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I’m gliding my wet-sander along the fender of the GTO, gently grinding down some of the imperfections so I can repaint.
It’s fun. I think this is actually my favorite part of the restore, other than picking out the interior.
The mechanics are a bitch, but that’s why I bought this one. Its guts are perfect. It just needs a little makeover.
Okay, maybe a big makeover.
But still, I’m enjoying it. I never thought I could make something like this into a career, but here I am…
Twenty-three and living the dream.
Thing is, right now I’m having trouble focusing because thewhirringof this machine in my hands, the way it’s sort of vibrating while I drag it along the curve of the fender…
I swallow in a gulp.My dick is hard.
Turning off the wet-sander and lifting my goggles up, I let out a long breath. My husband is such a sexy tease, I swear to God.
He knew he was getting me all riled up earlier, on top of the riling that’s already been happening since the last time we had our alone time.
And yes, we fuck on the regular because there’s absolutely no way we ever wouldn’t. But the thing about me and Ben is that our chemistry is a living thing. Like an organism that spreads between us, hungry and insistent.
It’s always been this way. I have absolutely no idea where it came from, or how it’s even possible… But if that first weekend we met is any indication, we were always destined to hump each other’s brains out.
It was written in the stars.
So even though our wife and I shared his dick like a milkshake with two straws last night, I’m still on edge and itching for more.
Thealone time, like we had at Pride.
My gaze goes across the room to my workbench, where I have a bunch of pictures hanging up.
One is of the three of us at Pride. Another shows the three of us in Thailand on our wedding night. And then there’s the one Jess took of Ben and me in the infinity pool a couple days after the wedding.
I can’t help the nostalgic sigh that leaves my lips as I think back to that magical time.
Thailand was fantastic. I mean, not only were we all blissfully basking in the fact that we were back together, for real that time. But also it was just the most gorgeous, relaxing tropical setting I’ve ever experienced.
Not that I’ve been to many places…Okay, maybe it’s the only place I’ve been. But still. It was unforgettable.
Any place that can drive you to get spur-of-the-moment married I think puts something in the water.
A few more hours go by, and suddenly it’s dark outside the garage and even with my space-heater on, I’m freezing. Glancing at the clock, I notice that it’s well after dinner time.
Shit…I hope Jess won’t be mad. Although I’m sure if she wanted us to eat together, she would have come to get me.
Wandering inside the house, I follow the smell of food into the kitchen. Ethan is sitting in his highchair with something that looks like mashed carrot on his face. He squeals when I come into the room, a word that’s almostDada, but not quite there yet.
He’s only masteredPapaso far, which is reserved for Ben, andMa, which is obviously Jess. Though sometimes he says it to me, which I’ll admit, I don’t love.
“Hey, Prince Ethan,” I grin at him, sidling over to kiss his head and try to clean him up, while Jess is obviously busy rinsing dishes and stuffing them into the dishwasher. “Why didn’t you come get me?”
She gives me a tired smile over her shoulder. “You were in the zone. I saved you a plate. It’s in the microwave.”
Wiping the last of the orange mush off my son’s face, I walk over to my wife and move her blonde hair to the side, giving her a few soft neck kisses. “Where’s Ben?”
“He had some work to finish up.” She turns off the water and dries her hands, spinning in my arms. “Here’s what I want.”
“Tell me.”
