Page 41 of Unwrapped

I feel the burrowing of my brows as I frown.

“She was enjoying it trust me. Hell, I was enjoying it,” my wife fans her face.

“Well shit, I can’t have that. He has to go.”

“I completely agree, “she nods, taking my hand and walking backward into our bedroom. “The two of them had more sparks than a five-alarm fire.”

I shrug, unbuckling my belt, “Hell if I care if they burn Roque’s property down. I’ll give Sally a head’s up later and tell her to be expecting him.”

“Stop,” she smacks her hand on my chest, so I flex a pec for her. “We fell in love there.”

“Exactly. We should own it not him.”

“Would…would you really buy it from him? For us?”

“Hell, darlin’ don’t you know I’d do anything for you, girl?”

“Like making me come all night?”

“That’s already a given.”

She bites her lip, “Can we afford it? Imagine our babies playing in the sun, swinging from trees in the orchard.”

“Don’t you worry about that when it’s my job.” Her small hands unzip me, and I groan, closing my eyes as her delicate hands wrap around my cock.

“Fuck, girl. I’ll never get enough of ya’. This will never be enough,” I rasp, trapping her face with my hands as she continues to glide hers up and down my dick.

“I’m going to scream tonight, Rog. Make me scream. Maybe he’ll want to leave in the morning.” I cover her mouth with a hand. “No. Shhhh, if you scream, I’ll punish you baby doll. Punish you real good. Screaming will only make him wanna stay.”

She drops her hands and lifts her sweater over her head. My cock jumps, precum beads at the tip. “Fuck, Dev.” Her breasts are already fuller, her dusky nipples a shade darker as the ripened buds point at me.

She falls back on the bed, I come between her thighs, tugging one swollen peak into my mouth and rolling it on my tongue.

“Do you know how I know heavens real? Because I found it baby, in you.”

“Heaven.” That would make a wonderful name for our baby girl.

My heart swells to bursting as I make love to my girl, my Devon. The bed creaks and groans as I thrust into her wet heat. She’s rarely wrong. Maybe pushing Dare into the arms of that head turner who came into town won’t be a bad thing. Hell, if anyone needs to make new Christmas memories, it’s Darren. The pressure building in my balls becomes too intense, I lose all ability to think as I rock my hips into my woman and come home.

12

DARE

“I NEED A FAVOR.”

“Not. One. More.” I growl at Rog over the piping hot coffee I just poured.

“I need help at Sassy’s.”

“I’m not a bus boy. Sorry.”

“Security.”

“The boys need to make a run up north. Some shit came up last minute. It’s not about me, Darren. It’s my woman and child.”

I raise a hand. “No need to say anymore. I’ll be there.”

“Good. Oh, and one more thing…I need you to leave.”

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