Happily Ever After(4)

Her hands drag the soap up and down my body, from my chest to my abs, and I have no choice. I’m under her spell. All I can do is stand there and enjoy it. A few seconds into this and she drops the soap and wraps her hand around my cock, squeezing it until I get even harder.

I moan a little as she pumps me slowly, and then her other hand pushes against my chest until I back up and have to take a seat on the bench. She drops into a squat, my eyes seeking out her pussy as she opens her legs for me.

“Jesus, Rook. What’s got into you?”

“You’re complaining?” she asks, before taking the head of my cock in her mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” I moan, leaning back against the cold tile wall. “Well,” I say, my breathing heavy, “whatever it is, I like it.”

“Hmmm,” she says, moaning as she continues to suck me.

I grab her wet hair and pull her towards me, then scoot down a little on the bench seat so I can fully enjoy this morning treat. She takes me deep and I hiss in a breath, fisting her hair. “Yeah,” I say. “I like that.”

She withdraws and then stand and positions herself over my cock, her ass brushing against my thighs. “Good,” she whispers over the running water. “Good,” she repeats as she lowers herself down onto me.

I open my eyes just in time to see her close hers, and then she sits down all the way, my cock filling her up.

“I love you so much,” she says.

“I love you too,” I say, my heart racing as her breathing picks up and she begins to pant. “I’d do anything for you, anything.”

“I know,” she says, leaning down to kiss my lips. And then she starts rocking the way we both like it. The soft way. The easy way. The way that says we are in love. Her hands clasp together behind my neck as her tongue seeks out mine. I think I love the kiss the most. Her kisses are long and slow. Her tongue isn’t eager and penetrating. It’s smooth and moves to the rhythm of our bodies.

Fuck.

We come together a few seconds later. We are so in tune, so much alike in our wants and needs, so perfect.

“I know you love me, Ronin. And you love our daughters too.”

“I do,” I say, letting her cling to me in a way that reminds me of long ago. When we were scared and desperate. When things were unstable and dramatic.

“And that’s why I know that you will not overreact when I tell you that Sparrow got a job offer to model for an equestrian magazine and I already told her she could do it.”





Chapter Three





“Get on your knees,” I say. Ashleigh is wearing that black bra and panty set that I love so much. It’s a signal we’ve had over the years. Oh, the lingerie is new. I gave it to her last night as a hint of what I’ve been craving. I do every once in a while when the sex gets too normal, just to spice things up. And if she puts it on, I know she’s in the mood.

She put it on when she came back to bed from helping Ronnie with her baby.

God, I love her.

Ashleigh kneels down in front of me, her eyes trained on mine. I’m sitting on the bed wearing black silk pajama pants and I’ve been hard since I realized she was up for some fun. She puts her hands on my thighs, her palms down. Just the warmth from her touch makes me impatient. We don’t do this a lot. Kids, work, dogs… these things have been interfering with our sex life for the last fifteen years. But Kate is sixteen and Five is fifteen, so their needs have become less time-consuming.

We’ve had lots of spare time lately.

“What do you want to do this time?” I ask her. “Spankings?” I waggle my eyebrows at her.

“Um…” She hesitates. “Maybe.”

“Hmmm. You’re not excited about it?”

“Well, whatever you want is fine.”

“Fine? Since when do we use the word ‘fine’ to describe sex?”

“Well, I was just thinking—”

“Don’t kneel then, Ashleigh. If you’ve got something on your mind I don’t want to be looking at you on your knees.” I pull her up and place her on the bed next to me. “Just tell me. You have something else in mind?”

“Well,” she says, climbing in my lap and placing her hands on my shoulders. “I don’t know if I need all that exciting stuff anymore. You know? I just like being near you, Ford. We can have sex any way you want and I’m happy. Just the thought of climbing into bed with you gets me excited.”

“So you don’t want the kinky shit right now?” I’m kind of confused. She put the lingerie on. That’s the signal. But if she wasn’t thinking about sex, then she must want something else.