I grip her arm, yanking her to her feet. My hands slip under her rump, and I nudge my nose to the sweet column of her neck. I nip and lick the tender area. Voice gone and thick like gravel, I rasp, “My turn.”
Chevelle’s soft curves shift as she squeals.
Face planted in her sex, I descend to my knees, laying my treasure at the edge of our bed. My tongue flicks expertly, searching and finding her sweet spot in less than a second. I squeeze the fat, silky flesh of herarseand bring my wife to a quick orgasm. Her sugary liquid gushes into my mouth. My wife loses control, writhing around. Her hands fly to my head, holding me hostage. With my mouth planted against Chevelle’s cunt, nose against her clit, I focus on her throbbing walls.
My mouth curves at one edge. I lean back on my haunches. A glow spans across Chevelle’s brown skin. She tosses her hands over her head, eyes closed, moaning in approval.
“Give me a minute, hen,” I growl, beating my hardening cock. My tongue wars against her pussy as I tell my dick to man thefeckup.Bless her the way she just blessedye.
My recharged cock springs to life. I lay Chevelle back on the bed. My muscular frame is all over her soft body as my erection slithers into her heat.
“Leith,” Chevelle pants, fingernails raking my back and shoulders. Her legs drape over my hips, locking me in. Waves of pleasure break like the ocean over us as I rock into her. In a surge, my cock dominates her sex, revved like a supercar. But I torture us together with languid, powerful thrusts. Each drive sends her tits jiggling in myfeckin’face.
Gasps and cries fill my ears. Chevelle’s erotic moans compel me to thrust harder, but I keep steady,feckin’her just right. While her velvety pussy milks my cock, I hold her tight, showering her with kisses. From her cheeks to her neck to the elevation of her breasts, there’s no place on her body off-limits. Chevelle is wholly mine.
* * *
Sometime later,we hold each other in bed. Chevelle murmurs, “You came home.”
“Ye said that already, hen. Why are ye so shocked?” I reply.Shite, she’s shocked? My life flashed before me when Chevelle screamed on the phone. It wasn’t until I landed at Long Beach airport that I got a message from Brody. I had no idea the bastard still remembered where she once worked. He’d mumbled something about attempting to be a better brother-in-law when he let Knox and Firth head the McFarland mission.
“Ye can’t be surprised, hen. I’d do anything for ye.”
“Yeah, but all the spontaneous stuff ended when we had Mia, or when we were married.” Chevelle’s finger roams across my chest. “Damn, that sounds bad. We’re only three years into this, and it’s kind of like a bull ride that I don’t want to get off. I’m so happy you came. You must’ve driven all night.”
“Nae. I took a red-eye. Paid a man a thousand dollars for his seat. After I heardye scream, I tried desperately to get a hold of ye. Had no control, hen.”
“I’m sorry—”
“Nae, must be me who has it all wrong, Chevelle. Leavingye during the week. That’ll change soon. I may not get it right the first or second time, but I know what’s most important to a man. That’s his hen.Ye, baby.”
“Awe, Leith.” She snuggles close to my chest. “You’re so good to me.”
“Ye deserve thefeckin’best. I’ve to be an example for Mia. Ye’ve seen that crazy girl?”
Smiling, Chevelle pops my bicep. “Call my baby a hag, and I’m going to rough you up.”
“Shite, crazy as she is, our parenting has to stick to the lassie once she’s ready to settle down. A standup guy will nae stop showing his woman how much she means, even after he has her.”
Chevelle’s lips pull in pensively. “Love that frame of mind. Nevertheless, hmmm, you just mentioned our half-pint settling down.”
I roll my eyes. “Och! Generalized statement.”
“Of course,” she teases. “Leith, mind the look on your face before I follow through with fighting you.”
Chevelle makes use of an imaginary crystal ball, tormenting me. She struggles against me. With a firm grip on her waist, my teeth sink into the meat of her shoulder before she can protest.
“Stop. It’s true. Leith, stop!”
In a flash, I’ve mounted my wife, pinning her arms above her head. Mouth muffled against her warm skin, I order, “Say Mia’s still my bairn.”
“Mia will grow into a beautiful wom—Ouch!” I bite her lip. “Damn, Leith, Mia will continue as your baby for a while now.”
Soft ridges etch Chevelle’s skin where I left my mark. Thrumming my fingers through her hair, I press my lips over the blemish.
Devilishly seductive eyes pierce through me. “You’re an asshole, Leith MacKenzie.”
“Nae, it’s arsehole,arsehole. Hen, work on yer diction.” My fingers slide her locks over the still furrowed area. “Okay,feckit. I said it. I meant it. Now, dinna remind me of it ‘til Mia’s thirty, forty, maybe forty-three. That’s when I’ve the guts to let her look at laddies.”