Guiding her focus back to me, I say, “No, it’s not.” Leaning down, I kiss her neck. As I move to her ear, her nipples harden beneath the T-shirt and drag over my bare chest. I whisper, “It’s just us. In this room, we’re not anyone’s parents. We’re Talia and Dylan, a married couple in love, desperately needing time alone to reconnect.”
“The balance isn’t sex-related. It’s everything out of bed.”
“We’ll resolve it in bed, then.” As I kiss beneath her chin and drift my lips along her throat, I feel her swallow as I drag my lips over her silky skin. “It’s your turn. Tip the fucking scales, Talia.”
“I don’t know how.”
I pull her closer to our bed and drop to my knees, despite the pain. Confusion and horror fill her eyes. “What are you doing?”
“You tell me. You’re taking the wheel.”
She scoffs, “Dylan, come on. Just get up.”
I slowly shake my head. “Not very convincing.”
Our gazes meet in the mirror next to our walk-in closet. We stare at each other, with me kneeling in my boxers and her standing over me in my T-shirt. The only other time I’ve done this is when I proposed on one knee. I suppose this proposition is similar in the sentiment.
I hear low murmuring coming from Chase’s room. Sounds like Cruise and maybe Lynzee. I wish they’d fucking go to sleep. I can’t let them distract us.
Seeing her stiff and uneasy posture, I try to loosen her up and slide my hands over her calves and up the back of her thighs. Reaching her underwear waistband, I tease her and drag my fingers along the elastic. I watch her tits rise and fall faster.
Talia’s eyes widen as my fingers graze her hips, back and forth. Her heated expression hardens me, and I ache to be with my wife, the woman I love like no other. Peering up at Talia’s face, I whisper, “What do you need? You’re in charge.”
She hesitates but takes a step back and removes her underwear. Inhaling deeply, she orders, “Get into bed, sergeant. Now.”
Standing with a grin, I meet her impassive expression before I climb onto her side of the bed and slide to mine. She stands next to the bed and says, “We need to make love to each other, and it can’t be one-sided, rushed, covert, distracted, or obligatory, as it often is for us. I need your honesty and heart. That’s what I need from you.” Talia clears her throat, and I nod, watching her walking over to my dresser. I don’t see what she’s doing as her back’s to me, so I’m curious.
She goes to my side of the bed. Picking up my left hand, Talia returns my wedding band to my ring finger, and the feel of it as she slides it along my skin slams my groin. Holding my hand, she says, “It’s our anniversary, and this probably sounds fucked up, but this needs to be a marriage-affirming experience, Dylan. We need to feel our wedding vows in our souls.”
I blankly nod, watching Talia lift her T-shirt, again exposing her ample tits. The front of my boxers sharply shifts, catching Talia’s attention as she drops the shirt to the floor. When she teasingly swirls a finger over one of her nipples, my left hand goes to my dick, rubbing it through my shorts. As she watches me stroke my shaft and squeeze my balls, Talia reaches for the lamp on my nightstand. As I fondle myself, I say, “Please leave it on.”
When her brown eyes return to my face, she asks, “Why? We usually make love in the dark.”
“Because we do usually have sex in the dark,” I throw back at her. “I want to see you while we reaffirm our marriage.”
Lifting her chin, she pretends to be okay with leaving the light on before she continues watching my hand slide over my hard-on. Talia says, “Take those off.”
Without hesitation, I lift my hips, remove my boxers, throw them to the floor, and kick the bedspread and sheet out of the way. When my naked erection sways, I return my hand to it as she climbs onto the bed and straddles my thighs. I stare at her nude body as I cup my balls, rolling them in my hand. “Look what your body does to me. God, baby.”
Talia smirks but then rolls her eyes. “You don’t have to pour it on thick. You’ll get laid.”
“It’s the truth.” Taking her hand, I place it on my dick. Covering her hand with mine, I stroke up and down. “You honestly have no idea after all these years?”
Talia shrugs, which irritates me. “I know you love me, but I think you tolerate my differences.”
“Is that a sick joke?” I frown, and removing her hand from my dick, I lay our joined hands next to me on the bed. “Talia, you are sexy.” Licking my lips, I grab my dick with my free hand. “You really want me to say it, don’t you?”
“What?” Talia glances at the mirror and stares at us.
I meet her gaze in the mirror. “You think I’ll leave you for a white woman? Huh-uh. Not a chance. I love splitting open your perfect Black and brown pussy. It’s my favorite thing to eat, and I love how it licks my dick until I flood it with my cum.” I stroke faster. “Shit, that’s so hot.”.
Talia’s eyes widen with shock and desire. “Dylan, holy fuck. You’ve never said that to me before.”
“I’ve always shown you how I feel. I didn’t realize you needed to hear the words. I’m so lucky while you’re the one who gets the…shaft. Maybe you won’t want mine anymore.”
Talia shakes her head. “I love your cock.”
“What I said this morning is one-hundred percent true. I’d go off the goddamn deep end if you cheated on me. I’m in love with you, Talia. So, don’t say I merely tolerate you when I can’t live without you.”
Looking at me in the mirror, she leans closer with a sexy grin. “Since when do you have a jealous streak? And shouldn’t you be past that, anyway?”
“It’s something I’ve acquired over the years. The longer we’re together, the higher the stakes. I know what the hell I have to lose.”
“Dylan.” Her hands go into my hair, and she grinds against my dick. I groan as I buck my hips, grinding against her in return as we watch ourselves in the mirror like an erotic movie. Talia kisses my throat, and I grip her ass, resisting the urge to slide into her. She’s running the show. Kissing my ear, she whispers, “God, you’re fucking sexy. Do you want to be in my pussy?”
“More than anything. I want to make you come so hard and loud. I don’t care who hears us.”
Talia kisses my jaw to my lips, where we meet in a fiery kiss. I hear Chase’s TV across the hall, but I strive to keep Talia focused and forget about anyone else but us. Pausing our kiss, we pant and again look at the mirror as my hands go to her nipples. My breathing escalates, and she lifts her hips to glide the opening of her pussy over the head of my dick while we watch our reflection. She whispers, “You like that?”
Amid my gasps, my voice is broken as I nod. “Shit, yeah. I need you so bad.” Impatient, I drop my left hand to stroke my dick as I watch her glide over the tip.
Moaning, Talia says, “That’s damn hot. Beat off faster.”
I moan as she watches me jerk faster, clutching her tit in my other hand. She then tears my hands away from my dick and her tit before pinning my wrists to my pillow. Talia kisses me, but this time, she opens her legs wider as she consumes my hard-on. Gasping into her mouth as she moans into mine, I whisper, “Your pussy owns my dick.”
“Hell, yes, your cock is all mine, Dylan. I meant what I said earlier, too.” Talia looks at the mirror, and I catch her gaze in our reflection as she rides me. “You’re my every fucking thing. If your cock fills another cunt, I will lose my damn mind.”
I rasp, “Christ, never. I won’t break that vow, baby.”
I pull her hips upward and then down, encouraging her. We watch my dick emerge and then disappear into her pussy several times, making us moan louder as we fuck faster. Watching us in the mirror, I say, “It’s beautiful, watching our bodies devour each other. It’s ours alone, and I can’t get enough.”
Talia pants, “Yes. Just ours. Your cock. Oh, my God.” I pull on her hips, with her curled over me. We lose our breaths as we groan and rock faster as our fucking intensifies, f
orgetting everyone and even the mirror for now. “Talia,” I moan into her ear.
“Dylan. Fuck.” Her orgasm is unexpected and flickers over me.
I grin as I kiss her neck. “Oh, yeah. I love that. It’s all mine.”
Talia again surprises me by leaving my dick and kneeling next to me with her ass in the air. Glancing at me with a flushed smile, she says, “I didn’t tell you to stop fucking me, Mr. McGrath.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Getting on my knees, I waste no time, gripping her ass cheeks as I impatiently enter her gleaming pussy from behind. We watch our movements in the mirror, with me thrusting while Talia fingers her clit, which fuels me more.
Breathless, she orders, “Harder. Deeper.” I pound into her faster, and Talia moans, “Yes. Make me come again. Oh, shit.”
“I need to feel it. Punish my dick, Mrs. McGrath.”
Talia shrieks as her pussy contracts tightly, bringing me closer. I try to thrust through her wet orgasm, but her rippling grip is firm, and it feels phenomenal.
When her orgasm ends, Talia pulls away, leaving to flip onto her ass, spreading her legs on either side of me. She reaches for my dick and strokes it. Sighing, I hear our sons talking but couldn’t care less if they’re torching our house. Talia whispers, “Do you want to come this way or—?”
Looking at her, I shake my head. “You know what I want.”
Talia grins, shaking her head back at me. “I don’t believe I do.”
Reaching between us, I finger her. “Really? Then let me remind you. I need to be inside your beautiful bronze pussy.”
I use my wedding ring to stroke her wet clit, and Talia closes her eyes. “That’s such a turn-on.” I swivel my hips until I slide into her as we watch in the mirror. Talia pulls me closer. “I love you, Dylan. Forever. You’re my soulmate. I’d marry you all over again.”
“Do you, Dylan Stuart McGrath, take Natalia Marjani Welch to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, for as long as you both shall live?”
“I do.”
That day, I married the love of my life and became a father.
Looking into her eyes, I pant, “You’re mine, too. I swear to Christ I’d marry you a thousand times. Talia, fuck.” I growl against her shoulder as the powerful spasms rock me while Talia strokes her fingers through my hair.
“I take you to be my husband, Dylan McGrath.”
Catching my breath, I kiss her cheek and then her lips. Hovering above her, I say, “I love you like no other. I’d jump in front of a speeding car, I’d dive into stormy waters without a life jacket, and I’d take a bullet. All for you.”
Kissing my neck, Talia moans, “I’m close to exploding. Get me off with your cum.” When I pull out, I swirl my warm cream over her clit. Talia grips my wrist, pushing my fingers deeper into her. “Oh, shit.”
As Talia holds onto my hand as she fucks my fingers, she wails as muscle contractions assail us. With my free hand, I cup my softening but tingling junk as I watch her come again, and I realize how disconnected we’ve been for a while. I can’t let that happen again. We need this intimacy amid the chaos in our life.
When she relaxes, I laugh. “Damn, baby. Happy anniversary, my love.”
Talia giggles, and I meet her lips for a kiss, but a knock on the door makes us groan, and not in a good way. Before I answer, Amari says, “Mom? Daddy? It’s thundering. Can I come in?” but she then mutters, “Okay, Chaser. Thanks.” Her voice fades, probably because she’s gone into Chase’s room. I’ll for sure pay him back his twenty with interest.
I drop to Talia’s side, and she sighs. “I should probably get her back to bed.”
My gaze travels over her naked body, from her full tits to her wet pussy. My wife is fucking beautiful. Leaning in, I kiss her nipple, and I smile as I push her back down with my weight against her. As my fingers brush through the wet hair, I say, “Stay here. I still have fuel for more.” I kiss her collarbone, mumbling, “Besides, Mommy and Daddy are cementing their marriage.”
“Only in our crazy life do we need to rely on our adult son to run interference with our youngest cockblocker.”
I laugh. “But I love our crazy life together. Me, by your side. Forever.”
Her responding smile makes my heart skip as she whispers, “Or inside me.”
“The McGrath kids can fend for themselves. I’m all yours tonight.”
“Dylan McGrath. Giving the outside world the finger while fingering his wife.”
“Baby, you know I’m a rebel like that.”
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Acknowledgments
I want to thank my husband, Tim, for helping me brainstorm and vent while forcing me to stay in my chair to get the book done. Thank you to our girls for supporting your mother, but no. You can’t read this book. Ever.
To my alpha, beta, and whatever comes next, Trin, for tagging along for another crazy ride.
Thank you, Megan, for your friendship, GIF battles, and Greg fandom. I promise I will get cracking on the next.
Thank you to Tricia Daniels for kicking my ass into gear and sprinting with me. Even when I fell a few times, you always helped me back up.
Thank you, Patti M., for the encouraging GIFs and messages. You keep me going on days I want to quit.
Thank you, Finnatics, for your patience! I promised another Greg book, but I couldn’t pass up this opportunity to work with Kristy. It was cool and so humbling to merge Everyday Heroes with Wild Sparks. You met Dylan in Beckoning the Wild Sparks, and I can’t wait for you to read his story here. Now on to Greg… I promise.
Thank you to my readers, new and old! I like silver and gold better. Your support makes this all worthwhile. I had taken a break but hang in there with me. I’m back in the saddle.
Thank you to my friends at Fresno PD, Elk Grove PD, El Paso County Sheriff’s Office, Colorado Springs PD, and Chino PD for your help! I’m in awe and couldn’t have done this without your expertise. It’ll be our little secret. I’ll need you again, so don’t go anywhere.
Thank you to the ladies at Grey’s Promotions. This has been the best release EVER! I can’t wait to work with you again!
Thank you to all the bloggers who helped to promote and review this book! You rocked the Rook.
Thank you, Lori Garside, for helping me bring Dylan and Natalia’s story to life. I couldn’t have done this without you! You are one tough chick.
And finally, this wouldn’t be possible without Kristy Bromberg! I can’t express enough gratitude to you for giving me the reins in your world. It was an experience I’ll never forget. I’ll treasure your faith in me. I hope I’ve done your characters justice.
K. Bromberg’s readers, thank you for coming along for the ride and trusting me with K. Bromberg’s Everyday Heroes World. I hope to meet you between the pages again soon.
Ren Alexander writes steamy contemporary romance, including the Wild Sparks Series, and contributes to K. Bromberg’s Everyday Heroes Series from her desk in Motown—Detroit, Michigan. Yes, part of her state is shaped like a mitten, 8 Mile Road really exists, and Eminem is her neighbor and carpool buddy. Unfortunately, she and Slim Shady don’t ride in the same car. She’s still working on that part.
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Driven
Fueled
Crashed
Raced
Aced
Slow Burn
Sweet Ache
Hard Beat
Down Shift
UnRaveled
Sweet Cheeks
Sweet Rivalry
The Player
The Catch
Cuffed
Combust
Cockpit
Control
Faking It
Resist
Reveal
Then You Happened
Hard to Handle
Flirting with 40
Hard to Hold
Hard to Score
Hard to Lose
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