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Quickly, I tear into the paper and lift the lid. Inside, I find a jersey. It’s blue and orange, our school’s colors, with Aldridge Hockey on the front along with an angry-looking wolf. A giddy sensation hits me
Mrs. Hendricks has been added to the top.
In case anyone ever doubts you’re mine. -Daire
She doesn’t have the first clue what her forgiveness means or what a privilege she’s affording me by trusting me with her body.
He’s still shirtless, and the sight of his abs is enough to send my libido into overdrive. It’s been way too long since I’ve had sex, and the craving is even worse after Daire proved how good an orgasm that isn’t of my own making can feel. “Can you put a shirt on?” I practically beg him. He grins, eyes crinkling at the corners. “Like what you see, baby?”
“I’m still thinking about last night. Your pretty little pussy was right there, and I didn’t even get a taste.”
“Have you thought about it too? Do you want my head between these thighs?” I move my hands down her body and give said thighs a squeeze. “Do you want to come on my tongue?”
“I fucking love knowing I’ve made you come when no other man could get the job done. It just proves it, baby.” “P-Proves what?” she stutters, peering at me through her lashes. “That you’re mine. You were always meant to be mine.”
As she turns and walks away, it hits me. I couldn’t have done any of this without her. And I don’t want to do any of this without her. I’m so fucked.
“I want to touch you,” he confesses, his warm hand landing on my hip. “But the things I want to do to you … they’ll have to wait. Though…” He brushes over the band of my pajama shorts. “There are other things I could do to you. But only if you can be quiet. Do you want that?”
“Fuck, Rosie.” He presses another kiss to my neck. “You’re so wet already. Were you laying here thinking about me while I was in the shower?” I give a jerky nod in answer and suppress a moan. “Mm,” he hums. “Were you thinking about me naked?” Another nod, my heart racing. “Was I stroking myself?” Heat pools in my core as I nod again. “Words, Rosie. You’re going to have to start talking to me.” “Y-Yes,” I stutter, tipping my head back to give him better access to my neck.
I’ve had plenty of guys go down on me before, but to no avail. None of them devoured me the way Daire is. It always seemed more like an exchange, not like they were getting any enjoyment out of it. But Daire clearly loves it. He doesn’t hold back. Not with his mouth, tongue, or fingers.
“Our new mascot is pretty cute, don’t you think?” Cree holds Sammy out to me.
Me: I’m not falling into that trap. You probably already know what you really want. Rosie: Five Guys? Me: I’m not opposed to sharing, but Five Guys seems like a lot. Rosie: DAIRE Rosie: No food for you.
Though I have recently developed a kink for making my wife come. Watching her face flush and the way her body shakes all over. I’m going to lose my shit when I finally get to sink my cock inside her and watch her come on my dick.
But we let a miscommunication tear us apart once, and it took years to find our way back to one another. There’s no way I’ll let that happen again, so that means I have to be honest about my feelings. And soon.
“So you didn’t miss me at all? Not even a little bit?” She spares me a glance, lips twitching with a desire to smile. “Maybe a smidge. Like the size of my pinky nail. If that.” “Well, baby,” I lower my voice as I lean into her, brushing my lips over her cheek, “I missed you a whole lot.”
“Do you always barge into people’s rooms without knocking?” He lowers the page and arches a brow at me. “When I’m lonely and want to snuggle my wife, yes.”
He puts his hand over my mouth. “Fuck what I said before. You and me?” His Adam’s apple bobs, eyes skating over my face with an intensity that sends a shiver down my spine. “We’re the real deal. We always were.”
“You know I’m right,” he murmurs between kisses. “I’m sorry it took me so long to see. If you want me to stop, I will, but fuck, Rosie, I don’t want to. I want you so bad.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” The assurance is genuine, pleading. “Not again. Do you feel this?” He grabs my hand and presses it against his rapidly beating heart. “It’s yours. No one else’s.” He cups my cheek, inhaling the breath I exhale. “I love you.”
Daire Hendricks loves me. My husband loves me. Love. Love. Love. Those words echo like a pinball through my skull. My heart bursts at the notion, my lungs burning with the need to respond.
“You love me?” “That’s what I said, Rosie girl.” “Have you ever told another girl you love her?”
“By the way,” I whisper, biting my lip, “I love you too.”
“For the love of God, Rosie, if you keep looking at my dick like it’s an ice cream sundae on the hottest day of July, I’m going to explode.” I huff a laugh, my breath fanning across the head of his cock.
Daire brushes his fingers along my neck, gathering my hair away from my face. When he murmurs “pretty girl,” I think I might come on the spot.
“Why are you holding back?” His eyes widen with surprise, like he didn’t expect me to pick up on it. “I’m not.” I grin. “Liar. Fuck my mouth like you want to.” He closes his eyes, breathing out slowly. “Are you sure?”
“Beautiful. So beautiful,” he croons, lazily tracing my body with both hands.
Hand on my throat, he holds me flush against his body.
He reaches over to the drawer where I stuffed my drawing earlier and rummages around blindly. “I figured you’d have one of these,” he says, straightening and holding my vibrator up triumphantly.
I nearly fly off the bed like he’s exorcising demons from my body. The sensation is … too much. Too good. Too intense. “Oh, yeah.” He smiles, pleased with himself, and thrusts deeper. “You’ll come again.”
I always liked Chandler, but I’m afraid that even if Rosie forgives him for his bullish behavior, I never will. Anyone who hurts Rosie hurts me tenfold. Her pain is my pain, and it’s one of the worst things I’ve ever experienced.
It’s safe to say that Sammy has already chosen Rosie as his favorite person.
I’m pretty sure that if I recorded his moans and played them back, I could orgasm without ever touching myself.
It’s wild that our time at college is coming to a close. I came to Aldridge absolutely despising Rosie, yet here I am, married to her and happier than I’ve ever been.
Finally, the doors open, and we get on. As we ride, Sammy giggles at his reflection in the shiny silver doors. “Hi.” He waves. Daire grins, looking more relaxed than I’ve seen him all day. “He’s so smart.”
Beautiful doesn’t even begin to cover the way Rosie looks as she glides toward me down the aisle.
Chuckling, I set Sammy down. He’s walking now and toddles right over to her. “Mama, pretty! Up!” He waves his arms dramatically. “Up, up, up.”
Bertie and Luke’s book coming 2025.
