Where We Belong

“Bedroom,” she whispers, sucking and biting my neck. “Hurry, Ben.”

I get us through the doorway, and that’s about as far as I make it before she’s sliding down my body and hitting the ground with her knees, tugging my shorts down to my mid-thigh and gasping when my cock springs free.

No boxers.

“Mia,” I moan, my head rolling back as she licks the underside of my shaft, cupping my balls in her hand and squeezing gently. I close my eyes, fisting some of her hair. “Fuck.”

“You taste so good.” She sucks at the head, making little mewling noises in the back of her throat like she’s fucking starved for me, tonguing my balls and pumping my shaft. “You’re so beautiful, Ben. Even this.”

I look down with heavy eyes, staring at my wife. My angel, my sweet fucking angel on her knees worshipping my cock, sucking me into the back of her throat and bobbing with vigor, her small hands squeezing my thighs, tensing every time she gags.

Her lips wet. Her eyes watering.

That familiar pull drags through my groin and pricks low in my spine. The threat of release.

I don’t want to come yet, not before Mia. Not before I do everything I’ve been dying to do to her since I stepped inside the house ten hours ago.

Moaning around my shaft, she sucks at me, hard and hungry.

I close my eyes.

Pace this shit, Kelly. Remember all the filthy, perverted acts you wanted to do and fucking do them before . . .

My breath hitches when Mia bites down a little, dragging her teeth, giving me that tiny bit of pain she knows drives me fucking wild.

Jesus, FUCK.

Moving back, I slide my cock out of her mouth and grab her arms, tugging her to her feet. We switch positions, me dropping down to my knees and her standing above me, posed to be adored, the way it always should be with us.

Planting my hands on her waist, I spin her around until she’s facing the wall.

“Lean forward. Stick your ass out, baby.”

With a gentle hand, I guide her, pushing against the small of her back until her hands are flat on the wall and her head is bowed, her legs trembling as she spreads her feet.

“Oh God,” she whimpers, looking down at me over her shoulder as I spread her ass with my hands, moaning and leaning further into the wall when I kiss her pussy from behind, the gentlest press of my lips to her heated flesh.

I’m ready to devour her, my mouth watering at the very idea of Mia’s taste coating my tongue when a loud, screeching cry sounding like something out of a nightmare comes echoing into the bedroom, sending Mia and I both ramrod straight.

“Chase! Oh, my God.” Mia slides her thong back into place and starts frantically buttoning up her shirt as she darts out of the room.

I look down at the state I’m in—my dick out, hard as a fucking rock and pointing straight up at me, tenting my shirt. My shorts down around my thighs, and my brain, fuck, that has to be around here on the floor somewhere. Pretty damn sure Mia sucked it out of my cock when she was going at me minutes ago.

That woman. Fuck me.

Hearing Chase’s worrying cries still going on in the other room, I scramble to my feet and pull up my shorts, my heart racing as I cross the hall and enter his bedroom.

Mia is clutching him to her, kissing his cheek and trying to settle him. “I think he had a night terror. He’s shaking, Ben, and his little heart is pounding so fast.”

I rub his back and brush his dark hair off his forehead.

He’s still crying, and I can see how worked up he is. I can hear it in his labored breathing.

What the hell do kids this little dream about that scares them like this? Clowns? Fucking deranged cartoon animals?

“Let me take him,” I tell her, pulling him into my arms and against my chest, dropping my head next to his.

Chase fists my shirt and rubs his face against mine, his crying growing a little softer.

“Mommy?”

Lifting my head, I spot Nolan in the doorway.

He rubs at his eye, peering at us both and looking too exhausted to stand.

“Hey, come here.” Mia goes to him, kneeling down to cup his face. “You okay?”

“Is Chasey going to sleep with you?”

Mia looks back at me expectantly, a smile pulling at her mouth.

She knows why she’s smiling. I sure as shit know why she’s smiling.

My boys are cock-blocking me. Again, because this definitely isn’t the first time. I swear they plan this shit out at dinner.

I look down at Chase, his eyes wide with alarm and his little body still trembling with confused fear. No fucking way is he passing out any time soon, not looking like this. And Nolan, hell, if he knows Chase is lying in bed with us, he’ll fight his way into that room swinging every damn sword he owns.

Jerking my head, I walk toward the two of them. “Come on. But we’re sleeping, Nolan. We aren’t playing in there.”

Nobody is playing in there. Not anymore.

“Yesss,” he whispers, sounding a bit excited.

Mia rubs my back as we head into our bedroom.

She and Nolan climb on the bed first after she tugs on a tiny pair of pajama shorts and a night shirt.

I lay Chase next to Nolan and sink down beside him, keeping him close to me as I roll on my side to face everyone.

Everyone. All three pairs of eyes open and fixated on me.

“Nolan,” I warn, and immediately he shuts his eyes and rolls over, putting his back to me. I wrap my arm around Chase, trying to soothe him as Mia watches me from over the top of Nolan’s head.