“What are you thinking?” he asked, his voice soft.
“Nothing, just that this was a good idea.”
“Good, I’m glad,” he said, shooting her a grin that made her heart flip over. This was, no doubt, their weirdest anniversary on record, but she was still grateful for the night. It had been a while since she’d felt her stomach drop or her heart flip just from seeing her husband smile. It was nice. Hell, it was more than nice, it was what she’d been praying for, and maybe that’s why she felt strangely, wonderfully content at the moment.
Aidan was even doing that “driving with one arm out the window” thing that usually drove her crazy, but for some reason it didn’t right now. He looked sexy with the wind blowing through his hair, and she was suddenly reminded of the long drives into the desert they took when they were first dating. They’d both loved to get away from the lights of the strip, out into the darkness where you could get a view of the stars like nothing she’d ever seen.
And a view of each other in the back of his van.
She missed that van. They’d had a lot of fun in there once they’d removed a couple rows of seats and flopped a futon mattress in the back, but it eventually had to go. They’d needed a more reliable car and it didn’t make sense to keep paying insurance on the Love Van when they so rarely got to use it.
“Aidan, I think you missed the turn,” Summer said. One problem with this particular road—it was pitch black and the streetlights didn’t start until you were about half a mile away from their development. It was easy to get lost if you weren’t paying close attention to where you were headed.
“I didn’t miss the turn. We’re just taking a different route,” he said, not taking his eyes off the road in front of them.
“There is no different route.”
“Yes there is.”
“No there isn’t. We’ve lived there three years, I think I should know—”
“One of us has the entire street system of the greater Las Vegas metropolitan area memorized, and one of us got lost driving from her parents’ house to where she went to high school,” he said.
“I hadn’t been back to visit in four years, things had changed. Anyone could have gotten lost.”
“Right.”
“Smug bastard,” she muttered under her breath, but relaxed back into the seat anyway. If he said he knew where they were going, he probably did. Even if they were lost, who really cared? She had half a shake left to finish and the night was beautiful, cool enough to enjoy the wind in her hair, but not cold enough for a jacket.
“Speaking of bastards, we might as well talk as we drive,” Aidan said, something in his tone making her nervous. Aidan was a talker, no doubt, but he wasn’t a talker. She was always the one who had to instigate serious communication of any kind. The fact that he looked and sounded ready to launch into a talk made her nervous.
“Oh god, what’s wrong? Were you lying when you said you had fun tonight? I mean, before all the stuff that obviously wasn’t fun.”
“No, of course I wasn’t, but this is part of what I wanted to talk about. I’ve been a bastard, Summer, but I swear to you I didn’t realize it until earlier tonight.”
“What do you mean?”
“You made it pretty clear you haven’t been feeling good about our sex life and I wanted to apologize for anything I did to cause that. I swear to you, you still get sexier to me everyday.”
This wasn’t at all the kind of talk she’d been expecting. She hadn’t made it that obvious had she? She’d felt so confidant after playing Oni Yuri that she’d almost forgotten how uncertain she’d been, but now all those uncertainties came sweeping back, accompanied by a new concern. What if he were just saying what he was saying because he felt bad? He was a sweet man and he loved her. He wouldn’t want her to feel undesirable. But she didn’t want his pity, didn’t want him to say what she wanted to hear if he didn’t genuinely feel it.
“Aidan, you don’t have to say that. I know we don’t have as much time as we used to, I know I don’t look the way I did when we were first married and—”
“Stop it, I don’t want to hear you say anything like that again. You’re hotter than when we were first married. I love the way you look, the way you feel, the way you fuck even more than I did five years ago.” Aidan turned off the main road and started up a winding dirt road. The rumble of gravel competed with his words, but Summer could still hear the passion in his voice.
But how could he sound so passionate when his actions lately had been anything but? Before tonight, he’d virtually stopped initiating sex completely and had actually turned her down twice when she’d tried to initiate it herself. That wasn’t the man she used to know and sure as hell didn’t seem like the behavior of a man who found his wife hotter and sexier than he did when they were first married and fucking like bunnies.
“Then why don’t you seem like it? Aidan, you actually turned me down twice. When we were first together you never would have—”
“I turned you down because I thought you were just offering sex because you thought I wanted it. Summer, you’d been up half the night the night before and you had dark circles under your eyes. I figured it would be best for you to sleep, not screw.”
“Why don’t you let me decide what’s best for me? I’m a big girl and sometimes I need to screw more than I need to sleep.”
“Okay, fine.” He turned on another, smaller road, and after one more turn they emerged on top of one of the foothills surrounding Vegas.
“Wow,” Summer breathed as Aidan turned off the car. The view was unbelievable. The air was so clear you could see the lights stretching out across the entire basin.
“I found this place a few weeks ago. I was waiting to bring you up here tonight so we could pretend we were teenagers and make-out in the car. Does that sound like a man who isn’t interested?”
“No,” Summer said, turning to look at him and noticing the decidedly predatory look in his eye. She was almost convinced, but one last thing plagued her mind. “There’s only one thing I don’t understand.”
“What’s that?”
“This didn’t happen after Kelsey was born, so why this time around?”
“Kelsey slept through the night at six weeks. Carter’s almost five months old and he’s let us get a full six hours what? Once or twice? And even it he did sleep, now we’ve got two in diapers, not one—”
“Kelsey’s almost potty-trained.”
“She is, and she’s a great big sister for a not quite three-year-old, but she’s still a not quite three-year-old and she does her share to wear us both out.”
“That’s why my mom came to help out for awhile.”
“Which creates its own set of problems. I love your mom, Summer, but it doesn’t help me get into the mood for a wild no-holds-barred fuck session knowing she’s right next door.”
“Well shit, Aidan, what do you want me to do? Send her home? You know how Dad’s been lately. It breaks her heart to be in New York right now and she loves getting to be with her grandkids every day.”
“Summer—”
“Not to mention that, if she goes, we’re going to have to try to hire a nanny to watch Kelsey and Carter when we’re not home in the evenings because there’s no way I’m sending them to one of those all hours daycares where the strippers’ kids go. Nothing against strippers, but really, I’m just not going to do it. And I can’t stop working nights completely for at least a few more years and—’
“Stop, babe, just stop.” He took her milkshake from her and took a drink before setting it down in the cup holder and taking her hands. “I’m not criticizing you or the kids or your mom, and I’m not asking for anything to change. I love our life together. I just want you to know that no matter what kind of obstacles we might have, I still love you more and want to fuck you more every single day. I may not always get the chance to show it, but I feel it.”
“Yeah?” Summer asked, her throat getting strangely tight.
> “Yeah. You’re the only woman who’s ever made me feel so alive and I feel so god damn lucky to get to share my life with you. I couldn’t ask for a better partner, a better friend, a better mom for our kids or a better lover. You practically made my heart stop tonight, you were so beautiful, the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
That did it. Summer didn’t even try to stop the tears that filled her eyes from spilling down her face. Instead, she crawled over the seat and into Aidan’s lap, her crying turning to laugh-crying as she felt how hard he already was.
“You dirty old man.”
“The dirtiest. I drove you up here to fuck you again, you know. All that talking shit was just a distraction,” he said, hitting the switch on the side of his seat that sent it moving backward. Once they had a bit more room, he wasted no time in pulling her t-shirt over her head and reaching around to unhook her bra.
“Right, I think it was just a way to sneak a drink of my milkshake. I saw that, you know, and don’t think I won’t make you pay.” Summer met his lips with hers even as she reached for the belt of his jeans, more than ready to have all barriers between them removed.
“I’ll count on it, Omi Yami. Now get those jeans off so I can fuck you.”
“That’s Oni Yuri, you ass hat.” She giggled, turning around to sit in this lap as she struggled to get out of her jeans. She hadn’t quite lost all her baby weight so it wasn’t necessarily easy, especially not with Aidan rolling her nipples in his hands, making her squirm as the heat between her legs began to reach the burning point.
Finally she made it out of her jeans and reached for the waistband of her panties, but Aidan didn’t give her the chance. He simply pulled the thong to one side, baring her pussy, and then stuffed himself into her from behind. Summer moaned at the friction as he worked his cock deep inside her. She was wet, but not that wet, and it hurt a little, maybe even more than a little, but it also felt mind-numbingly good.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned into her neck, his fingers pinching her nipples as he thrust up inside her, finally filling her completely.
“Oh, god,” Summer moaned, a rush of wet heat flowing between her legs as Aidan moved one hand to massage her clit in slow, teasing circles and bit down on the sensitive skin at the base of her throat.
“How can you be this tight after two kids?” He reclined the seat and pulled her back to lay on top of him and began to thrust slowly, deeply, in and out of her body.
“I have no idea, especially with Carter having your enormous skull.” Summer gasped and squeezed her eyes shut as Aidan suddenly spread her knees even wider. One knee hit the window, but she didn’t care. It felt so right to be spread open, with his cock filling her from behind and his fingers working her clit. His other hand played up and down the front of her body, toying with her nipples, brushing up the length of her neck, tracing the outline of her lips.
She sucked two of his fingers into her mouth and bit down, drawing a hiss from his lips and a quicker rhythm from his cock. She was close, so close. With each time they’d come together tonight, it had been easier and easier to reach the precipice and each tumble over the edge into pleasure had been just a little wilder, just a little more intense. Even now, after all they’d been through and a couple hours spent in the emergency room, she was still so erotically charged, so primed for pleasure.
“Summer, babe, are you about to come, are you about to come on my cock?” he asked, his breath hot in her ear, the way he said the word “cock” almost enough to make her lose it right then.
“Almost. I’m almost there,” she panted, tilting her hips to take even more of him inside her, meeting his thrusts with little bounces of her ass.
“Good, then let’s take this outside.”
Summer gasped as Aidan opened the door and the cool desert air met her bare skin. She’d thought it a warm night earlier, but after the way they’d steamed up the car and each other, it felt chilly. Her arms immediately broke out in goose bumps and her nipples puckered into tight points that tingled and stung.
“What the fuck are you doing?” she asked as he moved his legs out onto the ground and stood up, all while holding her tight in his arms, still impaled on his cock.
“Fucking you on the top of this mountain.” He slammed the door behind them and then turned and laid her down, belly first, on the hood of the car.
“Aidan, stop it. Someone could drive up, someone could see,” Summer protested, even as she braced herself against the warm metal of the hood. The dichotomy of the cool air and the engine-warmed surface beneath her felt strangely exciting, not to mention Aidan had more freedom to move now that they weren’t crammed together in the front seat. That felt pretty fucking good too, good enough for her to spread her legs and wiggle back to the edge of the hood, determined to get even more of his cock inside her.
“No one’s going to see. It’s nearly three in the morning.”
“But someone might, someone could—oh, god.” She moaned as he slid out to the very tip of his cock and then rammed back inside of her, completely filling every inch of her pussy and banishing the last of her protests. How could she concentrate on the slight chance of discovery when she was being fucked so hard her breath came in desperate little grunts, and the sound of skin slapping against skin was louder than the calls of the killdeer flying through the night sky around them?
Aidan fucked her mercilessly, holding nothing back, giving her all of him, abandoning himself completely to the pleasure they found together. Summer managed to hold off her own orgasm for a few more thrusts, struggling to draw out the moment, but he knew her body too well. He knew how much she loved feeling him take her, not make love to her or anything so politically correct, but take her, make her is own, make her feel possessed, loved and so desired that he himself couldn’t manage to maintain control.
“I’m going to come, Summer, I’m going to come in my pussy.”
She cried out as her orgasm hit just as Aidan shot himself inside of her. His cries and groans and muttered words of adoration filled the air just behind hers and Summer had to smile. What was it about hearing him claim her pussy as his own that did it for her? She had no idea, but it did, and he knew it did, and she loved that he knew.
Hell, she just loved him.
“I love you,” she whispered as he leaned over her, bracing his arms on the hood on either side of her as he regained his breath.
“I love you too.” He laughed and dropped a soft kiss on her cheek that turned into a tender tangling of tongues when she moved to catch his lips.
“You ready to go home and face the third degree from my mom?” she finally asked, though she made no move to stand up or separate their bodies.
“Hell yeah. Carter should be gearing up for his four a.m. wailing session pretty soon so the timing will be perfect. I can’t wait to hold him and Kelsey. Nights like tonight make you want to give your kids a hug,” he said, then added with a small thrust of his hips, “and fuck your wife.”
“I think you got that last part covered.”
“For tonight at least, but we’ll see about tomorrow.”
“Easy, killer, your pussy might have to recover for a night or two.”
“I don’t know, she’s pretty resilient,” he said as they finally separated and he helped her back into her t-shirt and jeans, leaving the bra on the floor of the front seat.
Oh well, her mother would be having such a fit once she learned what had happened to them tonight she probably wouldn’t even notice that her eldest daughter wasn’t wearing a bra. Besides, she was thirty years old and if she wanted to go without a bra in her own home, she damn well could.
“Maybe we should look into building a little house in the backyard for Mom,” Summer said. “Just so she feels like she has her own place.”
“And so we can start fucking like animals again?”
“So maybe she’ll stop cooking breakfast.”
“And so we can start fucking like ani—”
; “Yes, that too.” Summer laughed and hopped back into the passenger’s seat of the car. “At least until the kids get old enough to understand what they’re hearing.”
“Oh well, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.” He smiled and started the car, and Summer knew as she looked at the man across from her that they would.
They would deal with any hardship, any challenge and they would do it together. She and Aidan were a matched set, their love as permanent as anything she ever put in ink on the canvas of someone’s skin.
About the Author
Anna J. Evans came back to her true love of writing fiction after working Off-off-off-Broadway and in a few Hollywood C-movies. She quit the biz to become a stay at home Mom-Writer and she’s loving every minute of it!
Anna lives in Arkansas with her Air Force husband, her real-life romantic hero, their three kids and all the stories still making their way from her imagination to the page.
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