by K E Osborn
Pulling up, my chest is heaving so fast I’m not sure if I’m hyperventilating, panicking or just excited. I know this is not a good idea, but I’ve had a terrible day and all I could see in my mind was Hannah. My Hog was the one taking the directions on this ride, so I shouldn’t be surprised that I ended up at our home. I guess after so long and the shit day, I needed to see her.
My heart needed to be home.
I’m parked across the street and I climb off placing my lid on the handlebars, and then turn toward our house. It looks exactly the same as when I left. The lights are on, and as my eyes move to the front room, I can see her through the window watching television. I always told her to close the Venetian blinds at night, but she never did listen.
My heart lurches into my chest at the thought that she’s mere metres away from me. My chest is rising and falling so fast as my stomach flutters at the thought of touching her, even just once. How I ever thought I could leave this life behind’s beyond me. I must have been having a midlife crisis or something. All I know is I’ve fucked up! My life is here, with my wife and kids. I need to end this sting, so I can come back and work a desk job and be here for them.
Suddenly Hannah looks up and notices my figure watching her from across the street. My breath catches at her natural beauty as her eyes lock onto mine. Her hair is a little longer but is still the same beautiful brown colour. She stands up, her chest now heaving too as she rushes toward the front door. I take a deep breath and start to run across the road and up the driveway to meet her.
The front door flings open and she steps down the driveway smiling so wide. When I look at her, her face contorts and she starts to cry. I frown as she reaches me, and we stop a foot away from each other. She looks into my eyes, hers watering profusely and a surge runs through me, a jolt of electricity so strong it nearly knocks me off my feet. Suddenly, her hand comes up so fast I have no time to react before her palm slaps across my cheek. The sting reverberating right through my face. My head flicks to the side as she starts to really cry, then she moves in, her fists connect bashing hard against my chest in quick succession.
Looking down at her losing her shit, I sniff grabbing at her wrists as she falls apart. She struggles against me, but I hold her tight stopping the pounding as she sobs loudly. I pull her to me as I ache so badly. Watching her like this is something I never wanted to see. And I caused this. This is on me.
“Hannah, baby, stop.”
“You stop! Where the hell have you been? You think you can just show up here, and for me to be okay with that, you fucking idiot?” She goes to hit me again and I grab her wrist tighter and hold her hand to my chest right above my frantically pounding heart.
“No, but stop beating me and I’ll explain.”
She sniffs and stops struggling against me. I pull her to me wrapping her arms around me. She cuddles into my body finally, and I wrap my arms around her embracing her tightly. Feeling her warmth against my chest is a heaven I’d long forgotten, but being back in the grace of an angel is a nirvana I want to bask in. I never want to let her go.
“I’m so sorry I haven’t been in contact.”
“Where have you been, Adam?”
“Undercover… deep… I still am. I shouldn’t be here, but I had a bad day and I needed you.”
She sniffs looking up at me with her beautiful green eyes that I could get lost in for days.
“What’s the mission?”
I slump my body. “Hannah, I can’t tell you that. It’s too dangerous.”
She purses her lips and frowns. “Are you in with the mafia or something?”
I smirk. “Or something, baby. Just know the guys I’m dealing with aren’t any good. But I’ve decided once this job is done and I’m out, I’m getting that desk job and I’m coming home to you… if you’ll have me?”
Her bottom lip trembles and tears flow down her cheeks as she starts to sob again, and she wraps her hands around my neck embracing me tightly. “No more undercover?”
I shake my head.
“No more you being away without a word? Do you know how much that stung me, Adam?
I nod and swallow hard. “No more, baby. I know we’re separated, but I miss you, Hannah. I really miss you.”
She smiles. “I miss you too, you big oaf.” She leans up pressing her lips to mine and a spark ignites inside of me that I haven’t felt since… since the last time I kissed her and only her—my Hannah. My cock twitches in my pants reminding me that she’s the first woman I ever made love to. I think that’s why I had so much trouble finally sleeping with Skye because I had only ever been with Hannah.
Sad for a man, I know, but we’ve been together since we were kids, and I never once thought about being unfaithful to her. Now I kind of feel like I have been unfaithful to her with Skye. But we are separated, we weren’t… aren’t together, so I can’t really kick myself in the balls too much over it.
Her hands grab at my shirt collar and she pulls back looking me in the eyes. “Want to come inside?”
I smile and nod. “I’d love that.”
She takes my hand and I walk with her toward our home. My feet feel light for once. For the past four months while I’ve been on this sting, my feet have felt heavy the entire time, but now back with the love of my life, I finally feel like me again.
We walk inside my home and my body relaxes. I feel like I’m finally where I’m meant to be. An ease washes over me, a sense of calm. I feel good. She moves us over to the lounge suite, and I take a seat next to her looking around the familiar room. It looks exactly the same, toys on the floor for the boys, but this time, there’s a baby blanket on the lounge next to me. Swallowing hard, my eyes mist up instantly as I think of Molly, while running my hand over the blanket sitting between Hannah and me.
She grabs the blanket and exhales turning from me slightly in a show of annoyance. “It’s pretty crap she hasn’t met her dad yet, you know Adam.”
Wincing, I clench my eyes tight, trying to fight the rising bile in my throat when suddenly a cry echoes through a monitor. My eyes flicker open and my heart pounds in my chest.
Hannah smiles standing up as the crying continues. “Want to meet our daughter?”
My bottom lip trembles and I nod as my palms coat with sweat. Standing up, I take a stuttered breath in as Hannah takes my hand and leads me through to Molly’s room. The one we decorated together. My eyes can barely contain the hot salty water.
Hannah opens the door as soft cries filter through the room. It’s exactly how we decorated it, just lived in now. I walk in behind Hannah and she steps in front of the bassinet. My entire world shifts as she looks at me and exhales.
“Adam, meet Molly.”
Furrowing my brows more in fear than anything, I swallow hard as I step forward and look down into the bassinet to see a red-faced miniature version of Hannah. My heart slams into my throat as time stands still and everything around my stops.
All I can see is Molly.
My beautiful Molly, and the love and adoration flowing through me is through the roof. I felt this when we had our twins, but this time, it’s enhanced and the emotion is stronger. She’s my little girl, my angel, and my heart instantly overflows with love for my Molly.
My eyes mist up as Hannah leans in picking her up. Her soft cries clench at my heart and I want to take the hurt away. Whatever it is. Hannah sniffs and holds Molly out to me. I open my eyes wide and my bottom lip trembles as I reach out taking her into my arms. Her tiny body against my chest feels perfect, and as she instantly stops crying, but I start. The salt water drops from my eyes down my cheeks as I hold onto my daughter for the very first time.
She… is… perfect.
A sob escapes me as I lean in and kiss her perfectly round head, spattered with tiny brown hairs noticing that Hannah’s crying too. She leans into my side cuddling into me while I cry like a baby and hold our daughter as she nuzzles into me and sleeps soundly.
“Seems like she just needed h
er daddy,” Hannah whispers.
Taking in a deep stuttered breath, I nod and lean in kissing Hannah’s temple as I rock Molly gently. I haven’t felt this emotional since… well… ever.
I stand in statue just holding her, taking in her sweet baby smell, looking at her beautiful baby features as she sleeps soundly in my arms. I’m taking in this moment, I’m living in the now, and revelling in the fact that I’m here with my daughter, holding her and she’s all mine. Daddy’s little girl.
She wriggles slightly in my arms after I don’t even know how long with me standing just staring at her. Hannah cuddled at my side watching me watching Molly.
“I should let her sleep,” I whisper and Hannah smiles and nods. I lean in kissing Molly, my lips linger on her soft warm skin and a tear drops on her forehead as I pull away. I quickly wipe it and Hannah half-smiles while taking her from me and placing her back in the bassinet.
“You okay, Daddy?” she asks.
Smiling, I look at Molly and nod. “Yeah… I think I am.”
She rubs my back and then slides her arm around my waist as we look down at our daughter in the bassinet. She really is the most beautiful baby girl I’ve ever seen.
“Wanna check in on the boys? I don’t want to wake them, but you can pop your head in?”
“Yeah baby, I’d love that.”
She takes my hand and I take one last look at my daughter, blowing her a kiss then walking out of her room and down the hall to the boys’ room. Hannah opens the door and I pop my head in to see their room is still the same, they’re sleeping in their jungle themed beds with their night light on, and they look so peacefully asleep. I wish I could go in and touch them, just run my fingers through their hair, but I don’t want to wake them. There’s no need. I can see them properly when the job is finished. My head’s aching badly from my heart pounding so violently. Who knew being away from your family could be such a gut wrenching emotion when you realise it’s them that have been the missing link all along.
I step back taking one last look at my twins, Lucas and Logan, and slowly and quietly shut the door. Closing my eyes briefly and taking a deep breath, Hannah rubs my back to comfort me again.
“You’re a great father, Adam. They miss you. They will love having you back.”
I turn to walk back out to the lounge room, wrapping my arm around her shoulders pulling her to me and kissing her head.
“That was intense.”
Hannah nods. “Tell me about it, I had no idea if Molly would ever meet her dad.”
“Well, baby, give me a couple of weeks and she can have me around full time.”
She smiles brightly as we reach the lounge and sit down. “We’d love that. Separating was a stupid idea.”
Nodding, I run my hand up her thigh. “I agree. I don’t want anyone but you, Hannah. You’re my wife, always.”
“I know,” she says and brings up her left hand showing me her wedding rings still firmly located on her finger.
I exhale and grab her hand and rub my thumb over her soft skin. “Baby, I’d still be wearing mine too if I could, but I can’t for my cover. But I swear as soon as I’m out, it’s going right back on.”
She smiles, but it quickly falls to a frown. “Do you have to go back soon?”
I smile. “Not tonight, not if you want me to stay? But it’s okay if you don’t, and it’s too soon.”
She smiles standing up grabbing my hand. “Take me to bed… husband.”
I smile and stand up walking with her toward our bedroom, my stomach is fluttering like I’m fucking nervous for some reason and I have no idea why. We go to our bedroom and in the distance, I hear the faint hum of a motorbike engine taking off, but I ignore it because I’m walking into my room with my beautiful wife for the first time in months and this is going to be fucking perfect.
She turns to face me and pulls my leather jacket off my shoulders, it falls to the floor and then grabs the hem of my shirt pulling it upward. I smirk as we haven’t even made it through the door yet. Moving my hands up as the shirt comes up over my head, I walk through the door and pull the shirt off, throwing it on the floor and turn back closing the door behind me.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Moving my hands to her short summer dress, I grab the hem and lift it up over her head. She smirks letting it fall to the floor as she kicks off her flats, leaving her in her non-matching underwear.
Glancing down at her perfect body, adorned with the light stretch marks on her flat stomach from our beautiful kids, they only make me love her more. She is fucking perfect in every way to me, and I don’t know why I didn’t see this sooner.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” I murmur running my nose along her neck and softly kissing her goosebump littered skin.
“I missed you too, baby. I’m so sorry I left you. I was so angry at you that you took on another undercover job. I’m just glad you’re nearly done with it so I can have you back.”
Bringing my head up, I look into her eyes and smile. “I’m going to be all yours, Hannah. I’m going to make an effort. I love you, with everything I have. You and the kids, you’re my world.”
She sniffs and I bring my hand up caressing her cheek as she smiles at me lovingly. “I love you, so much.”
I can’t hold back any longer and I force my lips to hers. Our mouths collide and her lips part letting my tongue in. She tastes just like I remember, sweet like strawberries, the taste I love, the taste of home. My hands run down her curvy waist as our tongues entwine. It’s been so long since I’ve been with her, the wait is almost killing me, but I’m going to take this slow and show her how much I love her.
Her hands move to my belt. She undoes it easily and my pants are soon falling down around my ankles. I shift out of them taking my boots off at the same time as I move us toward our bed.
Her skin under my hands feels like the smoothest silk, and I love that she’s made me hard with a simple kiss. As I reach the edge of the bed, my hands move to her knickers and I grab the hem pulling them down. Our lips part and I slide them down her legs kissing her stomach on the way down. She unclips her bra and it falls to the floor as I tap her ankles and she steps out of her knickers. I smile at her brightly painted toenails. I’m glad she’s still getting her pedi-thingy-ma-bobs.
Running my hands up her toned legs, she looks down at me and smiles as I rise up sliding my hard body against hers. I’ve never wanted someone so much as I want my wife right now. Licking her lips she instinctively runs her hand down my chest and straight to my hard cock. I smile at her eagerness, but I grab her wrist and stop her.
“Oh, no baby, tonight is all about you,” I declare and grab her waist pushing her back on the bed. She giggles and shuffles backward up the bed. Leaning down, I crawl over her kissing up her calf to her thigh. She wriggles against my mouth, but I know she likes it. She spreads her legs as I nestle in between them on my stomach. Licking my lips, I grin at the delight in front of me.
Some men say they can’t look at their wife’s pussy the same after watching their children come out of it. But for me, it just makes it even more incredibly amazing. I grab her leg and hoist it over my shoulder, and move in trailing feather-light kisses along her inner thigh. Her hand comes down and pushes into my hair and I smirk knowing she likes to hold on.
Running my nose up her folds, she smells just as I remember—flowers and the clean, fresh, crisp smell of her body wash. She arches her hips slightly and I smirk knowing she is eager for me to start, so I flick my tongue out and it connects with her clit. She gasps and her hand in my hair tightens spurring me on. Circling my tongue on her clit, my hand glides up her thigh toward her pussy as she wriggles slightly against my mouth. My finger comes in line with her opening, and I push in deep thrusting up and motioning backward pressing against her front wall.
She moans and writhes against my mouth and I love how responsive she is. She always loved it when I went down on her, and I love it too. My cock is throbbing so hard, it’s unc
omfortable as it presses into the bedspread, but it will be fine until she cums, and then I can be balls deep inside of her. Flicking my tongue against her clit in a circular motion as my finger continues to move inside of her, she breathes heavily and quickly while I work her up. I know just how she likes it. Being with someone for so long you get to know exactly the right buttons to push.
Inserting another finger, I push inside of her faster but at an even tempo, getting her just where I want her. Her hips are moving higher and higher letting me know she’s closer to her climax. The fingers of her hand are tightening their grip on my hair as her hand starts to move my head in the way that she likes. She’s taking control and I fucking love when she does that.
Moving my tongue at a fast pace, she moans loud as I finger fuck her faster and deeper, hitting that perfect spot to make her body begin trembling. Her skin slickens with a fine mist of sweat as she writhes against my mouth. Her legs close around my face, tightening her thigh muscles in preparation for the explosion. Her breathing is fast and harsh as her light moans echo through the room. She knows she has to be quiet but I’m not making it easy for her. Her body clenches as she shakes all over, her hand in my hair pulls as her back arches off the bed. She moans out my name as her pussy contracts and then relaxes around my fingers.
Smiling, I slowly bring her down as her back falls to the mattress completely spent, and her hand falls from my hair to the side of her body lifelessly.
“Jesus Adam, I’ve needed that.”
Chuckling to myself as I pull her leg from my shoulder and place it on the bed, it flops to the side and I crawl my way over the top of her wiping my mouth of her excess juices. She isn’t a club girl, she doesn’t need to taste herself when I kiss her. Bringing my lips down to hers, I lay my chiseled body on top of hers, feeling our naked bodies pressed against each other’s skin, is a bliss I’ve needed for a long time. Sure I had this with Skye, but it wasn’t the same.
My tongue moves with Hannah’s, and her hand moves to the back of my hair holding me to her as the other runs along my back. Her nails digging in slightly as she runs her fingertips along my hard flesh. Her legs instinctively wrap around my waist, and I take that as my signal to take this further. I know I don’t have to use a condom with Hannah, it’s not like I haven’t had unprotected sex with her before, we’ve had three kids together. Plus, I need to feel her, every inch of her, so I don’t plan on wrapping this up unless she tells me to.
