6
Deeds
I did not expect the turn of events tonight, but I have to give my old lady some credit…best excitement I’ve had in a long time. Though the level of excitement is about to skyrocket. My dick is straining against my jeans but it has to wait.
Once we’re inside I lock the door behind us and point at the couch. “Sit.”
There’s nothing more satisfying than seeing the fierce woman I love struggle with an inner decision to either stand up to me or follow my demand. And I do have to say, I fucking love it when that smart mouth of hers comes out to play, and I can’t wait to feel it wrapped around my dick. But first she needs to hear what I have to say.
I raise my eyebrow and she mutters something underneath her breath that sounds like, “Don’t you dare get your dick in a knot over what I did.”
“What was that?” I snap.
Her ass is off the couch and in my face the next moment—yes, she did listen to me when I demanded for her ass to be on the couch.
“I did it for you. I know it was wrong and I might have handled it poorly, but you need to understand that you’re limiting yourself so freaking much. I see you. I know you. You’re a brilliant, strong man who’s done so much and you just stepped away and it seems as if you’re waiting for the world to change back or something. Well, let me tell you, that’s not going to happen. And your hand is fine. Maybe not perfect, but it’s just fine. It’s working on its own capacity and from what I’ve seen you do, I think there’s nothing you can’t handle and you needed to see and feel it yourself. And I don’t regret doing it.”
“Are. You. Done?” I hiss through my teeth, because I’m all pumped up and I know everything she said holds truth and I did actually realize in the heat of the moment I have been stepping away from everything I love. And I only have myself to blame. And it’s also on me to rectify that shit.
Her hands ball into fists at her side and she huffs. “Maybe.”
“Good.” The corner of my mouth twitches. “Because you were right.”
I swear her eyes almost pop out of her head and hit the floor at my admittance. I reach out to cup her nape and give it a little squeeze. “You might have done it for all the good reasons, and I fucking love you for it because I for sure as fuck needed it…but putting yourself at risk isn’t a fucking option. Never. Understand what I’m saying?”
There’s an adorable pout on those luscious lips and I can’t wait to kiss it the fuck off, but she needs to realize the risks she took today. Even though I saw she was holding a knife in her hand and would have used it, it doesn’t matter. She
put her own life on the line and the way I see it, she took an unnecessary risk.
I also know she’s strong willed and bullheaded and wouldn’t admit to anything if she thinks she was in her full right to do something. It’s for this fact satisfaction roars through my body when her shoulders sag and the words, “You are right too. I should have been more prepared, but—”
I don’t need to hear her reasons. I got my point across. I cut her off by slamming my mouth over hers. She groans and buries her fists into my shirt to drag me closer. My fingers tighten around the back of her neck and I tilt her head slightly by sliding my thumb underneath her jaw.
Our tongues collide and the kind of heated passion flowing between us is also something I’ve missed. Though we always connect in every way and have a strong bond between us. I guess every shift in life makes you brace and change slightly.
I might have shifted a bit off course but she knocked me back into the right direction. Having a strong woman—who loves you with her whole being—at your side makes all the damn difference. She’s there in silent support and also right there to drive her boot up my ass when I need it. Even if I didn’t realize I needed it in the first place.
I rip my mouth away and pierce her with my gaze as I tell her, “You’re still going to pay for putting your ass at risk.”
Her eyes dilate and I swear my dick gets even harder by the lust swirling in her gaze. I step back and turn to grab two scarfs off the coatrack and stalk back to her. She lets me wrap one around her wrist as I drag her to the coffee table. Her eyes go wide when I point at it and she knows flawlessly what my intentions are.
Her knees hit the hard surface as she goes down on all fours. Perfect. Fucking. Height. I tie her hands to the table legs and step back to watch my handiwork. Yeah. It’s safe to say I’m going to enjoy this for the next couple of hours.
7
Lynn
My heart is thumping and is filled with both excitement and love. The years I’ve been with this man have shown me the many sides of life; one needs to appreciate the fact you’re alive and live to the max.
He’s been with me every step of the way, shown me support, respect, love, and so much more. And now we’ve also seen our strength spark the lives of our children who are standing on their own two feet as grown adults.
I don’t think there’s anything we can’t handle together and tonight has shown the reality we still have what it takes to continue our love for the rest of our lives. By keeping it real and being able to confront and call each other out on the things we need the other one for or know the other one needs.
A yelp leaves my throat and I can’t help but moan right after. I can feel Deeds’ handprint burn my ass and I don’t have time to take my next breath when his hand comes down again.
He slides my dress up and a groan rumbles through the air from behind me. “Why the fuck would you wear garters? And dammit, even the damn knife strapped to your leg is sexy.”
He rubs the ass cheek he smacked and brings his palm down onto my skin again, allowing me to feel another bite of erotic pain. I hear his belt buckle and my breathing picks up because I know what’s coming as I hear the whisper of a zipper.