“Are. You. Done?” I hiss through my teeth, because I’m all pumped up and I know everything she said holds truth and I did actually realize in the heat of the moment I have been stepping away from everything I love. And I only have myself to blame. And it’s also on me to rectify that shit.
Her hands ball into fists at her side and she huffs. “Maybe.”
“Good.” The corner of my mouth twitches. “Because you were right.”
I swear her eyes almost pop out of her head and hit the floor at my admittance. I reach out to cup her nape and give it a little squeeze. “You might have done it for all the good reasons, and I fucking love you for it because I for sure as fuck needed it…but putting yourself at risk isn’t a fucking option. Never. Understand what I’m saying?”
There’s an adorable pout on those luscious lips and I can’t wait to kiss it the fuck off, but she needs to realize the risks she took today. Even though I saw she was holding a knife in her hand and would have used it, it doesn’t matter. She put her own life on the line and the way I see it, she took an unnecessary risk.
I also know she’s strong willed and bullheaded and wouldn’t admit to anything if she thinks she was in her full right to do something. It’s for this fact satisfaction roars through my body when her shoulders sag and the words, “You are right too. I should have been more prepared, but—”
I don’t need to hear her reasons. I got my point across. I cut her off by slamming my mouth over hers. She groans and buries her fists into my shirt to drag me closer. My fingers tighten around the back of her neck and I tilt her head slightly by sliding my thumb underneath her jaw.
Our tongues collide and the kind of heated passion flowing between us is also something I’ve missed. Though we always connect in every way and have a strong bond between us. I guess every shift in life makes you brace and change slightly.
I might have shifted a bit off course but she knocked me back into the right direction. Having a strong woman—who loves you with her whole being—at your side makes all the damn difference. She’s there in silent support and also right there to drive her boot up my ass when I need it. Even if I didn’t realize I needed it in the first place.
I rip my mouth away and pierce her with my gaze as I tell her, “You’re still going to pay for putting your ass at risk.”
Her eyes dilate and I swear my dick gets even harder by the lust swirling in her gaze. I step back and turn to grab two scarfs off the coatrack and stalk back to her. She lets me wrap one around her wrist as I drag her to the coffee table. Her eyes go wide when I point at it and she knows flawlessly what my intentions are.
Her knees hit the hard surface as she goes down on all fours. Perfect. Fucking. Height. I tie her hands to the table legs and step back to watch my handiwork. Yeah. It’s safe to say I’m going to enjoy this for the next couple of hours.
Chapter Seven
— Lynn —
My heart is thumping and is filled with both excitement and love. The years I’ve been with this man have shown me the many sides of life; one needs to appreciate the fact you’re alive and live to the max.
He’s been with me every step of the way, shown me support, respect, love, and so much more. And now we’ve also seen our strength spark the lives of our children who are standing on their own two feet as grown adults.
I don’t think there’s anything we can’t handle together and tonight has shown the reality we still have what it takes to continue our love for the rest of our lives. By keeping it real and being able to confront and call each other out on the things we need the other one for or know the other one needs.
A yelp leaves my throat and I can’t help but moan right after. I can feel Deeds’ handprint burn my ass and I don’t have time to take my next breath when his hand comes down again.
He slides my dress up and a groan rumbles through the air from behind me. “Why the fuck would you wear garters? And dammit, even the damn knife strapped to your leg is sexy.”
He rubs the ass cheek he smacked and brings his palm down onto my skin again, allowing me to feel another bite of erotic pain. I hear his belt buckle and my breathing picks up because I know what’s coming as I hear the whisper of a zipper.
He slides my thong to the side. “This is going to be hard and rough, but that’s on you,” he growls and I can feel how he’s gripping his dick because he’s tapping it on my ass before he slides it through my folds.
I’m about to tell him, “And the reason I should complain about it would be…” But I can’t because he surges inside me with one hard stroke.
His hands travel to my hips and his fingers dig into my skin as he starts to pound my pussy. Fire starts to burn low in my belly. The feel of his grip. His rough pants from behind me. The sound of skin slapping skin. It’s everything that drives my senses on overload as I push my hips back to demand he give me all he has to give.
One of his hands leaves my side and I can hear the smack before instant fire burns hot on my ass cheek. “Deeds,” I squeak, and moan right after when his fingers slide over my skin toward my pussy as he covers my back with his body.
His lips are right next to my ear as the tip of his finger starts to draw small circles around my bundle of nerves. “I got you, Hotlips. Come for me.”
Hotlips. The sound of the nickname he gave me so many years ago whispered on a hot breath makes me gladly submit to his demand. His hips shift and his hard length is hitting a special spot deep inside me and it makes another wave of pleasure consume me.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” Deeds grunts as his thrusts falter and he buries himself inside me as deep as he can one last time. Pinning me in place as he completely empties himself.
My heart is racing and the rough pants flowing through the air are the only sounds as we both come down from our mutual high. Deeds finally groans and pulls out. I glance over my shoulder and watch how he falls back and his ass hits the couch.
His eyes are on my pussy as I feel his cum start to slide out. I glance down at my bound wrists and give a little tug. Leave it to my old man to tie me up with no way for me to get loose.
“A little help here,” I tell him, a dash of laughter in my voice as I shoot him a look over my shoulder.
He slowly shakes his head. “Nope,” he says and makes the P pop. “I’m enjoying the view.”
I’m enjoying the…motherfucker. “Deeds, come on, get me down from here.”
Did he just shush me?
“If you don’t cut me lose right now, I’m going to scream.”
Deeds snorts. “They know better than to come here. The President—our own damn son—knows what went down tonight. Broke was there and he’s preoccupied with handling Albie and the paperwork. Because for fucking sure I won’t do that shit, even if Archer wanted me to. You guys set me up, you guys deal with the damn paperwork. So, you see, sweetheart. I earned this.”
Did I say I loved this man and him being my whole world and such? I’m starting to doubt my own freaking words right about now.
“I’m going to sit here,” Deeds continues. “Stroke my dick while I watch that beautiful pussy until I’m hard enough to push back in and feel you wrapped tight around me, clenching the fuck out of me until we both come again, understood?”
And we’re back to loving this man to hell and back. In good times, fucked-up times, and eventually when the time comes where our hair has turned to silver, and our skin is all wrinkly. Though our love will remain untouched and just as fierce, I just know it. Because there’s nothing that matters most but the strength of our love. For it empowers the strong connection to allow us to face and enjoy our lives to the fullest.
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