Page 93 of Waiting for Redemption

“Oh, babe. Yes. It is.” We say our goodbyes and Taylor drives me home, while I spend the whole drive staring at the picture Tank sent me.

Not only because he’s so hot I can’t breathe when I look at him, but because he looks like adad. Making sure Hendrix took a bath, getting him to eat his vegetables—which is amiracle—and more than likely doing all the boyish things with him that I could never do the same way he can. It makes me wish hewasHendrix’s dad.

“Here we are.” Taylor puts her car in park and I look up to see that we’re already sitting in my driveway.

I have got to stop spacing out like this.

“Thanks for the ride, Tay.” I lean over to hug her neck, noticing a strange look on her face when I pull away. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m just so happy for you Rubes. I know you’ve got plenty of shit going on right now that could have you down. But the fact that you’ve found love and happiness in the midst of it all? You deserve this more than anyone else I know. Don’t forget that, okay? That you deserve to be happy.” I shake my head to thank her, unable to form a coherent sentence right now.

“Love you, girl. Now go see your boys.” She winks at me, nodding up to the house.

“Love you too.” I hug her once more before getting out of the car, and making my way up the sidewalk.

When I walk into the house and see Hendrix, Maverick, and Tank asleep together on the couch, my heart swells in my chest. I snap a photo of them, standing there a few more moments to just stare at them. They’re still in their gray sweatpants and Hendrix is tucked safely under Tank’s arm while Spidey plays on the TV. I’m not sure what’s freaking out more, my mind, my heart, or my ovaries. I walk over and brush Hendrix’s hair out of his eyes before running my fingers through Tank’s in the same way—making his eyes fly open when I do. I see his chest rise and fall a little harder, as his grip on Hendrix tightens slightly. When his vision focuses on me, he relaxes again.

“Hey, it’s just me. Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” I whisper, careful not to wake Hendrix.

“Bout time you made it home to me, wife.” He smiles sleepily at me. I lean down and kiss his lips gently, causing him to grip my hair and pull me in a little harder.

“I’m gonna take Hendrix to bed.” I go to pick him up, realizing just how big he’s gotten. He’s more than half my size and it makes me sad to think about just how fast time flies.

“Here, let me do it,” Tank offers, hooking his arms under Hendrix’s knees and neck before lifting him effortlessly from the couch. “Come on, we can tuck him in together.” He nods for me to follow him down the hallway to Hendrix’s room, and of course, Maverick is right on our heels.

When Tank lays him down in bed Maverick jumps up, laying down right beside him. Hendrix takes a cleansing breath before wrapping his arm around Mav and falling right back to sleep. I kiss his forehead and whisper how much I love him before we finally leave the room. Once the door is shut, I waste no time throwing myself into the arms of my husband and he meets me movement for movement as he wraps my legs around his waist. He grips my hair in one hand, while holding me up with the other, letting his lips roam from my neck down to my chest.

“I missed you, little wife.” He growls against my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.

“I missed you, too, my love.” His grip on my ass tightens to the point I think I might have fingerprints left there tomorrow.

“Say that again,” he demands, releasing his grip on my hair so I can look at him straight on.

“I missed you, my love.”

“Fuck, I love the way that sounds.” He smirks against my mouth before biting my bottom lip.

“More than this?” I ask before letting out a soft moan, letting my hips drop to feel his length harden against me.

Buzzed Ruby may be a little unhinged. But I know it’s okay to be with him.

He hikes me up over his shoulder before storming off to our bedroom. Once the door is shut and locked he tosses me onto the bed, leaning over me with his lips mere inches from mine.

“Nothing compares to hearing how much you love beingmine, Honey.” He stands up at the edge of the bed, dropping his sweatpants before wrapping his hand around his cock.

“Kneel for me, wife.” Wetness pools between my thighs at his command. I stand up right in front of him, looking up as he narrows his gaze at me. Before I do as he’s asked, I pull my Zeppelin T-shirt over my head and drop my jeans to the floor, showing off one of my favorite outfits I used to dance in. It’s a red lace bodysuit with roses all over it. Once I toss my clothes to the side, I drop to my knees, gathering my hair to tie it up out of the way.

“You’re fucking perfect, you know that?” he growls. I smirk at him and simply stick my tongue out to accept him. He may love the way I sound from him making me his, but the enjoyment I get from seeing and hearing how good I makehimfeel turns me on more than I knew was possible. I want this man to absolutely ruin my life. I continue taking him as far down as my throat will allow, knowing exactly when to suck down and when to stroke him with my tongue.

“Fuck baby,” he grits out through his teeth before pulling away from me. I look up at him and pout. “You remember your safe words?” The look in his eyes is absolutely wild tonight and the excitement it sends through my body has my pussy aching for him.

“I don’t need them.” He tilts his head in confusion.

“Baby, I’m not sure how much control I’ll have with you tonight,” he warns, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” I assure him. I reach around and pull my favorite part of this outfit off, handing him the silk ribbon from the decorative bow on the back.

“Eyes, mouth, or hands.” I turn around and rest my hands on my ass, waiting for him to pick where he wants to tie it. He takes a step closer, bringing his body flush with mine and his lips to my ear.

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