Page 26 of Coyotes Ever After

She knows exactly what it does to me when she says my name like that—it drives me wild. I’m about to put my knee between her legs, forcing her back onto the bed, when I feel her hands on my belt buckle.

I close my eyes for a second, getting my shit together. Her mouth on my cock is always absolute bliss, but I can’t let myself come yet.

She gets to her knees and pulls down my pants, teasing me with her tongue through my boxers for a minute. Then she moves back and looks up at me, slowly tugging on the waistband of my boxers.

Every second since I laid eyes on her in that bar has been a tease. Her playing with me and knowing I’d walk through fire for just a taste of her. She finally gives in, taking me in her mouth and wrapping her hand around my shaft.

I can only handle a minute of it. It’s just too fucking good. I step back and she stands, her nipples hard.

“Lie down,” she says softly.

Part of me wants to keep the foreplay up for hours. I know what she wants and it actually turns her on hard when I make her wait for it.

Tonight, though, I want it too fucking much to deny her. We don’t have wild sex at home because she can’t come when she’s worried about our bed’s headboard hitting the wall and giving away that we’re having sex to the teenagers. Me? I couldn’t care less who knows I like having sex with my wife.

I lie on the bed and she climbs over me, moving her satin underwear to the side before sinking down on my cock. We both groan as she goes lower, taking every inch of me.

This is one of her biggest turn-ons—fucking with her underwear still on. Sometimes, I move it aside. Other times, I rip it.

She rides me like she means it, my hands on her waist as I thrust my hips up in time with her.

It’s been so long since there was nothing to focus on but the two of us. No one waking up or knocking on our door.

I can feel her coming as she lets out a series of loud moans. Just the sound of her—uninhibited because she doesn’t have to worry about anyone overhearing—makes me unload in her.

With a final, sated sigh, she slides off me and lies next to me.

“I couldn’t wait,” she says lightly.

“No complaints.” I kiss her. “You’re incredible.”

“And we’re just getting started, right?”

My lips quirk up in a smile. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

TWO YEARS LATER

Elle

“Looks like another board game day,”I say to Mila, sighing.

We’re standing at the wall of windows in the main family room of the Kauai vacation home she and Colby had built. It’s the fourth day of the eight-day celebration she planned to celebrate Colby’s five-year cancer-free anniversary.

“Another day of us dominating in Taboo and trivia, you mean?” She smiles at me.

“That, too.”

Ford and I are the only couple in the group of former players who have stayed close since retiring. Colby and Mila, Dom and Tess, Ben and Stella, Beau and Shelby and Rowan and Cam all have kids, so Ford and I were happy to spend more time at Colby and Mila’s when he was fighting cancer. We’ve gotten much closer to them and their daughters, Anastasia and Irina. Once a week, we go to their house for dinner. We have game nights and movie nights.

It seemed impossible that Mila and I, who used to despise each other, would become best friends. Colby’s illness did that, though. She and I have talked every day since then, and in the event that something happens to her and Colby, Ford and I will become Anastasia and Irina’s guardians.

“Oh, man. Another day of rain.” Dom approaches the window, a mug of coffee in hand. He looks at Mila, his brow furrowed. “Do you and Colby drink this kind of coffee every day?”

“Kopi Luwak?” She sips from her own mug. “No, our Kauai chef is the only one who makes this.”

“How much does this shit run?” he asks.

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