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His fingers gripped my ass and his voice growled, “Kiss me, wife.”
He looked very hot. Hotter than ever. It was a wonder the bed didn’t spontaneously combust, he was that hot.
My feet moved even before my mind made the decision to go and this was no surprise. A man looked like that, he was looking at you like Frey was right then looking at me and he told you to come there, you went there.
My lids lowered and I licked my lips. “My wife likes my hands on her arse,” Frey muttered, his fingertips stroking. I did. You bet I did. I liked it a lot.
I held my breath in reaction to the beauty I saw as hunger consumed his face.
“You’re killing me, baby.” “No, I’m not, wee one,” he whispered back. “Just feel me.” “I feel you,”
“You’re beautiful, Finnie, but by the gods you have never been more beautiful than you are right now, spread before me, wrapped in my wool and filled with me,”
And I would live in the now with Frey. And I’d enjoy every second of it while I had it.
“It was beyond anything I could have wished it to be. You are, my wee Finnie, beyond my wildest dreams.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked softly. His hand stilled at my back for a second then started stroking again when he answered, “Partly, it was because there was much you were taking in and I was concerned about you. But I will admit, my wee one, mostly it was because I enjoyed your response to my world, your blunders, your cover ups. They amused me.”
And before they left me, they taught me not just to exist, not just to breathe in and breathe out, but to live. And I like knowing they’re smiling, wherever they are, knowing that I listened and learned and I’m living my life like they taught me how. Making every single breath I take count.”
Then I climbed in bed with my husband, ate dinner and shared my world with him.
I didn’t “burst forth from the Palace” because I wanted news of the hunt. I burst forth from the Palace because my hot guy husband rode up to the Palace on his beautiful steed looking . . . well, hot. And he’d been gone since the wee hours of the morning. And therefore I “burst forth from the Palace” because I was excited to see him.
“And never have I received anything so exquisite,” he went on. “Save the wedding kiss you bestowed on me.”
Vaguely, I noticed his eyes come to me and he did what he often did when he first saw me. His body arrested and his eyes locked on me. But I was too busy taking him in to note his reaction. Holy moly.
“I’m sorry it bothers you so I suggest you don’t think of me wearing this color and instead,” I leaned into him, smiled and whispered, “think of taking it off later.”
“Where on earth did you come from, baby?”
I belatedly noticed that my gentle, thoughtful, kind husband was staring down at me with that fiery look in his eyes. The same look he had after I gave him his spun glass dragon. And looking at it, his fire melted my heart, a heart that was already far from frozen.
“I do not know, my wee Finnie, where I came from. But I’m beginning to know why I’m here.”
“She waits for me at windows and buys me dragons. There are reasons we walk this earth. I’m coming to realize mine.”
I was too moved and I felt strangely like I was standing in quicksand, sinking fast. The problem was, I had no will whatsoever to find a vine and pull myself out.
I knew I had two choices. Struggle against the quicksand only to have it slurp me up to bury me straight to the throat. Or move the fuck on and have some fun, fun which would undoubtedly suck me deeper anyway, but again, I wasn’t all fired up to save myself from going down. I picked door number two.
Then he bent and kissed my nose yet again before he let me go and led me to the dance floor. He did this holding my hand. I let him do it and I did it smiling.
“Will I ever tire of the taste of you?”
“Maybe I should quit wearing breeches,” I suggested but Frey grinned wickedly and dipped his face to mine. “You do, my love, then I won’t get to watch you prance around on deck with your lovely arse on display. And, fortunately, when I’m abed at night, I have a wife who gladly wraps a number of things around my cock that are far, far better than my fist.”
I was fully exposed and instead of taking everything, he handed me the world. He handed me the world. And I was going to take it.
“I know things about you now, things you like, sounds you make, expressions on your face that I may not have understood or would have missed before. I would assume you now hold the same knowledge about me.”
“It will never be the same between us because we hold that knowledge. We’re more in tune. We better understand not only what brings pleasure to each other but also to ourselves.
“I told him you have the spirit of the sea, the spirit of a Raider,” he answered. “I told him you’re a Voyager like him and like me. The Voyager doesn’t settle, his feet itch to move, be it on ship, on land, in stirrups. The Voyager acts fast and thinks faster. He has courage. He doesn’t wait to face the risks that come his way, instead, he rushes to greet them.”
What man remembered pink dresses and pink ribbons? What man? No man. None of them. None at all. Except ones who witnessed these things while falling in love.
“I’ll never stop loving you, my winter bride. Not ever. You, everything about you, is beyond my wildest dreams.”
“I would ask why you find that so intensely surprising, my love, considering the fact he thinks the sun shines through you and you hang the moon.
“Well, Frey, if you put it like that it sounds positively dire,” Franka murmured through a small smile. “I apologize. I didn’t mean it to sound dire. I meant it to sound disbelieving and snide,”
“Earlier, you said you’d replace him and, you see, I loved a man and I lost him and I know in my soul where it burns so strong it’s a miracle I’m breathing that he will never be replaced.”
“I’m sure I’ll find something I can do.” I felt Frey’s eyes on me, kept mine aimed at the hall then I heard Frey sigh. “Indeed, you will and this terrifies me,” he muttered back and that was when I allowed myself to giggle. So I did and I did it loud.
So I knew you, Finnie, and I bound you to me knowing I wanted to know you more and knowing I would like having a lifetime of that discovery.”
I looked to him, grinned big then shoved a giganto spoonful of peanut butter and fluff into my mouth. My eyes closed slowly in abandoned rapture as I sucked the spoon clean. “Gods,” Frey muttered and I suddenly found myself without spoon or jar and on my back in our bed with my husband on me. “Frey, I wasn’t done,” I told him as his fingers pulled my nightgown up. “You’re done,” he told me as my hands slid around his back. “No, seriously, I wasn’t—” His lips came to mine, his hard hips pressed into my soft ones and he growled, “You can have more later.”
