Page 105 of Blindsided
Mac groans. “God, I love my wife.”
He mirrors my position, sitting across from me and looking highly uncomfortable in the crisscross pose, but bless him for trying.
“Okay, I’ll start.” I narrow my eyes at him. “Never have I ever kissed a redhead.”
Mac smirks and leans over to press his lush lips against mine.God, I’ll never get sick of that.
He pulls back and eyes me seriously. “Never have I ever given a blowjob on a long road trip and swallowed like a prized pony.”
“Crikey!” I exclaim, pulling away from him. “I thought this was going to be a fun, sweet game between husband and wife. You skipped a couple of steps there.”
Mac shakes with shameless laughter while bopping me on the nose. “I don’t make the rules, my wee treasure. Now kiss me, you saucy minx.”
I bite my lip shamelessly as I think back to our road trip to Cornwall shortly after we got engaged. Mac was so nervous that he’d never asked my parents for permission, he was certain my father would give him the third degree. I could only think of one way to calm him down.
I pucker up and give him a big kiss. “Never have I ever climaxed in less than two minutes.”
“That was one time, Freya!” Mac yells, his Scottish accent thickening up with his anger. “And it was the first time we’d shagged since having Fergie. Going six weeks without sex is ages! You can’t hold that against me for the rest of our lives.”
I giggle openly. “I can, and I will.”
He glowers at me and adds, “You need a kiss for that one too then because I know damn well I’ve made you come in under two minutes before.”
“No complaints here,” I reply and point to my lips, and he kindly obliges me with two kisses.
“Okay. Never have I ever had a threesome.”
Neither of us goes for a kiss. I’m very okay with that.
Mac’s next. “Never have I ever masturbated in public.” I go to open my mouth, but Mac cuts me off. “And yes, that thing you did in my car outside Tower Park counts as public.”
I jut out my chin and shake my head, murmuring, “You dared me to do it, and you were watching me the whole time!” I smack a kiss on Mac’s lips.
His body shakes with quiet laughter as he points at his temple. “No regrets. It’s on constant replay in my highlight reel.”
The smile on my face feels permanent at this point when I change course a bit. “Never have I ever wept like a baby during childbirth.”
Mac points at his lips. “Lay one on me, Red. I have no shame over my emotions as I watched you bring life into this world.”
I grab his face and kiss him proudly, my eyes tearing as I think back to Mac’s awed face as he held our son in his hands for the first time. Becoming a mother was an incredible experience, but watching Mac lose it over his son was beyond anything. The photo of him holding Fergie when he was born and the one of him holding Jasper as a kitten are on constant replay in my highlight reel.
Mac eyes me seriously. “Never have I ever wanted another babe.”
“Kiss me,” I whisper, offering up my lips.
“Finally, something we don’t have to argue about,” Mac murmurs sexily as he presses his lips to mine and lingers for a while. His hand reaches up and combs through my hair as he deepens the kiss, his tongue slipping in and teasing mine.
Before I know it, I’m on my back, arching into him as he presses himself against me, both of our bodies rolling into each other like a couple of teenagers who can’t stop dry humping.
When our lips part, I’m breathless, and happy, and head over heels in love when I say, “Never have I ever fallen in love with my best friend and got everything I ever wanted out of life.”
Kiss.
Kiss.
Kiss.
Kiss.
Kiss.
The End
