Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
“You know he’s going to come back hyper as fuck and we’re never going to get him to sleep tonight.” The sun has long since set. The sky is dark, the stars are out, and with the location Asher and Lennon chose, there are even small fire pits here and there for people to sit around.
“That’s okay. We have a lazy Sunday morning to look forward to, plus there is the off-chance he sleeps in.” I look up into my husband’s eyes, noticing the crinkles around them, the smile he’s smiling. His fingers are grazing the skin along my lower back, dipping dangerously lower. I know he’s hoping for Sebastian to sleep in, too.
“Fuck, think I can bribe him to stay in his room until I have my fill of you?” Johnny asks, pressing his hips to mine, allowing me to feel his thick cock ready to take me.
“The amount of sugar he’s had, the way he’s been able to come into our room every morning for snuggles, I highly doubt we’ll get that lucky.” I lift up on the tips of my toes. Even in the sky-high heels, I’m still a few inches too short to press a kiss against his soft lips. Lucky for me, Johnny has no problem reading me, and he dips his head. His tongue slides along my lower lip, pulling it into his mouth with quickness before deepening our kiss. My knees go weak, and the tips of his fingers press into the fleshy part of my ass. A quick peek shows me that my back is near a corner, and no one can see what his hands are doing. We get lost in our clench. I’m breathless, and he’s groaning into my mouth. It isn’t until we pull apart, needing a moment before we move across the room and congregate with our friends.
“Jesús Cristo, what you do to me, mi esposa.” Johnny presses his forehead against mine. His chest is moving up and down, his cock is hard, and the fire in his eyes… Well, I just know tonight, he’s going to take me hard and rough.
“I love you, Winn.” He licks his lips. My thigh muscles clench to stave off the need to come.
“I love you, Johnny. Always,” I respond. Our eyes are locked on one another. There are so many people here, and when Johnny closes his eyes, I look over his shoulder to see if the coast is clear. Kennedy and Trent are on the dance floor with us. She’s looking at her brother, Asher, and Lennon, mouthing to me she wants a another one, when Asher’s hand goes to his wife’s bump. I mouth back, Me too. We share a smile, and then I give my attention to Johnny, cherishing the moment of swaying in his arms while also knowing he’ll do whatever he has to in order to keep me, and I’ll do the same.
EPILOGUE
JOHNNY
Six Weeks Later
Ipull at the shirt at my neck, deftly unbuttoning the one currently choking the fuck out of me. I’m already late coming home this evening because of an issue at Night Moves last night. Can’t say we haven’t had our fair share of issues. Which is why when Winnie wants a night out, I’m very selective on what we can do. It works well with us because voyeurism is more her speed, not that I’d let her be in an open crowd. And I’d be behind bars if someone so much as touched her.
Last night was different. The call I got at one o’clock this morning had me springing out of bed, waking up Winnie, and telling her I’d be back when I could. All I’d wanted was more time with Seb and my wife. With Winnie working Monday through Friday from eight o’clock in the morning till two in the afternoon and Sebastian being in daycare around the same times, unless I break him out of jail, there doesn’t seem to be enough time in the day to get my fill. Sure, on weekends they’re off, but I’m not.
I’ve taken to allowing my managers pick up more nights here and there, especially last night. Winnie came home dead on her feet, exhausted from work, and even though I offered to pick up Sebastian from daycare, she told me that would be dumb since it’s on her way home. I’ve seen the way she snags her keys out of the small dish where mine rest beside hers. Winnie got annoyed when I came home with a new set of wheels for her, a small sporty SUV with all the bells and whistles. She’d been taking my Range Rover here and there, commenting about loving this feature or that, mainly the heated and air-conditioned seats, the lack of needing to hit a gas station. Which she hasn’t had to do since she’s been back. And then there’s also the fact that she sits up higher and the lights from other drivers at night don’t blind her. So, I did what I had to do, gave her my keys for the day, took her car, and traded it in.