Page 67 of Takedown

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going to get rid of this shit.” He points to the bag.

“What? Why? A lot of couples use sex toys together. What’s the big deal?”

“You think I’m going to fuck you with a plastic dick?” He storms out and slams the door behind him.

I stand there, stunned, and rest my head in my hand. I didn’t even remember that time. Damn Ananda and her stupid fucking note. A rational person wouldn’t be upset, but Adam’s not rational. At least not when it comes to me and another man.

It takes him twenty minutes to come back. I’m still standing in the middle of the living room when he bursts through the front door and says, “I drove it somewhere and dumped it. You’ll never see that tote bag again.”

I roll my eyes to the ceiling and turn away from him, not sure how to handle the raving madman in front of me right now. I only make it two steps before I feel his hand on my elbow. He spins me around and lifts me off my feet.

“Let’s get a few things straight, wife.” He carries me to the bedroom and closes the door behind us. “Was that the last time you were with a man who isn’t me?”

“Yes, Adam.” I cross my arms and wait.

“No more plastic dicks or vibrating wands. I get you off. Me. These hands.” He raises both huge hands up. “This mouth and tongue.” He comes close and runs his tongue along my bottom lip. He bites it and sucks. My panties instantly moisten. “And this dick.” He places both my hands on his hard cock. He picks me up again and tosses me on the bed. “I’m going to make you come with each of them right now.”

He lands on top of me and his mouth crashes on mine. He’s hungry for me. His kiss is deep. He’s kissing me as if this is our first and our last kiss. He leaves my mouth long enough to suck the base of my neck. I curse at the sensation, and I mentally prepare myself to wear a scarf around my neck for the next few days.

“Off.” He mutters that word right before his hand lands on the elastic waist of my yoga pants. I kick the offending pants and underwear off. He jumps off the bed long enough to undress. By the time he’s naked, so am I, and I’m spread eagle on the bed eagerly waiting for him.

His lips land on mine again, and his hands slide between my legs. Two fingers find their way inside my warm slit. I moan his name and wrap a leg around him. He fucks me with two fingers and rubs my clit with his thumb. He roughly sucks a nipple into his mouth and I come on his fingers. He traces his tongue up my sternum to my mouth. “That’s one.” He kisses my mouth gently.

I get no chance to come down from my high. He licks his way south this time, tracing his tongue all the way to my spread thighs. He teases my pussy until I cry out his name, but he has no mercy on me. He licks and sucks until I come on his tongue.

“That’s two.” He rolls me on my side and slides in behind me.

“Adam,” I say, breathless. “I don’t know if I can come again.” My heart rate hasn’t calmed down, and I’m still riding the high of the second orgasm.

He lifts my leg and enters me from behind. “You can, love. And you will. Now, tell me who rules this body.”

He gives me the long, slow, and deep strokes that I love. My eyes roll to the back of my head at the feel of him inside of me. “Tell me who owns this pussy. Who?” he asks again.

“You, Adam. Only you.”

36

The balloons bounce along the wall, and my heart thumps so loud, I’m afraid the nurses can hear it. It’s been a hell of a day. Alex called me at ten o’clock in the morning, claiming she was having contractions. Jason was already at work and in the operating room. When I got downstairs, she was leaning over the kitchen table while my mother rubbed her back. Addy was in the middle of the kitchen crying. Her water broke in my car on the way to the hospital. I remember the look on her face and the liquid seeping into my cloth seats and dripping down Alex’s leggings. She reached over and grabbed my hand, squeezing it as tears streamed down her reddened cheeks.

Things only worsened when we arrived at the hospital. The doctors rushed Alex into the operating room for an emergency c-section when they discovered the baby was breach and her heart rate had dropped. Jason walked in right as they were wheeling Alex away, and I’ve never seen my brother so afraid before. His knees almost buckled. It was only when I grabbed his hand, pulled him into a hug, and told him everything would be okay that he relaxed. It didn’t last long though. He changed into fresh scrubs and went into the operating room, only this time he wasn’t the surgeon. He was the worried husband and father.

Even now, knowing that she’s out of surgery and in a private room, my heart won’t stop thumping. My knees turn to jelly in the middle of the hallway, and my husband stops right along with me.

“You want me to carry you, love?” I look into his blue eyes and wrap my arms around him. The balloons hit him in the face, but he shoves them away and squeezes me in his arms, saying soothing words.

“I was so scared, Adam. And you weren’t there.” My eyes fill with tears, but he swipes them away. He cups my face, and I bite my bottom lip and will the tears to stay at bay.

“I got here as fast as I could, Mel.”

And he did. He was here thirty minutes after I sent him the text. I don’t think I would have made it without him. Despite having Tina, Ananda, and Alex’s father here, I was only slightly relaxed when Adam got here and took me into his arms.

“You did. It’s just been an emotional day.” I exhale and brush my bangs off my forehead. “Let’s go meet our niece.”

He takes my hand in his and leads me this time. He’s my pillar of strength. The minute he found me in the waiting room, he pulled me into his arms as if I was the one in distress. We knock on the door, and he slowly pushes it open. He stops walking when I do. I stick my head inside, and when I see Alex in the bed, dressed in her own nightgown, glowing while holding a pink bundle, I sag in relief before walking into the room.

Jason hugs me tight, and I feel tears again. They fall freely this time.

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