Playing For Forever_An Erotic Love Story
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And when David was with Witt and Tansy... I’d never felt anything like it before. Every time it made my heart swell to overflowing. I’d never seen anyone so protective of their children. He physically shielded all three of us when we went out in public, preventing anyone from getting photos of the kids. None of the paparazzi had been able to get a clear shot of them, yet.
Just then the song changed, “Come and Get Your Love” by Redbone. There was definitely a theme going on.
Bracing my hands on the counter, I asked skeptically, “Is this your playlist, bud?”
Jutting his chin out, he replied, “Yes, I’m mixing the sixties and seventies.”
Witt was bobbing his head to the beat as Tansy started dancing in her seat, I couldn’t help but join in.
David grabbed my hand, getting my attention. He was using the spatula as a mic, lip singing to me, doing the old school step and slide.
A laugh bubbled up out of me.
That was the only thing about David that had changed after having the kids. He’d become more playful, more relaxed, more secure about his place in my life. And he looked sexy as fuck doing it.
He must have seen it in my eyes, because the next thing I knew, he pulled me into his hard chest, picked me up and twirled me around.
Moments later we heard Tansy announce, “Fergus is here.”
David stopped mid-twirl as Tansy and Witt both hopped out of their seats.
“Hey, Tanz,” I called from my perch in David’s strong arms. “What about your breakfast?”
Tansy grabbed a pancake, putting a glob of peanut butter on it, holding it up as she rolled it like a burrito. “All set,” she sassed over the music, picking up her bag and racing to the front door. Her brother right behind her.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he murmured, his hand sliding over my ass, down to the hem of my robe, slipping underneath, maneuvering between my legs, cupping my bare mound from behind. “So sexy. So perfect. You’re my whole fucking world, and you’ve given me everything I ever wanted.”
He was so sincere, my throat tightened with emotion.
“I love the fuck outta you,” I murmured.
“Mmm, that’s my line, Mrs. Taylor.” Then he growled, “Now where were we?” He looked up as if trying to remember as his fingers tapped along my seam. “Oh, that’s right. Come and get your love,” he purred.
Setting me on my feet, he asked in his seductive rasp, “How do you want it?” He leaned down, capturing my lips in a sweet kiss. “Rough?” Another soft brushing of lips. “Sweet?” The next kiss lingered. “In the ass?”
He expression heated, his gaze turning predatory.
I took a step back. “What about breakfast?”
“It’s in the warming drawer.” He stalked forward. “Rough it is.”
Darting around the kitchen island, a squeal of excitement escaped me as I ran toward our bedroom.
He caught me just as I reached the bedroom, scooping me up and tossing me on the bed like I weighed nothing.
I watched as he turned to lock the door, the muscles in his broad back shifting as his ass flexed under his low-hanging shorts.
That man had given me everything. Been everything whenever I needed it. And I had never loved anyone more. Our lives hadn’t been perfect.
Hell, we were far from perfect, but we were perfect for each other. Together we were whole.