Page 62 of Due Process
“Who gives a fuck.” Curtis growled. “I need my wife.”
Oh. My. God.
I was suddenly desperate to be alone with my husband. I needed him too.So much.
“Boys!” I screeched, stepping out of Curtis’ intoxicating hold. “Your dad and I are going to bed now. It’s been a long day, and we’re tired.”
Daisy, who was nearby, whispering with my dad, let loose a snigger. “Mm, I hope you stretched, Stella. Otherwise, you really will be tired with all those extracurricular activities—”
My dad cut off her words by placing a hand over her mouth. Daisy winked, and I rolled my eyes.
“We’ve got the boys covered,” Dad said, before approaching and kissing me on the cheek.
Everyone else soon followed, the boys sharing cuddles with us, while the adults gave their final congratulations.
Soon enough, Curtis and I were finally alone in our beach house villa. I stood in front of the wide windows, staring out at the beautiful water, letting the crash of the waves lull me into a place of peace.
I felt Curtis approach from behind, his fingers tracing up and down my arms.
“You’re finally mine, Mrs Wright.”
“Yours. Forever,” I said, turning to face him.
My head tilted back, my gaze locked with his to let him see to the very depths of me.
The past two years had been a fresh breath of love and light. Curtis and I were closer than ever. Eli and Phoenix absolutely adored the new additions and were ecstatic to have another brother and father figure in their life.
Felix and I remained cordial and civil in our interactions. After our divorce, we had understandably distanced ourselves. He held no standing in my life anymore, besides being the father of my children. And I had to admit he had stepped up in that role.
My ex-husband worked hard on himself, and now had a great relationship with our sons, and I could never resent him for that. Sometimes, when I’d catch him at drop offs or call to discuss the boys, I could sense the latent longing, could hear the subtle yearning in his voice. Yet that never swayed me.
I respected him as a father, and nothing more. He was my past, and now I was finally regaining a happy and bright future.
Although hard at times, our blended family was thriving, and I was deliriously happy with how my life had turned out.
Staring at my husband, I placed my hands on the centre of his chest, searching for his heart. And he raised his hands to bracket my face, his thumbs tracing over my cheeks in reverence.
“I’ve known you nearly my entire life, Stells. And I’veneverseen you more beautiful than you were today.”
“Because I’m officially yours?”
“That’s right.”
“You know, you’re mine too,” I teased.
“Always have been, baby,” he said before he lowered his lips to capture mine.
Our kiss was unhurried, slow and provocative, as if our souls were connecting through the simple form of touch.
Curtis led me backwards to the bed before he leisurely stripped me out of the soft satin wedding dress.
As soon as I was bare in front of him, his eyes couldn’t seem to rest on one spot. I took advantage of his distraction, choosing to remove his clothes in turn.
My husband was tanned, firm and beautiful. I couldn’t help roaming my hands all over, staking claim on what now officially belonged to me.
However, when my fingers skimmed against his throbbing length, Curtis captured my hands in his before stealing my mouth in a scathing kiss.
“On the bed, baby. I need you open for me. Let me see that pretty pussy.”
