“You’re going to need it, Ben,” she whispers. “I’m going to ride you so fucking hard, you’re not gonna be able to walk tomorrow. And not just your cock, babe. I’m riding this sweet fuck-me mouth too.”

Jesus FUCK.

Groaning, I palm my dick, feeling like I could come right now just from the filth spilling past those perfect fucking lips.

“But only if you sleep.”

Kissing me one last time, she slips off the bed and scurries to the door.

What?

“Damn it, Mia,” I growl, falling back onto the bed, turning my head and watching her lean against the door frame and blow me a kiss. My body goes lax, sinking into the mattress. Fuck, it feels good to lay down. “I don’t need sleep,” I tell her, yawning at the end of my protest, rubbing at my face again and rolling over. “Not tired, Angel.”

I am so fucking tired.

My eyes close. I reach blindly for the pillow Mia used last night and press it against my nose.

Berries and cream. Fucking heaven right here.

“I love you.”

Mia’s soft voice and the latch of the door closing is the last thing I hear before sleep easily pulls me under.

I RUB A TOWEL OVER my head and down my arms, absorbing the water from my skin as I stand in the bathroom.

I’ve slept for close to ten hours. I feel reenergized and ready to fuck my wife into next week.

God, she has no idea what she’s in for, baiting me like that. Telling me she was going to ride my cock and my face before slipping out of reach. She’ll be lucky if I let her control any of this. Maybe after I’ve taken her bent over the bed and pounded her into the mattress I’ll let her grind that sweet, wet pussy against my face while she laps at my cock.

Maybe.

I just want to take and take and take tonight, fuck Mia until my body burns with exhaustion. Until there’s no space between us, no separation.

Nothing. Just us.

The boys are still awake. I can hear them tramping down the hallway as I pull on a pair of loose shorts and a T-shirt. I open the bedroom door and step out, scooping up both of my sons and hauling them over my shoulder, growling at them while they squeal and squirm in my arms.

“Daddy!”

“DaDaDa!”

Mia moves toward us, shaking her head through a smile, those tight jeans on her hips looking like a damn second skin. Her shirt dipping low in the front.

Christ.

She motions at Chase’s bedroom door. “Bed time. Come on, Daddy.”

I give her a look. “Daddy? You calling me that tonight?”

She smiles, her cheeks tinting with color. She wets her lips. “Maybe.”

Moving with purpose, ready to get these boys down and get on my woman, I follow Mia into Chase’s bedroom and let Nolan slide down to the floor so he can go play with his train set we keep in here.

He runs to it, banging the pieces together on the tracks, immediately making the noise his brother needs to fall asleep.

I shift Chase in my arms and kiss his head. I look up at Mia. “You want me to put him down?”

Chase reaches for her. “MaMaMa.”

Stepping closer, Mia rubs his back. “Sorry,” she whispers, looking up at me with soft eyes. “I think he’s gotten a little attached to me since you’ve been gone. I’ll do it tonight.” She takes him from my arms and carries him to the crib, sitting down in the chair beside it and rocking him against her chest.

I move to the wall and lean against it, arms crossed, just watching her as Nolan continues to play, making all kinds of noise no one should be able to fall asleep hearing, but Chase is like that. The louder the better for him.

He had colic when he was younger and wouldn’t sleep for anything. He was so miserable. We tried the normal stuff, but even Nolan banging around in here wouldn’t put him down. On the brink of losing my mind, I grabbed the vacuum and ran it next to his crib for thirty seconds.

Put him right out.

After a few minutes, Mia stands and moves to the crib. Chase is out cold, already snoring a little.

“Nolan, come on. Bed time.”

Nolan leaves his trains and dashes out of the room. I follow behind. As I’m entering his bedroom, he grabs his stuffed dragon off the windowsill and carries him to the bed.

“What’s he doing over there?” I ask, tucking Nolan in and sitting on the edge beside him.

He usually carries that thing around with him everywhere.

Nolan squeezes the dragon to his chest. “Keeping watch for bad guys. You weren’t home last night.” He shrugs a little, turning on his side and facing me, his big gray eyes blinking heavily. “Mommy says I’m the man of the house when you aren’t here. My dragon was helping me protect us.”

Grinning, feeling so much pride for my son and loving how honest he has always been about everything, sparing nobody’s feelings in the process, I bend down and kiss his head. “Love you, Buddy,” I whisper, watching him slip the ear of the dragon into his mouth, his eyes falling closed and his deep, even breathing settling him.

I step out into the hallway and pull the door shut.

Looking up, I spot Mia standing by our bedroom door, her top unbuttoned, hanging open and revealing most of her bare tits, stripped of her jeans already and standing in nothing else except the tiniest pair of white panties, looking like no more than a few pieces of dental floss strung together.

“Baby.”

My voice sounds hoarse, need filling every fiber of my body as I move toward her, my eyes raking over her tiny frame, from her toes to those big eyes holding onto me, up and down again until I can’t fucking see her ‘cause she’s pressing against me, crawling up my body, her legs wrapping around my waist and her fingers gripping my hair.




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