Page 4 of Unbreakable
I smirked. “If you bring the mask.”
He nodded. “Want me to be mean?”
My stomach swooped. “Please.”
“Anything for you, J,” he said with a wink. “Okay, kiddos, let’s clean up our wrappers and go get on the bedtime train.”
“Choo choo,” I added as the kids protested, not wanting to go to bed.
TWO
DYLAN
NOW | OCTOBER
Jeannie
(Family pic from before trick or treat)
(heart hands emoji)
Jeannie closedBella’s bedroom door and tiptoed away. I was hiding as best I could in the shadows, then pulled my mask down and crept up behind her. I snaked my arms around Jeanine from behind, tugging her into my body. I swept her hair over one shoulder and put my face, or rather my mask, at her neck. My voice was muffled by the mask.
“The black bra and thong with the cat ears. You pick the heels, because you’re going to be running. You have three minutes.”
Jeannie gasped and melted into me, her eyes rolling back. “Dyl,” she moaned, pressing her ass into my front.
“I’m not Dyl tonight, baby. I’m your worst nightmare.”
“We haven’t done this in a long time,” she said, and a pang shot through me. We’d been pretty routine for a while. We had sex often, but it was standard issue. Good sex. Fine. Inoffensive.We got off and cleaned up. If it was before my pre-game nap and she could, she’d snuggle with me until I fell asleep. Same if it was bedtime.
Rinse and repeat, twice a week, or whenever it worked with my hockey schedule.
I loved Jeanine so fucking much. I was lucky we were still into each other after the beginning of our relationship was so rocky. Many couples don’t get that privilege. And we’re both physical people, getting our validation from checking in with sex. When you’re parents of small kids and a hockey family, it adds up to not a lot of time for each other. We took what we could get.
But I knew Jeanine wanted more. She got hot when we played little games like this. “I’m starting my count now. You won’t want to waste any time.”
I let her go, folding my hands in front of me. She glanced over her shoulder as she entered our bedroom, biting her lip with a smile.
I needed to try more like this for her. She loved it. She deserved to feel cared for. I own that I wasn’t very good at showing it.
We were deep in the worn-down stage of parenthood, and the move to Ohio hadn’t done the romance any favors. It was harder on her than on me, but I was determined to convince her to love our new life. If that took me chasing her through our house in a mask, I’d do it.
And not like I wasn’t going to enjoy it. I was getting hard already thinking of her running from me, our modified version of primal play that we pulled off every now and then. And since it was Halloween, why not add in a mask? I stripped off my shirt, put on a pair of black leather gloves, and slid my mask back on.
She appeared in our doorway, leaning against the frame with one arm up.
“Did I do it right, sir?”
Jeanine could wear a cardboard box and I’d think she was hot. Her body was different than before we had kids, but the changes made her more beautiful. She was a woman, proper. She had a dancer’s body before, and while that’s hot, I loved this Jeanine. This Jeanine was mine. Her hips got fleshier and her tits got even bigger, three rounds of breastfeeding doing its work on her. I know it’s caveman and well, primal, but something about her body changing because she carried our babies did something so basic to me.
Slowly, I strode toward her, flexing my hands against my sides to make the leather squeak. I stopped in front of her, making a show of looking her over. I slid my hands into the notches of her waist, a part of her that had always seemed made just for me. My hands were a magnet to that spot, always.
“You did good, little kitty,” I said, skating the chin of the mask along her jaw to her sigh. “You know what happens now.”
Jeanine’s shallow breaths hissed against my neck as I surveyed her. “I don’t remember,” she said, her voice trembling slightly and her chest heaving.
“Don’t let me catch you,” I warned. “You get ten seconds’ head start.”
