Where We Belong

“I’ll be fine,” I say, determined to be there for Nolan. “Whatever he needs me to do, I’ll do. I just hope it doesn’t involve hugging that bitch.”

I can play nice, but there’s a line even I am not willing to cross. She’ll be lucky to get a smile out of me.

Ben laughs against my hair. His grip around my waist tightens.

We stand in the middle of the yard, watching the boys play until the telling signs of tiredness shadow their faces. After baths and story time, I escort the boys into our bedroom, not theirs.

I don’t want tonight to be the night they stay asleep in their own rooms. I want them with me.

Ben gives me a questioning look as they climb up onto the bed and under the covers.

I shrug.

He smiles, nodding once, understanding my need to have them close tonight.

Usually I’m praying for a moment alone with Ben, minutes where we can grasp at each other before the boys are waking up and crying out for us.

Not tonight.

Tonight I choose little elbows poking me in the ribs and feet kicking out. Tonight I choose a restless night’s sleep from a wiggling body beside me and hot breath against my neck.

Right now, nothing sounds more comfortable.

Ben

HEAVY RAIN PELTS AGAINST THE windshield of the squad car as Luke drives us out of the precinct parking lot.

It’s been coming down like this all day. Rain so thick the only discernible indication of approaching traffic being the weakened headlights slicing through the sheets of precipitation. Shit conditions to drive in. Standing water on a few main roads has caused some issues. Several vehicles have gotten stuck. According to my weather app, it’s supposed to keep up with this intensity and continue pouring the rest of the week.

But what the fuck do I care about the weather in Ruxton over the next few days? I’m leaving soon. Taking my woman and getting some much needed time together.

And the forecast for Sparrow’s Island? Sunny and warm.

Perfect Mia bikini weather.

Goddamn. I can not wait for this. Two days alone with my wife. No kids. No disruptions. I get her for forty-eight hours straight and I’m taking advantage of every minute.

I’m tasting every part of Mia. Touching every inch. Taking . . .

Stripping her of her clothes the second I get her in that room and burning the outfits I packed for her ‘cause she won’t need them. I want her in the flesh. On every surface of that villa. Skin to skin, her soft curves pressing up against me while I move inside that sweet perfection I’ll never deserve. While I devote every second of those forty-eight hours to her pleasure. To ours. Nothing between us but our panting breaths and the space I’ll allow myself to have just to fucking stare at her.

I shift in my seat a little.

Fuck, my balls are drawing up just thinking about it. I need her. This day can’t end soon enough.

And before it ends, Mia will be giving me her own little surprise.

I rub at my jaw, thinking as I stare out the window. Beside us, a tractor trailer drives through a puddle. A rush of water sloshes on the hood.

What is she planning? I can’t imagine it being anything related to fucking. Not with the kings of cock-block roaming the house.

She knows it’s pointless.

I get hard. She slides down on my dick. Five seconds later someone cries or screams or beats their tiny fists against the door, begging and bargaining for entry. Turning the locked knob and sobbing harder when they’re kept out.

Mia tenses. I’m thrown off of my game. I can’t fuck my wife when my kid is crying ten feet away, when I can see his little fingers reaching underneath the door and tapping the carpet, his husky voice desperate and sad.

I also can’t keep experiencing five seconds of Mia’s pussy. It’s torture. The worst kind.

Here’s a taste of heaven. Oh, you love it here? Too fucking bad. Time’s up.

For the sake of my balls and everyone’s sanity, we haven’t tried anything the past couple of nights. We were in agreement, both of us on the same page. Now she’s throwing a surprise at me?

She said it’s epic. I’d classify every surprise Mia has ever given me involving her body as epic.

The time she videoed herself masturbating and sent it to me while I was working a double. Or the time she woke me up taking half of my cock into her ass.

Christ, I’ll never forget that anniversary. Filthy girl. She made me come so hard that night.

She might be as sex starved as I am, but she isn’t a sadist. Mia wouldn’t try and pull something tonight knowing damn well whatever we start, we won’t be finishing. That eliminates anything sexual in nature. And if it doesn’t involve her tits and ass, I’m stumped. It could be anything.

Maybe she’s pregnant.

The idea shocks my awareness, spreading to every thought center of my brain and eliminating any and all other possibilities.

It makes sense. Mia has surprised me before with news like that. And we did have that one day last month when she managed to get Chase asleep while Nolan was at school.

I was out, dead to the world after my shift, but the second I felt her hot tongue on my cock the last thing on my mind was getting any rest.

I pinned her down and fucked her hard and fast on the floor until she came with a scream muffled by my hand. My orgasm quickly followed. Afterward, we laughed together as we admired each other’s rug burns. I kissed the scarlet marks on her skin.

Holy shit. Is that it? Am I going to get home tonight and hear my angel telling me she’s carrying another one of my kids?