“Wyn…” my voice trails off when he shakes his head.
“I’m not finished. You may as well tattoo my name all over your body. I’m permanent. Our souls are intertwined. If you can’t get pregnant, we’ll go another route. I’ll go with you if you want to get checked out. Just like the rest of our relationship, you can’t plan it. Let it go where it may. Get answers then work on solutions.” My hips buck when he squeezes one of my nipples hard. The intense contrast between pain and pleasure has me more alert than coffee. “But right now, I need you to fuck me like my dick is the only thing on your mind.”
He rolls us over so I’m on top. Automatically, I began riding him the way he taught me. His beautiful eyes close as his head rolls back in a silent compliment to my skill. His hands fly to my hips, grabbing me until his nails sink to my flesh. I hiss from the divergence of sensations again. My walls clench and pull my confession out.
“I love you, Wyn,” I whimper.
He sits up, getting in my face as his hands continue to guide my hips. Wyn delivers a kiss meant to tease before he smiles.
“I know, and you’ll show me that love later on your knees with your mouth stretched over my dick.”
The visual gets me wetter and makes my pussy quiver. I love how he’s so nice in the streets yet filthy with me.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Caerwyn
I fucked my stressed out wife to sleep and passed out just after. While our sex was amazing and I’m relieved to find she loves me as much as I love her, I still have a partial frown on my face the next day as I sit in my home office paying bills. We need to discuss her views to see if she’d come to the conclusion that I only wanted her for babies on her own or if I did anything to make her feel that way. Babies are part of the reason we got married but I don’t like how she seemed to be carrying an unnecessary burden on her own. As a lawyer, I should know better. My terms should have been explicit.
Where in the hell did she think she was going?
I grab my golden letter opener and rip open a bill Berke gave me. Imala appears before I can read it. She eyes me cautiously and murmurs a greeting. She’s wearing black tights and one of my dress shirts. The image makes me want to fuck her where she stands but we have important business to discuss.
“Good morning. Come have a seat.” I wave my hand in the direction of my guest chair.
“Why do I feel like I’m being called into the principal’s office?”
“You kind of are, wife. We can look into corporal punishment if you’re feeling frisky.”
Her aroused flush is motivating but I need to stay on subject. She runs her fingers through her hair then secures it in a bun at the back of her head. Her chocolate eyes roam over my face as she studies me.
“Did I tell you how sexy you look with reading glasses?” She flirts with me to deflect.
I rake my lower lip with my teeth. She’s wearing her glasses as well and I’ve always thought she was sexy with them. I’m not getting off subject and telling her that right now though.
“Thank you. We can discuss how sexy you find me later. Why in the hell did you think I wouldn’t care about you beyond being an incubator? I know I told you I want to be a dad, but did I do anything to make you feel like you’re only good for childbearing?”
She shakes her head. Imala keeps her eyes on me but her hands fidget with the buttons on my shirt.
“No. You’re great which is why I want to give you the family you want. You’re fine with it now but I didn’t want you stuck with someone who cannot get you the family you crave.”
I sit back in my chair. Her consideration is touching but with bullshit mixed in the layers.
“First, I’m not stuck with you. I’ll never feel stuck with you. Second, look around. This is the longest Berke has been around without me wanting to crack his skull. You did that. You’re twenty-six and trying to finish law school. I would not put that kind of pressure on you and I sure as hell don’t want you assigning that burden to yourself. We’re newlyweds who are still learning about each other. Your only focus right now is finishing school and how hard I can make you cum, got it?”
Imala sits up straight like a cadet. Relief and amusement are present in her eyes. “Yes, sir,” she quips.
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nbsp; I shake my head. “Only say sir when you’re on your knees.” I refrain from chuckling when she blushes. “Besides, it’s like you gave me a child. That big bastard just handed me a stack of bills to pay.”
Imala giggles quietly with her hand covering her mouth. She’s so damn cute.
“I think he’s behaved enough for me to release half to him. I’ll set it up tomorrow so he can pay his own bills next month.”
I rub my chin considering what she’s saying. “I know Sienna can’t talk to you about specifics, but does she feel he’s making progress?”
Imala shrugs. “I’ve been preoccupied. I just trusted Berke to be an adult.”