I want to come deep inside her because I can. She’s clean, I’m clean, she’s on birth control, and I’m her fucking husband. But I want to mark her. I pull out and erupt in thick, hot ropes all over her stomach, and some even make it to her tits.
I see stars. God, I never came this hard. Breathless, I collapse next to Scarlett and pull her toward me, not caring if I get cum all over my chest.
My breath can’t catch up, and I feel lightheaded. “Christ, that was so good.”
“Are you okay, doctor?” My wife lifts my hand and checksmypulse.
Seconds pass as I watch her eyes as she counts the beats under my skin. “You’re gonna make it.”
“Not likely, if that’s the kind of sex we’ll be having.” I pull her in for a kiss, but she breaks it a moment later.
“So… Was this a one-time, get it out of our system thing?”
Fucking, ouch.
“I didn’t think of it that way.” I roll onto my back. “I don’t want to hurt you, Scarlett. I warned you about themess I am.”
“I, um, looked up some case studies on relationships and recovery.” She trails a hand down my sweaty chest. “You did a year, like they recommend. You’ve stayed clean. You have a stable home and a job. There’s no need to deny yourself anymore.”
I blink, taking that in. “It’s not me I worry about.”
She sits up. “Do you think because I let Pierce suck me into something hurtful that I’m a terrible judge of men?”
Fucking ouchagain because that’s exactly how I would characterize it.
“Sex was never part of the bargain to get married,” I remind her.
“We’re both sober adults. So we can do this again?” Her eyes light up.
I forget she’s twenty-five and full of energy and optimism.
“Sure.” I get off the bed and grab my phone. “I need you to promise me something.”
She grabs a pillow and covers herself. “A video promise?”
“No. I want you to promise me that the minute you’re not happy with something I’ve done, said, or if I’m just acting like a selfish asshole, call me on it. And if I give you a hard time, call this number.” I show her my phone. “I’m forwarding you the contact.”
She blinks. “Who’s Lachlan?”
“That’s my six-foot-six brother.”
“He knows we’re married?”
“He does now.” I clear my throat. “I saw him tonight. And told him.”
I’ll wait to tell her about meeting everyone on Christmas Eve. The last I counted, that’s thirteen strangers, including my mother. And not including seven kids. One being mine!
“Lachlan was in the same camp they sent me to,” I say to finish my point. “If I spiral, you call him, and he’ll come straighten me out.”
“Seems a little extreme.” She goes pale, the orgasm glow fading.
“Lachlan is the definition of extreme. But he’s fair. He’s just terrifying to look at.”
“Noted.”
I head to the bathroom and grab a washcloth. Back at the bed, I caress my wife with the warm cloth and smile as she groans against my touch.
“What do we do now?” she asks, her eyes dropping closed.