Page 56 of Sin Bins and Second Chances
I dropmy bag by the door and kick off my boots. It was a tough game. We lost two to one and the team meeting in the locker room after went longer than I’d liked. I texted Daisy to get a ride home with family and now I’m just glad to be home and ready to set my eyes on her again.
After locking the front door and picking up my boots to set on the shoe rack, I take the stairs two at a time. I push open our bedroom door to see her sleeping in our bed.
“Baby, I’m home,” I whisper as I quietly walk towards the bed
I strip down into my boxers and crawl into bed next to her. She smiles and opens her eyes.
“Hi,” her voice is soft. She scoots closer to me and I wrap my arms around her. “Everything okay?”
“Better now that I’m home.”
She pulls back to look into my eyes, looking more awake and alert. “What can I do to help?”
“Let me hold you.” I sigh.
Daisy laughs. “What else?” Her fingers trace patterns across my chest.
“Let me take care of you.”
Her fingers move farther down my body. “Anything else?”
“Daisy,” I warn. It’s too soon. As much as I want to do what she’s implying, the accident was barely a month ago.
“I want you.” Her eyes flicker up to mine.
I groan. “What about your head?”
“If I can attend a hockey game, I can have sex with my husband.” She pushes off of my chest and sits up in bed.
Fuck, I love when she refers to me as herhusband. Daisy moves to straddle me and grinds herself against my hardening cock.
“Or do I need to pleasure myself?”
“No,” I growl out and roll us so she’s below me. A smile covers her face. “How is your head?”
“More than fine. I promise.” Her eyes flicker from my eyes, to my lips, then back up to my eyes. “Make love to me. Please,” she begs.
I chase her lips and rock against her. It’s too hard to tell her no. Even before she was my wife, I would’ve done anything for her. Daisy has always had me wrapped around her finger.
Two weeks ago, we went up to the court house with the rest of the Miles family and my uncle, and got married. It was the middle of the week but I knew how important it was for her to have her mom and Delilah be there too. She assured me she didn’t care it was small and I was in a hurry to put a ring on her finger.
Now, all that’s left is to put a baby in her, and fuck if I’m not going to try now.
“Ethan,” she pleads against my lips before I deepen our kiss.
My hands trace down her curves and back up again, repeatedly. I’ll never get enough of her. Asmuch as I want to take my time with her, I’m just as eager as she is.
We move quickly, pulling at each other’s clothes until I’m hovering back over her. I wrap my hand around my cock and coat the tip as I rub against her, teasingly. My eyes zone in on hers as I slowly press in.
I mumble incoherently at the feel of her gripping me. So fucking tight. I can already tell I’m not going to last long. My eyes stay on hers as I pull out slowly and push in a little faster. I move my hand between us to gently rub at her clit, applying just enough pressure until she’s arching beneath me.
My lips cover hers as she cries out and I continue thrusting into her, chasing my own release. I don’t pull out when I’m done, I stay inside of her and smirk.
“You trying to get me pregnant, Mr. Miller?” She asks in a daze.
“I sure am, Mrs. Miller.” I press a soft kiss to her lips and roll us over so she’s laying on top of me.
But I don’t fucking pull out.
