Page 137 of Waiting for Redemption

“I can’t believe we’re finally done.” I look around our new home and take a moment to appreciate how much life has changed in the last few months. Our new home is much larger than the last withplenty of growing roomas my husband put it. We have 2 acres of land for the kids and Maverick to run around on, and the view of the sunset every night is absolutely breathtaking.

“Mommy! Where’s the box with all my toys?” Hendrix asks, digging through a cardboard box on the living room floor.

“I don’t know, baby. We have a lot to unpack before we find them.”

“I thinkunpacking with these munchkins around is going to be harder than packing was,” Tank whispers in my ear as he bends down to grab Poe from my arms.

“I think you’re right.” I widen my eyes playfully, just as my phone goes off.

Tay

Can Tuck and I have the boys tonight? Call me crazy but I sense you and daddy Tank need a kid free night to… “unpack” You know, really get to know the house.

Me

Well, Poe isn’t quite ready for sleepovers yet but a few hours alone would be life changing. When?

Tay

Gimme gimme. Bring them whenever! The sooner the better.

“I also think Taylor might be psychic. She just texted and asked if they could have the boys tonight.” I can tell by the way Tank’s face lights up that he’s got an idea of how he wants to spend that time—and it’snotunpacking. My cheeks immediately heat from the thought. I love my sons more than life itself, but Poe has put a stop to our late-nightalone timethat we used to have after Hendrix would go to sleep and I desperately miss it.

“That’s nice of them. Did she say what time?” he asks nonchalantly. I love it when he tries to act like he isn’t excited when I know all too well that he is.

“Well, she said the sooner the better so I guessnow.” Tank nods as he pats Poe’s bottom. Him holding Poe is the cutest and sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. He took on the role of Hendrix’s dad so effortlessly and never treated him as a stepchild or any less of his own. But seeing him hold ourbabywho hashiseyes, is a sight to behold.

“Now is soon. Now isgood.” I can’t help but giggle as he nods his rushed approval. “Grab Poe’s bag and I’ll make sure Hendrix is ready. Meet you in the car.” He kisses my lips quickly as he rushes over to Hendrix.

We made it to Taylor and Tucker’s in record time, barely making it through the door before Tank was throwing the diaper bag at Tucker. I had to swat his arm and remind him to tell our sons bye before he was grabbing me by the waist and whisking me out the door. As we’re leaving Tank insists he run into the grocery store before we head back home. I was instructed to wait in the car, which is suspicious since we always go in together, but the grin on his face, when he hops back in the driver’s seat, keeps my lips sealed from asking any questions that may ruin whatever plans he’s come up with.

We pull up to the house and before the car is even fully in park he’s unbuckling his seatbelt and leaning over to me. He wraps his hand around my neck, and pulls me into him, capturing my lips with his in the most passionate way it almost takes my breath away. It only takes me a few seconds to catch up before I place my hand on his jaw and turn into his touch.

“Get in the house. I need you naked in the next five minutes,” he whispers against my mouth, making me drag my bottom lip through my teeth as I nod. I run into the house while he quickly grabs the grocery bag from the back and stalks towards the house. He looks absolutely primal when he steps through the threshold and the image sends a shiver down my spine. He drops the grocery bag on the kitchen table and raises a brow at me. I quickly pull my shirt over my head, and drop my shorts, not bothering to make a fuss over dropping my underwear and bra along with them. The hungry look in his eyes tells me he wouldn’t allow it even if I tried. Once I’m completely stripped of my clothes, Tank’s jaw flexes and he pulls his plain white T-shirt over his head in one swift movement.

“You are so fucking beautiful.” He growls as he hurries to close the distance between us. Before I can say a word he’s grabbing me by the thighs and placing me on our oversized kitchen island, making me squeal from the shock of the cool surface touching my skin. Our lips collide as his hands tangle in my hair, and I touch any and every part of him I can. I have missed this so much. The passion, desire, and the absoluteneedfor each other that can only be expressed properly when we’re alone.

“You smell delicious, little wife. Lay back and give me a taste.” With butterflies in my stomach, I do as I’m asked and lay back on the cool marble. I let out a little gasp when his hands wrap around my thighs and he pulls me closer to him. I’m a little self-conscious about how I might look right now after moving and wrangling kids all day, but that feeling only lasts for a split second before he makes anmmmsound, putting my mind at ease. Then, without warning, his mouth is on me and my hands are in his hair.

“That’s right baby, let me feel it.” I look down to see the most devilish grin on his face and it makes me blush all over. The way he knows my body and can get me to relax enough to fully experience the pleasure he has to offer me is something I’ll never get over. He kisses and sucks my clit in a way that sends me closer and closer to the edge of an orgasm until I’m crying out for release—and he gives it to me.

“Such a good little wife, you think you’re ready for my cock now?” He kisses along my thighs before standing up and releasing himself from his jeans. His cock is hard and dripping with precum and I can’t even stop myself from licking my lips when I see it.

“Yes, please,” I answer, spreading my legs further and running my hands along my body to tease him.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, Honey.” He pulls me to the edge of the island until he’s teasing my entrance. “And dammit, I’ll die a happy man.” When he plunges into me, the mix of pain and pleasure morphs into a euphoric feeling. I dig my nails into his arms as he kisses and sucks on my neck, making pressure build in my core faster than it ever has before. Being with Tank has always been an experience unlike any other. He makes me feel sexy, empowered, and craved in a way that always has me wanting more.

“Tank, I’m gonna come again,” I cry out. I can feel the smile come across his face before he brings his lips to my ear.

“Give it to me, baby. I want every last drop to soak my cock.” Goosebumps shoot down my arm as he wraps his hand around my neck and thrusts into me without restraint.

“Ah, Tank!” My head falls back, every wave of my orgasm making my head feel light as a feather as he empties himself inside me.

“Fuck,” he groans, bringing his forehead to mine as we both come down from our high. I open my eyes and they involuntarily land on the kitchen table where he threw the grocery bag earlier.

“Tank?”

“Yes, Honey?”

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