Cliff nods, his cheeks a nice shade of red.
“Tell us the reason why, Cliff,” Tria says with her hands on her hips.
The little man connects his gaze with his mother’s. “Because some flowers in her garden aren’t supposed to be touched. I know, mom, and I swear I wasn’t anywhere near them. I’m sorry, I...I’m sorry.”
Tria squats down in front of Cliff. “I do think it was sweet of you to give her a flower, sweetie. But next time come to me or your father, we’ll help.”
Yeah, right. As if we’re gonna help our five-year-old to get a girl a fucking flower, I think and roll my eyes but the way Tria narrows her eyes at me as she glances over her son’s shoulder makes the thought evaporate. Shit. I guess we are.
“Now off you go, bathtime and bedtime for you too.” Tria waits until both our kids left the room before she goes to the door and locks it.
“Now hang on,” I tell her and raise both hands, palms up, in front of me. “You can’t blame me for this.”
Her eyebrow goes up in a challenge. “Did you or did you not knock me up with little Demons about six years ago?”
Shit.
“Sweetness,” I croon, knowing damn well this is a fucking trick question. “Are you aware we’re in the playroom? Locked door, kids brushing their teeth and keeping busy for at least five to ten minutes?”
Her pupils dilate. I. Am. Brilliant. Away is the discussion of helping our kid get flowers for a damn Vampire chick or the fact I did knock her up with little Demons but that honestly wasn’t my fault with it running in my DNA and all.
Her hips sway left to right until she’s standing right in front of me. I cup her neck and drag her toward me to take her mouth in a rough kiss. She gasps and allows me access to let our tongues dance. Her tiny hand travels from my chest all the way down to my crotch where she cups my hard as fuck cock.
“I want you,” she breathes the words against my mouth.
I can only groan in reply. Then she slides down onto her knees and starts to rip at my buckle and zipper, tugging my jeans to make them pool around my legs. Her gaze is set on me while my cock is pointing right at her.
Precum is leaking out and if she keeps staring at me with love radiating in her gaze I will blow any damn second. She was goddamned stunning a moment ago yet now she’s the most precious thing within reach. Every second that passes I’m thankful to have her in my life.
And even if our kids are little Demons—crushing on a damn Vampire or not—they are ours and enrich our lives. With the years we shared at our back and the eternal future within our reach, every moment is one to take and enjoy.
That’s what she’s doing when she wraps her tiny fingers around my cock and strokes up and down while our eyes stay locked. Her tongue slips over her lips to lick the thick head, teasing the slit before taking me into her mouth.
“Fuuuuck,” I groan and take her head in my hands.
My fingers slide through her thick red hair while I pump myself in and out of that devilishly hot mouth of sin. Her fingers slide over my thighs and head for my ass. I know her intentions; she wants to grab hold and suck hard to make me come into her mouth. Not going to happen. I step back, my cock falling free all wet from her saliva.
“Strip,” I tell her, my voice rough with lust.
Another reason why I love her addiction to jumpsuits. One move and it’s on the floor. She’s the damn master when it comes to undressing. I can’t wait a damn second longer; I need to be inside her, now.
I advance and hoist her up as I plaster her back against the wall. Her legs wrap around me as my cock automatically lines up with her pussy, wetness already coating my cock...from her mouth, from her arousal slipping out. One surge up and I’m lodged in the sweetest place ever created.
I can’t hold back and I never will. My hips start to chase more pleasure than they are already surrounded with. Her moans, her body heat, the slapping of skin to skin, the scent of her arousal wafting around us, she captures me with not just one fragment. She captures me fully without the ability to ignore.
All-consuming love with a realization there’s more to life than just living. And when that orgasm hits simultaneously, it rips out every single emotion and leaves you baring your soul to the one and only person who mirrors the same action in return.
“I fucking love you,” I whisper against the skin of her neck. “Though you almost killed me with pleasure there, love.”
“I love you too...so...much...” She chuckles in rough gasps as she tries to catch her breath “To the end of the world, and back.”
A grin spreads my face at the reminder of those very words spoken years back when we dove into a life and death situation together. It’s all about how you handle things in life. It being the crisis of kids’ problems, end of the world apocalypse stuff or the casual interaction between a loving wife and husband. You balance shit together whether you like it or not.
And in this case, I like it. A. Fucking. Lot. I pull my head slightly back to place my forehead against hers as I breathe the words we gave each other then, and now, “To the end of the world, and back.”
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