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“Yes. And I need to talk to Hunter. I didn’t even get to do that yet.” What if he’s mad that I didn’t talk to him?
Josh drags his bottom lip over my knuckles before kissing me there, soft and oh-so sweet. “He’s fine, babe. I promise. Our son wants us together. He knows how the brothers are on their wedding nights. You can talk to him tomorrow.”
There he goes, claiming him again. It shouldn’t please me as much as it does. “Our son?”
“Yes. He’s finally officially mine. I plan on askin’ Gunz to do his thing so I can adopt Hunter, for real.”
Wow.
“You really want that?”
“Jade, you’re my wife. Hunter is my son. You’re a package deal that I’ve wanted since I was a teenager.”
“I still can’t believe this is real.”
“Well, babe, it is. We’re official.”
Yes. Yes, we are.
“So… Um…what about the lockdown?”
WHITE BOY
Knowing Jade needs to change the subject so she can process all that’s gone down, I kiss the tip of her nose before I reply. “Big says we need to sit tight for a few weeks. He doesn’t see any serious threat beyond those bitches yesterday. We’ll rebuild the shop.”
“So we’re here for a few weeks?”
“Yes. Which means no honeymoon ‘til after. But we get to make up for lost time, with my dick and your pussy. I think they’ve been neglected for far too long.”
“We’re fucking for the next two weeks?” Her cheeks flush to the prettiest shade of pink.
“Or until you gotta glue my dick back on… and maybe even after.” Pushing my old lady onto her back, I roll on top of her and find home right between her legs.
“Josh!” She gasps in mock outrage, with those big, beautiful green eyes staring into mine as she grips my shoulders.
On a chuckle, I rub my hard-on through her slick folds. “Oh. Come on, wife, it’s been ten minutes. It’s time to make you come again. Then you can watch me get branded.”
Rolling her eyes, Jade hooks her leg over my hip. “Oh. If you must.” Her lips twitch, but she holds back her smile, which is fine by me. I don’t need her smiling. I need her moaning as she takes my cock.
And would you hear that…
That’s precisely what she does when I slide into her delicious heat, drop my mouth to hers, and whisper, “It’s time to come for your husband.”
23
JADE
Sitting nextto my son on a swing that digs into my hips, I push off the ground and stick my legs out to drift in the breeze, just as I did as a child. The early afternoon sun warms my cheeks as I lean my head back and close my eyes, wishing life were far less complicated.
We need to talk, but I don’t know what to say. I need to apologize. Hell, I need to do a lot of things. This past year hasn’t been easy on him or anyone else. Now that we’re living on the compound and I’m married, Hunter’s life has taken an even wilder turn. Our life was never like this before.
“Soooo, I’m married now,” I sing awkwardly, staring at the fluffy clouds to avoid looking at my kid.
“Finally,” he grunts, sitting still on his swing.
I sputter.
Finally?
