“Fuck, baby, I’m about to go.”
“Inhale this right when you’re about to come,” I said in offering. And when you come, do it all over me.”
“You want that?” he asked, a hint of shock in his voice as his eyes flared.
“Yes. Please.”
“Jesus, Alice, so fucking dirty,” he grunted, his orgasm within reach. He pulled out, his cock fisted in hand as I thrust the bottle toward him. He grabbed it with his free hand and inhaled deeply, pumping himself with the other. It took only a few seconds before confusion took over his features and then his eyes crossed. His dick went from rock hard to a noodle in his hand before he passed out and disappeared from my line of sight, taking half of the counter’s contents with him.
I’d done it. I’d finally killed my husband.
I heard the crash as he went down.
“Rafe! Oh my God, Rafe!”
He was on all fours next to the trashcan, which had toppled over upon impact, while the smiling alien dildo vibrated next to him. In seconds, I was down on the kitchen floor, calling his name. Agonizing moments passed before I heard his answering groan.
“Rafe, are you okay?”
He came to a minute later as I tried my best not to laugh. I’d never seen anything like it. One second, he was fucking me like a God, his cock the hardest it had ever been, the next he was assed-out on the floor. I studied the bottle as he sat up against the cabinets and glared at me. “What in the hell was that?”
Scrambling for words, I let them all out in a rush. “It’s called poppers. It’s supposed to enhance your orgasm. She said it was safe!”
He snatched the bottle out of my hand and gave me the nasty side-eye as a nervous laugh I had absolutely no control over escaped me.
“This fucking shit is toxic. Look, it says ‘harmful if inhaled’. What the hell were you thinking?”
I took the bottle away. “This doesn’t make sense, Amy said she and Rhett use it all the time.”
“Well, that explains a lot about Rhett,” he snapped, moving to stand. “Damn it, woman, are you trying to kill me?”
“Rafe, I’m so sorry.” My laughter chose that moment to break through the terror I felt just seconds earlier. I was hysterical as he glared at me.
“I really am so sorry,” I said, my apology shit due to the fact that I couldn’t stop laughing. Rafe stormed off, his beautiful ass the last thing I saw as he tore out of the kitchen. Once I’d pulled myself together and cleaned up the mess I didn’t want to have to explain to his grandmother or our daughter in the morning, I found Rafe in his study, watching highlight reels. He was livid as he sat in his recliner, and I was sure his ego was bruised. I wasn’t about to try to make it up to him sexually. I was one strikeout away from pulling off a golden sombrero. I would just have to suck it up and admit to Erica when it came to seducing my husband, I was nothing short of a disaster.
“I know you’re mad, just remember that I thought it was going to make you feel good. I would never intentionally hurt you or try to sabotage your game, and you know it.”
Silence. Shit.
“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry,” I said with a wobbling chin. “I’m going to take a bath and go to bed.” My voice cracked, and a second later the dark eyes I loved so much scoured me before they drifted back to the television.
I turned on my heel and spent the better part of ten minutes counting my blessings. There was absolutely nothing wrong with the way things were. So what if my plans had gone awry. I would make it up to him. And after he won the series tomorrow, I would tell him he had a son or daughter to look forward to. I didn’t have it in me to screw that part of the night up.
And though it made me a bit of an asshole, I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped when I thought of the expression on Rafe’s face when he smelled the bottle. After another laughing fit, I sank into the lukewarm tub. I was surprised when the water jostled a few minutes later. I opened my eyes to see Rafe had joined me in the bath and was pouring water over his dark locks and sweeping the hair away from his head. He looked so sexy, dark and wet. I had to resist the urge to lunge for him. I loved that looking at him still made me feel that way.
“You forgive me?”
He gave me a weary look. “I’m trying.”
A tiny laugh escaped my lips, and he narrowed his eyes before a hint of a smile appeared on his. A few seconds later we were both laughing hysterically.
When some of our hilarity had subsided, Rafe playfully pushed some water my way. “God woman, you’re a walking hazard.”
“I know,” I said, coughing out the rest of my giggle as I tilted my face toward the heavens. “Someone has to be looking out for us, you think?”
“It would appear that way with all the shit we’ve managed to escape. Do you know what that shit was?” Rafe asked.
“She said it was poppers,” I said with a shrug.
“Babe . . . that was fucking huff liquid.”
“What?”
“Yes. Google it. I’m surprised you didn’t.”
“Oh. God. Rafe! Do you think it will do any long-term damage?”
“No,” he said as if the idea were absurd.
“I swear I didn’t know.”
“I know.”
“That was a blonde moment for sure. Jesus. I’m smarter than that. I think I was just excited when I got all that stuff. I feel terrible. I could have really hurt you.”
He pulled my foot onto his chest. “With that face, body, and sexual imagination, babe, you’re the most dangerous woman alive.”
“You should divorce me now and cut your losses,” I said before rubbing my hands over my face. “I had that crap in the house with Clover.”
He pulled my hands away. “Don’t ever say divorce again. There is no end to us. Ever. Don’t use that word. Got it? It was a mistake and not a big deal. There isn’t a damn thing either one of us can do that we can’t get through.”
“I know.”
“I love you, you crazy, crazy woman.”
“I know.”
“No end, Alice.”
I nodded. “Got it.”
“Good. Let’s just try to enjoy the rest of our night, okay?”
“Okay. And you better take a shower before the game tomorrow, Bullet, you don’t want to hit the field smelling like a pansy,” I said, blowing some lavender-scented bubbles out of my hand in his direction.
“This is nice, I needed this,” Rafe said, as we massaged each other’s feet. He held mine on his chest while I had to practically turn around in the tub to get my hands on his.
“Your feet are huge.”
He gave me a sultry smile. “You know what they say about big feet. I can back up that theory.”
“Well, you blessed our innocent little girl with your huge feet. She’ll be made fun of.”
“The hell she will. I’ll beat that bully’s ass,” Rafe interjected looking pissed.
“Jeesh. She starts kindergarten next year, you intend to beat all the babies that mess with yours?”
“Hell yes I will, I’ll push those little booger munchers down when the parents aren’t looking.”
“You’re terrible,” I scorned. “And your daughter told me today I needed a ‘tude justice.’”
Rafe’s laugh echoed through the bathroom. “An attitude adjustment, huh?”
“Yeah, I turned the cartoons off for naptime.”
“Mean,” he said, taking her side. He always did. It was the only time we argued.
“God, I hope we don’t have another girl,” I said, giving up on his feet and settling on his calves. “This one better be a boy.”
“This one?” Rafe’s hands stilled on my foot and gave me a pointed look.
“I’m pregnant.” His jaw dropped, and I grinned while his eyes watered. “I was going to tell you after we experimented, but, well, that went to hell in a handbasket. You’re a daddy, again.”
Before I knew what was happening I was in his arms, wrapped so tight I cou
ldn’t breathe.
“Rafe,” I choked out as he squeezed me harder.
“Damn, Alice,” he croaked before he pulled away. The look on his face was priceless. “You kept that from me all day!”
“I know, I’m sorry, but I wanted to make it special.”
“Baby, we’re in a bathtub filled with lavender and have the house to ourselves, I would say this is special.” He grew hard beneath me, and I sighed. “Maybe after your game tomorrow we can get Dutch to watch her one more night and—oh, oh God,” I moaned as Rafe took a nipple into his mouth and began to push inside me. I looked down to see the raw desire etched all over his features. Apparently, telling Rafe he was going to be a daddy was all the aphrodisiac I needed.
“This is amazing. I love you.”
“I love you too,” I whispered, the moment bittersweet.
“Alice, tell me what’s wrong,” he asked studying my face as he pumped slowly inside me.
“Nothing, Rafe, ah,” I whimpered as he pushed his hips up burying himself. I was impaled, and my clit pulsed as it rubbed along the edge of him.
“Tell me,” he insisted as he thrust up, hooked his arms through mine, and then pulled my shoulders down hard with his hands. I damn near came with his next thrust he was so deep. “I try not to press you when you’re pissed, because, for one, you can’t speak well for yourself when you are. But you’re hiding something.”
“I’m not hiding, ah, ah—” He had reached around and was pressing a finger against my backside. My eyes grew. “Rafe, I don’t know if I can handle that tonight.”
“And I don’t care about that, I’m about to make you feel so fucking good.”
“God,” I whispered as I gripped his damp hair and pulled it between my fingers.
“I promise to make it good,” Rafe said biting my lip, “but not until you tell me what’s wrong. And don’t say nothing again. This is me. Talk to me.”
“It’s just,” I said, my jaw shaking at the feel of him, “I just wanted to have one more night of the freaky before we go through it all again, ya know? Before the late nights, the puke, and the . . . poo.” I didn’t mention the libido killers in our immediate future that consisted of leaky boobs, stretchmarks, uncontrollable gas and the inevitable hemorrhoid flare up.
“We can have all the freaky you want,” he said, as he pressed his thumb against my clit while his probing finger slipped inside “Look at me.”
“I’m looking,” I said longingly. “It’s just that you were so careful when I was pregnant with Clover. And while I love you more for it, I don’t want this to change. I know it’s selfish.”
“It’s not selfish. I was paranoid last time. This time it’ll be different, I promise. And I think we need some time alone. She’s almost five and we haven’t done anything without her since she was born.
“Rafe,” I whimpered.
“If you want to come, you need to agree,” he warned.
“You know I can’t leave her.”
“You won’t be leaving her. You’ll be taking a break, there’s the difference. You haven’t been able to take your clients overseas because of your rule to be home at night.” I swiveled my hips to match his thrusts. “Fuck, Alice, ride it just like that.” He closed his eyes briefly as he picked up the pace, punishing me with his cock and his finger. “Didn’t you say you had a client who wants to go to Greece next month?”
He pushed up again, and this time, we both moaned.
“Alice?”
“Yes, Rafe, yes.”
“That’s good enough,” he whispered as he thrust up gripping my hips so that we were locked. I came undone.
“God, I’m coming,” I barely got the words out before I was swept away. Rafe swallowed my screams with his kiss as I thrashed around in the tub, my heart hammering as I sank into him. Seconds later, my head was gripped as he unraveled beneath me, his release lasting a small eternity.
“Fuck, that felt incredible,” he croaked, as I lay against his chest. Breathless and spent I could only reply with a mmm noise.
I wasn’t sure how much time had passed before he pulled us to stand.
“How far along are you?”
“Almost eight weeks.”
“We’re going to Greece.”
I smiled against his chest as he wrapped us in a towel and began drying us off. “You can’t just decide we’re going to Greece.”
“I believe I just did.”
“So damn cocky. You’re like the spokesman for cocky.”
“It’s only right for a man with so much cock . . . y to give.” His smile took my breath away. When he deposited me onto our bed, I reached for him only to come up empty.
“Where are you going?”
He was gloriously naked as I admired the planes of muscle that led down to thick thighs and the beautiful dick between that was pointed directly at me.
“I’m going to get more of that arsenal of yours from downstairs. I want to test out those nipple clamps.”
“Oh,” I said with a smile. “Time to get dirty?”
“Fucking filthy,” he promised.
“Rafe?” I asked kneeling on the bed.
“Yeah, baby?” He moved to stand in front of me, proud of his growing progress below. I reached out to stroke him, and his eyes closed with a hiss.
“I want it hard.”
“I think I can handle that,” he grunted, thrusting gently into my hand.
“What about Ren and your pact?”
A burst of breath left him as I sped up my fist. “I think he’s probably dealing with his own mess right now. And I really don’t give a shit.”
“You know the game tomorrow is yours, right?”
“I hope so.”
“Will you believe me instead?”
“I’ll try,” he said, pushing the soft-skinned steel in my hand.
“Ren’s going to be a daddy too.”
He paused his hips. “No shit?”
“We’re due within three weeks of each other.”
“So, all of this today wasn’t only about the sex?”
“Yes and no. Technically, it’s all about the sex you already had. But mostly it’s because I missed you.”
He leaned in and brushed his lips against mine. “I missed you too. I’ll always be here, risking my life with you while you try to seduce me.”
“Har, har,” I said, gripping him tight in my hold.
Worry creased his brow as I got more aggressive with my hand. “Please be gentle.”
“You just relax, sir. Right now, it’s all about your cock . . . y,” I informed him as my eyes slid down to his ready, fat dick. Leaning in, I darted my tongue against the opening of his tip before I let him go and gave him a sound smack on the ass. “Don’t forget the tickler.”
In preparation for the sex to come, I threw every throw pillow we had onto the floor and broke out my newly purchased rubber sheets while my inner freak rejoiced.
I was just about to shoot off a text to check on our daughter when my phone beeped with an incoming message.
Erica: The ego has landed.
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