Page 211 of Lost in Love

I think, and let’s not put too much weight intomythoughts, but maybe it’s lack of time, or maybe those same kids you had are in the way?

But you know what, eventually those kids fall asleep. That’s when you should make time.

“How long has it been?” I ask Madison, looking over at the clock to see it’s six in the morning and I have to be at a jobsite by eight today. Technically I should be up already and helping get Callan ready for school, Noah eating breakfast and Evie at least changed for Madison, but sex, what man would pass up that opportunity?

Not me.

I’m sure you’re thinking to yourself at this point, who’s Evie?

The baby. Our six-month-old daughter. And the cutest most adorable little thing I’ve ever seen, but you’ll see her later.

Focus. We’re trying to seduce Madison at the moment.

“I don’t know, probably at least two weeks,” Mad tells me, rolling toward me. I catch her in my arms, breathing out against her neck.

Do you see us there? Those two naked people under the covers getting closer.

It’s a good thing you can’t because, underneath those cover, I’m naked. So maybe that’s not a bad thing, right?

Right.

“It’s beentoofucking long,” I groan, palming my dick under the blankets between us.

“Actually…” Madison’s close enough now she’s kissing my neck, my shoulder, any place bare skin is found. And it’s then I wonder if I pushed her head lower, will she kiss something else. “We had sex in the shower last week. Remember?”

“No, I don’t remember,” I mumble, my hand finding its way between her legs to see if she’s wet. “That was last week.”

With my eyes on hers, I dip my head, snuggling between her shoulder and her neck and then scoot toward her, bringing our bodies in line, our chests touching. My left hand moves to her hip as she hitches it around my waist and I squeeze a little, loving that she hasn’t lost all the baby weight because it gives me something to hang onto.

Women? Listen up. Men like a little something to grab, so don’t be too concerned with being stick thin. We don’t want to fuck a bag of bones. We like curves. And more importantly, we like to put our hands on said curves so when we reach out and give you a little squeeze, don’t push us away.

Madison interrupts my thoughts when she grabs a fistful of my hair and forces me look at her. “If you’re going to fuck me, stop messing around. We don’t have a lot of time before the baby’s up.”

She’s right. I need to get to work.

“Jesus,” I draw out, moving between her legs, her knees created an opening for me. Hovering above her, my lips move to hers, my hands beside her head, holding myself up.

Immediately, she’s breathing heavily, cheeks and neck flushed. She’s easy to read.

So we came to the conclusion it’s been a week, so naturally, it’s one of those times when we find ourselves fumbling around, and the only sounds are grunts and groans because we need it that bad.

“Fuck,” I whisper, suddenly the one rushing now, a gasping breath against her cheek as my mouth moves along her jaw and to her neck. “Hurry up, baby.” My hips press forward, my patience gone. “They’ll be up soon.”

“Then get a condom on and stop fucking around.”

She has a very good point. And we certainly don’t need another baby just yet. You’ll see why soon.

In record speed, I jump out of bed, lock the dog in the bathroom and grab a condom from the nightstand. I love my kids, but no, I don’t want another one. After getting it on, I’m back between her legs, bringing my left hand to her cheek as I enter her. It’s my attempt to be romantic.

Our lips meet at the same time. Licking the seam of her lips, she opens her mouth for me, my tongue meeting hers. I damn near moan at the sensation, but I don’t, and she does, her hands moving across my back and to the nape of my neck before they take up residence in my hair.

This image of us right now, the one you have of two people frantically trying to get in the few moments of privacy they are allowed as parents, is one you’ll see in most bedrooms where children are raised. Alone time is something that’s never scheduled but stolen when the crazy little bundles of energy are asleep.

“Stop thinking,” I whisper, knowing her mind is elsewhere, despite her kisses never faltering. “That’s it. No more thinking.”

I know when she finally stops thinking and melts into me. But it’s hard when our overly curious and insane black lab begins scratching and barking at the bathroom door where I’ve barricaded him so we could have sex. If he isn’t locked in another room, he stares at us the entire time. Believe me, it’s unnerving having a dog stare at you as you fuck your wife. I don’t even like dogs.

Gripping my neck, Madison looks over my right shoulder at the door to the bathroom to make sure that asshole of a dog stays put. Just when we think maybe we might make it before he starts in with the barking, he begins to howl.

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