“Rafe, please. I need you.”
She was pulling out the big guns. “Oh, fuck, don’t do that.”
“Then you do it,” she challenged tossing her head back with another low moan.
Fucking disaster.
Surveying the parking lot and seeing the coast was clear I called her bluff and pulled her dress back to see no panties, and not only that, she was halfway to bringing herself to the brink.
I might have given Ren my word that I wouldn’t do the deed, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t help her out.
“Rafe,” she whimpered as her eyes implored mine.
“Jesus baby, if I do this, will you let it go?”
Unable to wait for her answer I gripped the back of her head and caught her next moan on my tongue. Her whole body trembled in my hold as I kissed her deep and slapped her hand away, replacing her fingers with my own.
“Fuck, you are so beautiful,” I murmured as she rode my fingers and clutched the back of my head while I took a sound bite of her exposed cleavage.
“I’m going to come,” she moaned out weakly before her body started to shudder under my touch, her core squeezing my fingers. I was so hard up, I was grinding against the console halfway into her seat and rubbing my shit raw as her breath caught. “I’m about to . . . wait, Rafe, it just isn’t fair.”
She reached between us and stilled my hand. I was so eager to see her come, her words were like a tide of iceberg water.
“What are you doing?” I asked as she straightened herself in the seat.
“I’ll wait for you,” she assured. “I want to wait for you.”
“What?” I pulled back. “You were about to come.”
“I was sooo close but I want to wait. Get me home and finish me off?”
“Stop this shit.” I was trying to pull her dress back up as she tried to keep it down. “Damn it, woman, let me have it,” I said, making an effort to get back to where I was, seconds away from blowing my load in my jeans. “I’ll take one for the team.”
“Not much of a team without you.”
Pissed, my dick spoke on my behalf. “That was your one and only shot, Mrs. Hembrey. Don’t come begging when you get yourself all worked up later.”
Her answering smile had an underlying hostility behind it that told me that, as soon as this game was over, I’d be paying for that comment.
“Let’s go home,” she whispered, her tone a decibel away from an order.
“Okay.” I straightened in my seat and re-buckled my belt when the idea occurred to me. “I need to stop at Home Depot first.” She looked at the clock on the dash while I hid my smirk.
Some men hated the mundane things like keeping up with the grass or fixing up the house. Not me, I lived for the days I could have Clover ride the mower with me or being there to reach something Alice needed from the top shelf. It was the little things that kept me grounded. Last year, I spent my off days building Clover’s playhouse. I was a shitty carpenter, but you wouldn’t know it by the look on my daughter’s face when she saw the purple eyesore in our backyard.
“We need to get back, I think I left a candle burning. Can Home Depot wait?”
Damn it! We both knew she hadn’t left a damn thing burning but the candle trumped any excuse I could have come up with to stall her. And she knew it too. All I could think about was her tight wet pussy and my fingers. If I caught a whiff of her scent on them, I was fucking done. I opened the console and found some hand wipes and snatched one. We had fifteen miles to home and then I was a free man. I could hide out in my man cave watching game stream to prep for tomorrow and Alice couldn’t argue about it. It was an unspoken agreement that we had toward the end of the season. I was all business and she was compliant.
She frowned at me when I tossed the towel in the small trash bag she kept up front. I kissed her cheek. “Tomorrow, baby. I’ll make it up to you; I promise.”
I took her answering silence as confirmation.
Feeling home free, I tapped my fingers to a song playing on the radio. I hummed along as game day thoughts began to circulate. I was getting back on track just as my wife spoke up.
“I was thinking we could try anal tonight.”
Alice
“Rafe!” I screeched as he swerved back into our lane after narrowly missing a Prius. He hastily pulled over to the side of the road, a string of curses coming from his mouth.
“Was there something in the street? What happened?”
He took a few calming breaths before he turned to me, his eyes narrowed. “What happened?” he boomed, his voice making me jump. Apparently, those breaths hadn’t helped. “You happened. Anal? What in the hell are you doing, trying to get us killed?”
“I didn’t do anything.” I couldn’t help it, I finally let a little anger seep through. “I was just—"
“Cut it out, Alice. I mean it. Tomorrow is important to me, I can’t deal with this right now.” His words were clipped.
“Deal with this? Or did you mean deal with me? I wasn’t trying to make you deal with anything.”
“Newsflash, Mrs. Hembrey, the last time you had a bright bedroom idea you broke my nose.”
It was true, we’d been going at it doggy style like a bunch of crazed porn stars and reenacting the video when the unthinkable happened. “The website said I shared to video on my newsfeed! I was freaking out!”
“Yeah, I had two black eyes and a broken nose opening week because of it.”
“Well, it was an April fool’s joke and one I didn’t mastermind. I still wonder how many orgasms they ruined. And that was totally not my fault.”
“This is the series, Alice. I can’t just push repeat. So, I’m sorry, but you’re going to have to put your grand plans on the back burner for one more day.”
I bit my lip to keep my explosion inside. The man was missing the point—not that I was even sure I wanted to make it anymore. I didn’t want us at odds right before one of the biggest game days of his career. At the same time, with all the effort I’d put into the night, not being able to take advantage of it all made me want to break his nose the old-fashioned way.
I decided to take the high road.
“I’m sorry.”
He expelled a frustrated breath. “I am too. Let’s just go home, okay?”
I nodded, turning to face the window to keep from letting him see my hurt. My emotions were volleying. I’d been hormonal for months and I finally knew the reason. I already had his son . . . or daughter growing inside me. But I hoped it was a boy. I was going to tell him after I seduced him and we had a night of no-holds-barred, clothes-ripping sex before our next chapter began.
Plus, what better time to tell him than before he won his second series?
I pushed the anger down as he got us home. In the garage, he sat idle as I gripped the handle to get out.
I glanced his way and saw a distant look in his eyes as a sweet smile budded on his lips. “Remember that time you got pissed at me and tried to walk home?”
I nodded.
“That was the night I knew I was in love with you. I was thinking about it earlier tonight. I loved you because you were bold, mouthy, and had zero fear when it came to taking chances.”
A part of me softened at his attempt to make peace, but the resentful part of me was too angry to do anything more than give him a small smile. The night he was referring to he couldn’t keep his hands off me, which was stark contrast to where we were in that moment.
“It was a good night.”
His expression softened and he slipped his hand around mine. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have blown up on you.” He chuckled. “God, Alice, anal?”
“Let’s just forget it.”
“How long are you going to be mad at me?”
I scoffed and slid from the car.
“That long, huh?” He muttered behind me as we made our way to the garage door.
I turned on him suddenly bumping into his chest and he stilled us both.
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��Stay here, okay? Just wait a minute before you come in.”
He frowned down at me. “Why?”
“Because I’m asking nicely.”
“Nope,” he said, letting out a loud breath. “I thought we agreed to table this.”
“Listen, you arrogant ass. I’m long past worrying about your cock, okay? Trust me, I’m far from in the mood at this point. But I did something in there I don’t want you to see. So just give me a minute!”
He raised his hands in defeat. “Fine.”
I turned and rushed through the door to start cleaning up the mess I made before we left. Rafe had waited twenty minutes in the garage for me while I set everything up. I was just about to hit the kitchen counter when I heard him speak up behind me.
“What’s all of this?”
“You said you’d wait.”
“I lied,” he said, his eyes roaming over the counter full of supplies. “What’s going on here?”
“Nothing,” I said, sweeping an arm over the sauce bar I set up and tossing it into a trash bag. I was so looking forward to giving a caramel blow job.
Rafe picked up the bottle and smiled. I snatched it out of his hand, but he just took the bag from me and started rummaging through it.
“And what was this for?” He lifted the spikey cover band and stretched it with his index and pointer finger.
“It’s a tickler. One of the wives had a kink party a few weeks ago, and I got a few things.”
He raised a brow as he started pulling things out of the bag. “A few things?”
“Fine, I bought one of everything,” I said in a huff. “Lots of couples use toys.”
“And what were you planning on doing with this?” He pressed the button on the slim green dildo with an alien head handle, and it began to vibrate.
“It’s an anal probe.”
“Oh,” he said, as he studied it closely.
“And I was going to use it on you,” I added.
His eyes widened.
“I’ve been googling and—”
“That’s never a good thing.” His chuckle didn’t let up as he studied the toy.
“Oh, you can just go to hell.” I snatched the dildo and bag from his hand , but before I could retreat, I was caught by the wrist and brought back to his chest. “What’s going on, Alice?”
“Nothing, I just thought we could have some fun tonight.”
“You were serious back there about . . .”
“You will never know,” I said “I just wanted to experiment a little, it’s healthy.”
He pushed out another breath. “Alice, I didn’t know you went to all this trouble. I really am sorry.”
“I know,” I said softly. “It’s fine. I’m going to take a bath and go to bed.”
Rafe looked at the clock. “It’s only seven.”
“Yeah, but I’m sure you have some things to do, right?”
He shook his head as his eyes did a quick perusal. “You look so beautiful. Did I tell you that?”
“You did,” I said, hating the sound of my voice. It was full of disappointment.
He frowned. “Tell me how to make it up to you?”
“It’s over, you win,” I said, giving him a mustered wink. Inside my heart broke a little.
“Hey,” he said, moving to stand in front of me as I tried to leave him there. He was so tall I had to crane my neck to look up at him. I felt stupid and childish with my bag full of toys and my tantrum. There was absolutely nothing wrong with our life, sexually or otherwise. I didn’t know what I was looking for, but it damn sure wasn’t to guilt my husband the night before one of the biggest games of his career.
“It was a stupid idea.”
“Baby you know I want you every day, right?”
“I know. Rafe, nothing’s wrong, I just thought we could have some fun, and instead I pissed you off.”
He smirked. “You always piss me off.”
I could hear the grandfather clock tick in the hall. Our house was eerily silent without Clover there. For a brief moment, I wondered what our life would be like when our children were grown and the noise was gone. I had to check myself. We would be fine. Of course we would be fine.
He studied my face for a few seconds. “I’m a fucking dick. I should have never agreed to that bullshit. At the very least, I should have talked to you about it first. I’m sorry.”
He slid one strap of my dress down and placed an open-mouthed kiss on my shoulder. I sighed into him, pulling him closer. “I’ve been hard for hours, baby, please put me out of my misery.”
“Really?” I said, pulling out of his reach, my eyes searching his. “I don’t want a pity fuck.”
He took the bag and emptied it onto the island behind me. “Well, I do. Forgive me?”
“Rafe, I feel stupid.”
“Today I’ve imagined you in a hundred different scenarios before you came screaming my name. I’m about to test out half. Let’s get you naked.”
“Rafe, if you don’t want—”
He ripped my dress away from my chest before he bent to take a nipple in his mouth. His groan sent an electric current straight to my clit.
“Rafe,” I moaned, as he went straight to the other nipple while he lifted me to sit on the island. Seconds later, I was spread wide, my feet planted on the large marble top while I writhed below him. He slowly dipped his finger inside me and watched it go in and out before his chocolate stare drifted like fire, licking every inch of bared skin before his eyes met mine.
“You’re sticky wet.” He groaned as he pushed another finger inside and I grappled to hold onto the edge of the counter behind me. I loved it when he stared at my naked flesh like it was the eighth wonder of the world or some mystery he couldn’t solve and didn’t want to. “So tight, so fucking sweet.”
He bent slowly as he fucked me with his fingers, and out tongues met in a fiery kiss. I was soaked by the time he pulled away and audibly aroused. Eagerly, I sat up to free his massive erection and he pressed me back down with his palm. I loved the contrast of his tan skin on my porcelain complexion and the power he held with that act alone.
“Do you want my tongue or my cock?”
“Both,” I answered hoarsely. He reached behind me and grabbed the caramel lube and squeezed the bottle so that only a small amount fell onto my clit before he took a taste from his finger. His thick digits were still tearing into me, and he twisted them as he studied my face for a reaction.
“I’m going to come,” I warned.
He bent over me, his whisper gravel. “Hands, tongue, cock, repeat.”
“Rafe—” I started matching the thrust of his fingers.
And then there was a sensation I’d never felt in all our years together.
“Rafe is that your—”
“I hope you were serious,” he whispered, his eyes lighting fire in a way I’d never seen. “Because I want this.” His thumb circled my forbidden, and he pressed just hard enough to have me gasping.
“It’s yours,” I said softly. “All of me, always.” Just as I said it, he pressed his thumb fully into my ass. It felt piercing at first, then foreign, and then incredible with the added movement of his skilled fingers in my core. I saw stars. “Oh, god, oh god.” Rafe leaned forward, demanding my eyes and my every reaction as I came in a rush. His fingers never slowing as I lay lax on the counter. I felt it then, the rush between my legs.
“Wait . . . what is that?”
Rafe looked equally surprised. “Damn, baby.”
“What? What?”
Rafe looked satisfied and giddy at the same time. “You little freak.”
I looked down to see I was soaked, and not just soaked, leaking. “Is this normal?”
“For freaks like you. Shhh,” he said leaning down to take my mouth in another explosive kiss. When he pulled away, he gave me one of his rare smiles that let me know he was impressed by me. It seemed we both had just tapped into something unknown. And if that last orgasm was any indication of what wa
s to come, I would fly the freak flag proudly.
“I’m such a lucky son of a bitch,” he said sweetly. He kissed a hot trail down my chest before he dove between my legs and licked me from ass to clit in one swipe. I looked down at him as he pushed my thighs apart, spreading me wider before he pressed his tongue into me. My eyes rolled back as he took his time licking leisurely a while he palmed my ass. As soon as I was relaxed, Rafe pressed another finger into my backside. That time it went in far easier, and I gasped in surprise.
“I fucking love being able to touch you this way,” he said before he closed his plump lips around my clit and pressed them together hard. I detonated as he got more adventurous with his finger, pumping it in and out of me as I shuddered and came.
Barely recovered, I moved to touch him and hadn’t realized he had already rid himself of his jeans and briefs, the fat head of his beautiful cock gleaming with precum. He wasted no time once he lined himself up and pushed into me with purpose. My whole body jerked at the feeling while we both exploded in sensation.
“Fuck, Alice, fuck!” He roared, as he pistoned his hips, slamming into me, his chest flexing under his T-shirt. I gripped his collar and tugged. “Off, Rafe, take it off,” I said, my heart knocking in my chest and threatening to break free. He was ravenous, his body flexing as he threw every piece of himself into his fucking. I could see the build in him as he pressed in harder. I wanted the night to be memorable, so I began to voice my thoughts, which only spurred him on.
“You’re so hard, baby, fuck me. I’ve been dreaming about this cock all week. Get it, Rafe.”
He pressed in harder with each word I spoke, fucking animalistic, and his eyes turned to pools of black as he pinched my nipples between his fingers and sped up.
Thinking quickly, I grabbed the small bottle of liquid next to my head on the counter and popped the top thrusting it toward Rafe’s nose. Confused, he looked down at me as he kept a madman’s pace, hammering me into the island.
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