Page 5 of The Truth of Our Secrets

“You guys must have a sense of humor about useless letter Y’s in your names.” He pokes his head into the open door of our bedroom. The California king bed takes up most of the space, with a couple of dressers and nightstands.

I raise an eyebrow, but my wife clasps her hand to her chest. “You remember how to spell my first name?”

His laughter implies “of course.”

“It’s how I knew we were kismet. We both have the random Y in our first names.” She rises on her tiptoes to kiss my cheek.

Emmet’s expression turns blank as we show him the guest room with a queen bed.

“Is this the bathroom?” He swings open the door, revealing a mostly empty bookshelf, abandoned desk, boxes, and Madyson’s out-of-season clothes.

“No.” Madyson’s face pinches. “It’s an unused office.” Her entire demeanor changes, as if the reminder of Peter sucks the life out of her.

She saved me from a toxic relationship with Peter. The guilt I carry for subjecting her to him haunts me.

“My bad.” Emmet closes the door gently. “Bathroom?” His eyes land on the only other door in the hall.

“Sorry, of course.” Madyson rushes forward and opens it for him. “There are towels for a shower and extra toothbrushes in the righthand drawer. Don’t worry about putting us out. We have a bathroom attached to our room.” She moves aside so he can enter.

“Thanks.” He shuts himself in and the pressure releases in my chest.

We wordlessly retreat to our room.

“You’re tense.” I massage her shoulders and steer her to the bed. “Let me work you loose.”

“Mmm, that feels great.” She leans back against my chest as I rest against the headboard.

“Are you okay? We should clear out the office.” I press my thumbs into the sides of her neck.

“We should.” She sighs. “But not tonight.”

I swallow the need to apologize for Peter. He could be arrogant and condescending, but I never thought he’d be hurtful and vindictive. She says she doesn’t blame me, but I do.

After a few minutes, she turns in my arms to kiss me, straddling my lap. She pecks my lips, but I need more. I haul her body to mine and she melts into me. The fear for her safety creates this physical need to touch her everywhere.

My hands cradle her head as I deepen the kiss. She tastes like her scent, sweet honey with a hint of floral. My favorite flavor: Madyson. Licking into her mouth, I raise my hips, pressing my erection to her core, and she whimpers into my mouth.

That encouragement spurs me to undress her. She breaks the kiss to toss her shirt and bra on the floor. I topple her onto her back and she lets out a giggle as I tear her pants down and blanket her with my body.

“You’re so ready for me.” I draw my hands through her wetness and bring it to my lips. “Delicious.” My tongue laps up her arousal.

“I love filling you up.” I lean in for a languid kiss. Her legs part, allowing me to slide into her waiting body. Slow strokes as if we have all night. I swallow her moans and suck her neck until all her tension releases and she comes on my cock.

“I love it too.” She stretches her arms over her head. The motion causes my softening dick to fall out. “Damn.” She pouts.

She moves out from under me. Disappointing because I need more cuddle time and she still has tight muscles to massage. But I can’t fault her for wanting to clean up.

“What are you doing?” Instead of going into the bathroom, she pulls sweats out of her dresser.

“I’m just going to check on Emmet for a second.”

Frustrated, I haul my naked ass out of bed and grab her from behind so her back is to my chest. I insert two fingers like a caveman and spread my cum all over her. At least she didn’t clean up. I would’ve lost my mind.

Once her belly is covered, I gather more cum and massage it into her breasts.

Her breathing hitches. “Are you seriously marking me like I’m some territory not to be touched?” Her voice starts indignant but ends breathless.

“Almost done,” I whisper in her ear, not denying it. She doesn’t argue. She craves my possessive side.

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