Page 7 of Dare to Live
He shuddered a breath. “I’ve missed you so fucking much.” His tone was a mixture of love and sadness.
Our marriage was as solid as a slab of granite. Nothing could come between Kade and me. But in that moment, a knot of guilt settled in my stomach. It was my fault that he was sad. It was my fault I was never home. It was my fault that I wanted baseball as much as I wanted him.
Groaning, he rolled his hips as I stroked him hard. Any guilt I had waned for the moment. In its place, the need to see him come apart was all I cared about. I crawled down and captured his large dick in my mouth.
He moaned loudly as his fingers dove into my hair.
I swirled my tongue around the tip, teasing and licking before taking him deep.
When I did, he bucked off the bed, grasping on to my hair. “I love it when you suck me off.” His voice cracked on another loud moan.
Just hearing him made me want to orgasm right then and there. But at the moment, pleasing him was my number-one priority.
I sucked, licked, stroked, and took him as deep as my gag reflex would allow.
He spewed loud grunts, growls, and groans, heightening my senses and making my pussy throb to the point that I didn’t need anything to get me off except seeing him come apart.
His leg muscles began to tense, and his hands tightened in my hair. “Suck harder.” His breathing ramped up.
With all the energy I had, I gripped his balls and sucked him until he was groaning his release. He barely let me swallow before I was on my back. His tongue stroked my clit once then twice, and when he shoved two fingers inside me, I screamed his name, my body shuddering through my release.
He lingered, kissing my inner thighs, smiling as I tried to regulate my breathing. I rode out the longest and best orgasm in quite some time.
He crawled up my body then pecked me on the lips. “Good morning.”
“Can we eat now?”
He chuckled. “Maybe.”
I playfully swatted at him. “I need fuel to go another round.”
He climbed off the bed then extended his hand. “Let’s take a shower. Then we’ll eat. Then round three.”
Giggling, I stood up on shaky legs. After my time off, I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to walk out of the house, let alone play baseball.
Chapter 3
Kade
Lacey ambled into the kitchen with her hair piled up on her head, her green eyes beaming, and looking as relaxed as ever.
I grinned as my dick jerked in my jeans.
She lifted up on her toes and kissed me on the cheek. “Something smells wonderful.”
Setting the tongs down on the counter, I gripped her chin before my lips brushed hers. “Yeah, baby. You.” Her shampoo smelled like oranges and cream.
She stole a piece of bacon from the plate near the stove, her stomach growling.
“Sit your beautiful body down and let me wait on you.”
Her hand clutched my groin. “Aren’t we christening the kitchen?” She tugged her bottom lip between her teeth.
My eyes were ready to roll back into my head if she kept squeezing Mr. Steel. “Eat first.” My voice was strained as my gaze lowered to her nipples, which were poking out of her Dodgers T-shirt. “You need fuel if I’m going to chase you around the house.”
The thought of playing hide-and-seek caused my pulse to ramp up several notches. It was a game we both loved to play.
She chewed on the bacon, still holding my dick. “Hide-and-seek?” Her eyes went wide.
