raise their kids, and not help me turn over rocks.”

“Ava can’t know, Logan. She’s just starting to sound like her old self. She’s been through enough.” She looks at London. “And I know my future daughter-in-law will make sure you get through this, too.”

“I don’t understand how you can expect me to say nothing, do nothing.”

Robert looks at Mom. “Ashley.”

“I’m not ready yet,” she tells him.

“Ready for what?” I ask.

When neither of them replies, I look at Robert.

“For fucking what?”

Mom sniffs and wipes away a few tears before Robert wipes the rest.

“She has stage four glioblastoma. Twenty percent of patients with it live more than a year.”

“Well, how long has she had it?”

“We found out a week after the twins were born,” he answers, and now I see tears in his eyes.

“Three percent live more than three years, and that’s what I’m aiming for.” Mom leans into Robert.

“After London left the note, your mother and I talked. She is happy, Logan. She said she knew someday the two of you would be together and is so happy she’s lived to see it. She just wants to make sure Ava has some time to adjust to her life and plant her feet a little deeper into the ground beneath them. She didn’t tell you so that you had to carry this burden with us. Hell, that’s what she has avoided from the beginning. She did it because...” He pauses and looks down.

“I’m tired,” Mom finishes for him. “My babies are where they are meant to be and who they are meant to be with. I may not get to see my little girl or little boy get married, but I got to see them graduate high school, college. And Ava is engaged and has babies, beautiful babies, and you are engaged now, too. I have seen my children grow up, and that is a blessing.”

“I would hate Ava if she didn’t tell me.”

“Then love me enough to hold off until the time is right for her. Please, Logan, I need your word,” she pleas.

I nod. “Okay then.”

Mom smiles and looks around me toward London. “And yours.”

“Of course.”

§

When Mom has fallen asleep, Robert tells me he needs to put her to bed so he can run the IVs of the latest trial’s medicine so that she will sleep through the nausea and unpleasant side effects.

I lean down, pick her up, and walk toward the room she and Robert share, that I have never been in.

I look around the room and see pictures of us everywhere. Pictures of Hope and Chance, and pictures of her and Robert. I look around and see they haven’t followed me.

“You’re going to fight, Mom, and you’re going to win.” I sit down and hold her as I whisper, “I love you forever. I like you for always. As long as I’m living, my mommy you’ll be.”

Her eyes flutter open, and then she smiles and giggles. “That book every night was a bad idea.”

I smile back as I lay her down. “You planted that seed, Mom.”

“I would never want you to stop living to take care of me dying.”

“We’re all dying, Mom.”

She smiles again and closes her eyes. “Every moment.” She pats the side of the bed. “Stay till I fall asleep?”

“Yeah.”

I wait until she’s asleep, and then look behind me toward the door where Robert and London are standing, his arm around her.

“I need to get her hooked up,” he says, walking toward her.

“Does she have a nurse?” I ask.

“She has a team of them. Sometimes she wants them here; sometimes she doesn’t.” He smirks and shakes his head.

“What does that mean?”

“It means, Logan, that your mother can be a huge pain in the ass, which means she’s got a lot of fight in her. When she doesn’t, I do.”

I really don’t want to like this fucker.

“The beginning of a new treatment is always the hardest. She has said the last three times we’ve started a new one that it was the last.” He finishes pushing the tubes together and sighs as he turns to look at me. “I was sure she meant it last time. But something happened that gave her something more to fight for.”

“What?”

“You.” He pats my back. “Don’t be a stranger, Logan. Your sister has a weekly FaceTime chat, and your mother sits in front of a mirror, making sure her face is made up and wig is in place. Tonight, she was a little high.” He laughs. “I tried to get the wig on her, and she batted my damn hand away.”

When London giggles, I look at her.

“Sorry.”

“Stop being fucking sorry, London,” I tell her.

She nods, and I shake my head as I walk to her.

“I’m pissed you came here without talking to me. You do shit like that, and it pisses me off.”

“I’m—”

I take her hands, and she stops before saying it again.

“Don’t be, okay? At least now I know.”

She nods quickly like she’s afraid of me, and that fucking hurts.

“London, let me ask you something.”

She nods again, eyes widening.

“I want the truth.”

“Of course.”

“Would you do it again, knowing what you know now?”

She looks down.

“London?”

“Yes, yes, I would because—”

I pull her into a hug. “You pissed me off.”

“I probably will again,” she whispers.

Robert laughs. “Your mother was right about her. She’s a trip.”

“Yeah, the fucking trip of a lifetime.”

I look at Robert and see him smiling at Mom.

“So, you knew this whole time?”

“Loved her more because of it.” He sighs. “Love her more every day because I never know when it will end.” He looks at us and smiles. “Each moment, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Before you leave, I’d like to give you something,” he says as he walks out the door. “Follow me.”

We walk into his office where he sits behind the desk.

“Have a seat.”

We sit down. London has a killer grip on my hand when he pushes a file in front of me.

“This is yours,” he says as he leans back. “Links Construction.”

“What?” I gasp as I open it.

“Everything is notarized. I had my lawyers working on it all day.”

“Mom make you do this?”

“No. She probably kept it as a way to show me she chose me over your old man. Who, by the way, is a fucking asshole, but a damn good father.”

London giggles, and I look at her.

“I love your dad, but he can be pretty sarcastic, which is a riot. I can only imagine being on the receiving end of it.”

“Your grandfather is a different kind of asshole,” he tells me then looks at London. “Not one enduring quality in the man.”

I nod. “I agree.”

“I pulled some strings and made sure his name was off the majority of the holdings. You’ll have to do the rest. I’ll help, but I don’t want my name dragged through the mud, so I’d appreciate no mention.”

I nod.

“I don’t want your father’s on it either,” he says, looking at me sternly. “Your mother earned what she walked away with.”

“My father is my partner in some real estate investments we’re working on now.”

“Again, anything that has Ashley’s name on it, I’d like replaced with just you, your sister, and maybe her kids. Anything still bearing Landon’s name, Lucas can piss all over; just not my wife’s please.”

Looking through the papers, I see no mention of what he’s asking for. “And if I do?”

“This isn’t about me, Logan. It’s about the woman I love’s work being taken seriously by you. May not mean shit to anyone else, but it does to me.”

I hate that I am starting to like old moon face, but why fight it, especially now?

I stand and hold out my hand. “You have my word.”

He stands, too, and then walks around the table and shakes my hand. “I’m glad.

“Another thing.” He flips through the file, pulls out a piece of paper, and then slides it over to London. “I think this will interest you the most.”

Before I have a chance to look, he sighs and rubs his hand over his bald head. “You are more than welcome here any time. But I will ask that you respect her need to not resemble your mother when you are around. Ava has no clue what it means to her that she has a face to face chat with her weekly. She gets to see her grandchildren and hopes they’ll remember her like that. Also, don’t mention she was as bald as me when you saw her. Next to her kids, she misses her hair the most.”

“I won’t.”

When we walk to the door, I stop.

“Does she ever get out?”

“Most every day. She likes to go to Central Park.”

“If she’s feeling up to it, do you think maybe tomorrow we could do dinner out?”

“I know she’d love it, if she’s feeling up to it. If not, we can have dinner here.”

Waking out of the building, everything hits me. I need to fucking let off some steam.

“I really am sorry,” London whispers.

“You’re a pain in the ass, London, but I know why you did it, and obviously, I’m grateful.”

Mom and Robert’s driver opens the door, but I shake my head.

“I need to walk.”

“Mr. Links, it’s midnight and less than thirty degrees out,” he tells me.

“Yeah, well, we’ll survive,” I tell him and look at London. “Run with me?”

She smiles. “Of course.”

I zip the file in my jacket, and then take her face in my hands and kiss her. “I hate that I’m going to say this, but thank you.”

Her pouty lip sticks out and tears fill her eyes. She looks exhausted.

I step back, turn around, and tell her, “Climb on.”

“You sure?” she asks

“Yeah, pretty, I’m sure.”

§

Back at the hotel, we are in the elevator. Her eyes are red as fuck, and my fucking heart is shattered. I hold her while the elevator climbs to our floor, and when we walk off, I can barely keep my eyes open.

Inside the room, the flowers, champagne, rose petals...the very fucking romantic mood I had set looks exhausting to me.

“Wanna sleep?” she asks, obviously sensing it.

I shake my head, not wanting to ruin our plans.

“Would you be upset if I wanted to just cuddle with you tonight?”

“Only if you’d be upset that I wanna cuddle you back.”

We strip down to our underwear. She leaves on her bra and climbs under the covers. Her head goes to my chest, and she skates her nails over my head.

No words are exchanged. None are needed.

§

I awake to hearing voices and find myself in an empty bed.

“He’s tired,” London whispers.

I hear Trucker chuckle. “Still a virgin, asshat”

Maddox chuckles now.

I get up, step into a pair of jeans, and then walk out. “Everything okay?”

Trucker smirks. “You tell me?”

London slugs him in the arm. He rubs the opposite one, and she shakes her head.

“You two are a lot alike.”

“Grew up together, Paris,” Trucker fucks with her.

“Well, one of you grew up. The other needs to.”

Maddox chuckles at that.

“What’s going on?” I ask.

“Keeka’s mom has a storage unit that...Well, I found out about it and think it’s absurd she’s paying for it every month. I was going to ask you if you’d like to come, but I think Trucker and I can get it.”

“Me?” Trucker gasps.

“Yes, you. Then I think you and I can ride home together.”

“This is the worst fucking date I’ve ever been on,” Trucker grumbles.

“I’ll buy you a drink on the way home,” Maddox says then looks at London. “You sure you’ll be all right if I take off?”

She thumbs back at me. “He drove through a building to get to me. I think I’m in good hands.”

Bet your ass you are, I think.

After our goodbyes, I look at my phone and see a bunch of emails popping up from Robert. Then I see one from the DMV. I hit it and read.

“Fuck,” I say, sitting down on the suite’s sofa.

“Everything okay?”

“Got a fucking ticket. Forgot I didn’t put my E-ZPass in the new vehicle.” I keep reading. “Looks like if I pay it, I won’t get my pass pulled.”

“Online?” she asks, sitting beside me.

I scroll through. “It’s the county clerk’s office on Worth Street, not far from here.”

“We should do that today. You have a lot going on, and you might forget.” She stands up.

“You sure?”

She nods. “We could go grab breakfast before heading over.”

“You don’t want to hang out here?”

She smiles. “I want to go wherever you go.”

“All right. Let me get dressed.”

§

Walking past that sign again on our way out, I stop.

“London?”

She stops and looks at me.

“I wanna do something today that you can say no to.”

She looks up and smiles. “They’re going to kill me.”

I love that she knows exactly what it is I want to do. Hell, she looks excited.

“It could be our secret,” I tell her.

“And hers?”

My chest tightens, and I nod. “We’re going to do it someday anyway.”

“Why not now?” She steps a little closer to me, her smile broadening.

I grab her hips and nod. “You can say no.”

“I say yes.” She gins now.

I pull her a little tighter. “All right.”

Standing in yet another line, my heart is beating faster as I send Robert a text, asking him to help me pull off the biggest day of my life and giving him the details.

Standing at the window, we slide our driver’s licenses under the window, along with the application to the clerk.

“Any reservations?” I ask her.

She grins and buries her head in my chest. “Not at all.”

We walk out onto the top step of the old Town Hall building, now the county clerks. The sun is shining over us.

How the fuck do I know the history? To pass the time in line, London read it off to me on her phone.

I laugh to myself, knowing that, no matter what life throws at me, at her, at us, we can get through it together. Hell, we already have.

She stops me. “Selfie?”

“Anything you want,” I tell her. “Anything you want for the rest of your life.”

In the cab on the way back to the hotel, I get a text from Robert.

“They’d like you to go over to their place to get ready. You okay with that?”

“Of course I am, but I’d like to grab some things.” She shakes her head like she can’t believe we are doing this.

Her phone chimes, and she looks at it. When I lean over, she hides it.

“No peeking.”

“Why? What is it?”

Tears well in her eyes. “Your mom wants to help me with everything.”

“And that upsets you?”

“No, Logan, not at all.”

§

At six p.m., I am standing on top of Bow Bridge in Central Park, in a brand-new tuxedo, next to Robert and a friend of his, when the car pulls up.

My mother gets out in a champagne colored pant suit with a tan fur coat on. The driver stands by her side, helping her. From this distance, she looks like my mom always has—beautiful, healthy, and happy.

I look over at Robert. I can tell by the way he looks at her that he loves her.

“She’s having a good day,” he whispers.

“She looks great,” I respond.

Then, well, then my heart seems to stop and race at the same time, causing my knees to weaken, as I watch London get out of the car in a long, white dress, underneath a long, white fur coat. Her hair is piled on top of her head in lose waves, and she is smiling from ear to ear.

For just a moment, I feel awful that her family and the rest of mine isn’t here to see how stunning she looks, how happy she looks, and how fucking pure she looks.

“Wow,” Robert comments.

“Definitely wow,” I say back.

I pull out my cell and start snapping pictures as Mom and her driver get closer. It’s no wonder she can fool Ava on FaceTime. Hell, right now she doesn’t resemble the woman whose lap I cried in.

I also take a million pictures of London then slip the phone back in my pocket before she busts me.

Robert’s friend is a New York City judge. He leans in and whispers, “How would you like this?”

I see Mom stumble a bit and tell him, “Make it fast.”

He nods.

London looks from Mom to me with worry in her beautiful blue eyes.

When London is in front of me, I tell her, “You look pretty.”

She smiles then looks back at Mom. “She’s tired, Logan.”

I nod, thinking that maybe this wasn’t a good idea.

“Marry me?” London smiles.

“At least twice.” I smile back.

When I say my vows to her, I feel a calm wash over me in a much different way than ever before. When she repeats them to me, I feel the same, but the calm strengthens.

When it’s time, I kiss her gently, adoringly for the first time as my wife. She opens her eyes as I pull back and looks at me as she takes a deep breath then slowly lets it out as a few tears roll down her face, closing her eyes once more. When she opens them again, her face still in my hands, I wipe away the tears with the pads of my thumbs.

“You okay?”

“I’m...I’m so happy it almost hurts.”

I pull her into a hug, lift her, and spin her around. She laughs as she lifts her hands in the air.

“Mrs. Logan Links.”

When I set her down, she is still smiling as she hugs me. “I feel like I will never be lonely again, like nothing will ever feel impossible again. Is that weird?”

“No, pretty, it’s perfect.”

Her nose scrunches up. “Right?”

§

“Jesus L. Christ,” I groan as I grip her ass under her dress and kiss her harder while pushing her against the elevator wall.

She wraps her legs around me as her tits press against me while she tightens the grip she has on my hair. Her tongue now pushes mine away, and she succeeds in fucking my dick via my mouth.

Panting, she pulls back. “Rip them off me and take me right here.”

“Fuuuuck,” I say as I snap the band, pocket the panties, and then unbuckle my belt.

The bell on the elevator dings, and with it, the reality that I’m in a fucking elevator with my bride, who’s a virgin yet clearly thinks she’s playing the lead in Fifty Shades of Grey. I’m not talking about the virgin role either. I’m talking the belt yielding male lead.

“Wrap them around,” I tell her, turning to face the door then realizing we aren’t on our floor and an elderly couple are getting on.

“Come on, Links; let’s get this show on the road.” She pulls my hair, yanking my head back so I’m looking up at her.

“She hurt her ankle,” I tell them, and the woman giggles.

London’s face is immediately bright red. She burrows it in my neck.

When the elevator stops on our floor, I am still carrying my wife, which is a good damn thing because my dick is stone.

“Are they gone?” she whispers.

I toy with lying as I continue to walk toward our suite, fishing for the room card in my pocket. “Yeah, but you gotta slow it down or you’re gonna get hurt.”

She pushes her hand between us and starts unbuttoning my shirt as I slide the key in, unlocking the door.

“I think you should just, like, ram it in there and—”

She squeals when I drop her on the bed.

I shrug off my jacket then finish unbuttoning my shirt, tossing it aside. Then I lose my pants and boxer briefs.

“And what are you thinking now?”

Her eyes are as big as saucers. She opens her mouth then snaps it shut, then tries again.

It’s comical.

“Why not just skip making love, and I just bend you over and ram it in that ass?”

She slaps her hand over her mouth as I walk toward her.

“Or maybe...” I kiss her lips softly as I push off her coat and unzip the back of her dress. Her eyes finally leave my cock, and she looks into mine. “Maybe you let me show you what I’ve been dreaming of doing for you, London, not to you, for months now?”

She slowly nods.

I step back and hold out my hand. When she takes it, I pull her up.

“Good girl,” I say, raising our linked hands then turning her so her back is to me. I then unzip the rest of her dress slowly while kissing her neck then working my way all the way down until I’m on my knees in front of her.

She’s not wearing a bra, and her panties are in my pocket. She’s completely bare, and I am completely determined to take my time with her.

I take her hips, guiding them so she turns. Then I lean in and kiss the soft skin of her waistline, down her left side, down her hip to her knee, and then move to the right, kissing from her knee to her hip.

I look up as I grip her calf, placing her leg on my shoulder. I then look down at the pink flesh and inhale, before looking back up as I kiss her inner thigh all the way to her pussy lips, watching her the entire time.

“You smell delicious, London.”

Her body quivers as she holds her breath.

I now lick the outside of her sweet little slit.

“You’re going to need to sit down so I can properly worship your pussy,” I tell her as I run my nose up her slit. “You smell so fucking good. Too fucking good. I may just do this all night.”

I kiss her lightly as she lies back on the bed, my mouth never once leaving her flesh. I spread her knees wide and run my tongue up her spread pussy. Her knees clench.

“Fucking so good.” I lick around and around her opening, not ready to go in yet, wanting to just enjoy the moment.

When her breaths become harder, and she grips the sheets, I lick around her clit, and her hips thrust as she moans. I kiss down her lips and dip the tip of my tongue inside her, and she cries out. I do it again and again gently, because I can’t fucking stop tasting her, and I can’t get her there too fucking fast, so I take my damn time.

When she starts to whimper, I know it’s driving her as crazy as it is me.

I flick my tongue over her clit, and she stiffens. I kiss her sweet lips again.

“Taste so good, London. So, so good.”

I flicker my tongue over her clit again, and she cries out.

“Good, baby?” I ask before doing it again.

“Oh God...yes,” she pants.

I do it again. “Still good?”

“Logan...” she whimpers.

I grab my cock with one hand and squeeze it while I flick and suck, flick and suck, flick and—

“Oh God. Oh, oh, oh...”

Pumping my cock in my hand, I suck harder as she comes, crying out my name. Then I do it again.

I stand up and kiss up her body, grabbing her tit in my hand and nearly fucking coming from how soft it is.

“Perfect. Fucking perfect,” I tell her before taking her nipple in my mouth and sucking it hard.

“Oh,” she pants. “My,” she pants harder. “God.”

I continue sucking on the most beautiful tits I have ever tasted and release my cock, fearing I will finish myself off.

I cup her pussy, and her body jerks before she moans as I begin to rub the outside of her lips. Then I slowly push a finger inside.

I release her tit and hiss, “So tight. So fucking tight.”

“Feels...good.” Her voice quivers as I curve my finger up and feel for her G-spot.

Her body thrusts when I find it. Then I gently push another finger inside her tight, little body as I continue tapping the spot. She comes in seconds.

“More, I want more,” she begs.

I hover over her sucking one tight nipple while caressing the other. Her fucking nipples are hard as hell.

I grind against her to get her closer to the edge, and then I reach between us and rub my cock up and down her wet slit. I watch her eyes roll as she grips my shoulders.

I stop and tell her, “You’re so fucking beautiful,” as I push into her just a little.

Her eyes open wide, and she looks at me in wonder.

“I’m gonna make you feels so fucking good. I can’t wait to feel you come around my cock.” I push in more, and she stiffens. I pull back, and she relaxes a bit as I fuck her nice and shallow to get her more fucking wet. “You feel so damn good. So good.”

I push in farther, and she gasps, so I pull back and then move in farther and farther each time until she gasps and holds her breath.

“Fuck,” I scold myself and start to pull back.

“Don’t you dare. Don’t you dare stop. I know it’s going to hurt for a second. I don’t care. I want you inside me so bad, Logan. I want you to feel like I do. I want you to come with me.”

We rock together. Little by little, I get in farther and farther.

I look down when I swear I feel like I hit rock bottom, and my cock is only half in.

“Son of a bitch.”

“Take me, dammit,” she says, pushing against me. “Please, I want—”

I bury my head in her neck and reach between us, rubbing her clit as I continue working my way in.

“Oh shit!” she cries when I feel the bottom finally give out.

I look up at her. “Is it...?” I rock in, and she groans. I pull back farther this time, and then push in harder.

“Yes...” she moans.

“Fuck yes,” I say, sliding out and in, harder and faster.

“So full,” she moans.

“So tight,” I grunt as I push in harder.

“So good,” she says as she opens her eyes.

“Yeah?”

She nods. “More.”

“My fucking pleasure,” I tell her, releasing my worry because my London, my wife, is starting to meet me thrust for thrust. “That’s it, baby, just like that.”

Within two minutes, she comes. And within two more, she does again, and this time, so do I.