My heart bottomed out as I was reminded of the time she confessed her affection for me in front of a table of ballplayers. That might have been the moment I realized I loved her. She was so bold then, and not much had changed. I grew rock hard beneath her, but she showed the mercy I had begged for and ignored it. She was sincere with her temporary truce.
“I’ve been thinking about our life a lot lately, all the things we’ve done. I wake up and thank God every day that I’m yours. There are so many things we have left to do. And I really want to give you a son.”
Everything inside me exhaled as she leaned in and took my lips.
“I love you too, baby. I want him too.”
“We can practice tonight.” She panted as she broke away from my kiss. “I’ll hold back from swallowing.”
“Jesus, Alice.” I grunted as she started a slow grind on my lap, her truce flying out the window.
“I need you,” she hummed the words, tugging my bottom lip between hers before she let go. “God, can you imagine how amazing it will feel if you pull that zipper down right now?”
“That’s it,” I said, lifting her easily and depositing her onto her seat. She looked wildly beautiful, her skin flushed with need for me. All I had to do was get her home and feed her some of her favorite ice cream. A full stomach always knocked her out. I’d make it up to her. I’d given Ren my word.
“That was a dirty move, Alice. I need to keep sharp,” I stated in resignation. “It’s just business, baby, don’t take it personally.”
“Fine, I’ll keep my hands all to myself.” She reclined her seat back, a wicked gleam full of intent in her eyes.
“Don’t you dare,” I warned.
“Just like old times,” she cooed, trailing her hand from her knee to mid-thigh before it slipped under her dress.
My dick jumped as I started the engine, but the noise wasn’t even close to loud enough to drown out the tiny moan and then a whimper that came from her lips. She arched her back as I backed the truck up at warp speed and parked in another space when I heard another moan. I couldn’t help my lust-induced haze at her display. Her movements were subtle, her hand well hidden, but it was the look in her eyes as she watched me, touching herself, that had me on a tightrope.
“Rafe, please. I need you.”
She was pulling out the big guns. “Oh, fuck, don’t do that.”
“Then you do it,” she challenged tossing her head back with another low moan.
Fucking disaster.
Surveying the parking lot and seeing the coast was clear I called her bluff and pulled her dress back to see no panties, and not only that, she was halfway to bringing herself to the brink.
I might have given Ren my word that I wouldn’t do the deed, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t help her out.
“Rafe,” she whimpered as her eyes implored mine.
“Jesus baby, if I do this, will you let it go?”
Unable to wait for her answer I gripped the back of her head and caught her next moan on my tongue. Her whole body trembled in my hold as I kissed her deep and slapped her hand away, replacing her fingers with my own.
“Fuck, you are so beautiful,” I murmured as she rode my fingers and clutched the back of my head while I took a sound bite of her exposed cleavage.
“I’m going to come,” she moaned out weakly before her body started to shudder under my touch, her core squeezing my fingers. I was so hard up, I was grinding against the console halfway into her seat and rubbing my shit raw as her breath caught. “I’m about to . . . wait, Rafe, it just isn’t fair.”
She reached between us and stilled my hand. I was so eager to see her come, her words were like a tide of iceberg water.
“What are you doing?” I asked as she straightened herself in the seat.
“I’ll wait for you,” she assured. “I want to wait for you.”
“What?” I pulled back. “You were about to come.”
“I was sooo close but I want to wait. Get me home and finish me off?”
“Stop this shit.” I was trying to pull her dress back up as she tried to keep it down. “Damn it, woman, let me have it,” I said, making an effort to get back to where I was, seconds away from blowing my load in my jeans. “I’ll take one for the team.”
“Not much of a team without you.”
Pissed, my dick spoke on my behalf. “That was your one and only shot, Mrs. Hembrey. Don’t come begging when you get yourself all worked up later.”
Her answering smile had an underlying hostility behind it that told me that, as soon as this game was over, I’d be paying for that comment.
“Let’s go home,” she whispered, her tone a decibel away from an order.
“Okay.” I straightened in my seat and re-buckled my belt when the idea occurred to me. “I need to stop at Home Depot first.” She looked at the clock on the dash while I hid my smirk.
Some men hated the mundane things like keeping up with the grass or fixing up the house. Not me, I lived for the days I could have Clover ride the mower with me or being there to reach something Alice needed from the top shelf. It was the little things that kept me grounded. Last year, I spent my off days building Clover’s playhouse. I was a shitty carpenter, but you wouldn’t know it by the look on my daughter’s face when she saw the purple eyesore in our backyard.
“We need to get back, I think I left a candle burning. Can Home Depot wait?”
Damn it! We both knew she hadn’t left a damn thing burning but the candle trumped any excuse I could have come up with to stall her. And she knew it too. All I could think about was her tight wet pussy and my fingers. If I caught a whiff of her scent on them, I was fucking done. I opened the console and found some hand wipes and snatched one. We had fifteen miles to home and then I was a free man. I could hide out in my man cave watching game stream to prep for tomorrow and Alice couldn’t argue about it. It was an unspoken agreement that we had toward the end of the season. I was all business and she was compliant.
She frowned at me when I tossed the towel in the small trash bag she kept up front. I kissed her cheek. “Tomorrow, baby. I’ll make it up to you; I promise.”
I took her answering silence as confirmation.
Feeling home free, I tapped my fingers to a song playing on the radio. I hummed along as game day thoughts began to circulate. I was getting back on track just as my wife spoke up.
“I was thinking we could try anal tonight.”
Alice
“Rafe!” I screeched as he swerved back into our lane after narrowly missing a Prius. He hastily pulled over to the side of the road, a string of curses coming from his mouth.
“Was there something in the street? What happened?”
He took a few calming breaths before he turned to me, his eyes narrowed. “What happened?” he boomed, his voice making me jump. Apparently, those breaths hadn’t helped. “You happened. Anal? What in the hell are you doing, trying to get us killed?”
“I didn’t do anything.” I couldn’t help it, I finally let a little anger seep through. “I was just—"
“Cut it out, Alice. I mean it. Tomorrow is important to me, I can’t deal with this right now.” His words were clipped.
“Deal with this? Or did you mean deal with me? I wasn’t trying to make you deal with anything.”
“Newsflash, Mrs. Hembrey, the last time you had a bright bedroom idea you broke my nose.”
It was true, we’d been going at it doggy style like a bunch of crazed porn stars and reenacting the video when the unthinkable happened. “The website said I shared to video on my newsfeed! I was freaking out!”
“Yeah, I had two black eyes and a broken nose opening week because of it.”
“Well, it was an April fool’s joke and one I didn’t mastermind. I still wonder how many orgasms they ruined. And that was totally not my fault.”
“This is the series, Alice. I can’t just push repeat. So, I’m sorry, but you’re going to have to put your grand plans on the back burner for one more day.”
I bit my lip to keep my explosion inside. The man was missing the point—not that I was even sure I wanted to make it anymore. I didn’t want us at odds right before one of the biggest game days of his career. At the same time, with all the effort I’d put into the night, not being able to take advantage of it all made me want to break his nose the old-fashioned way.
I decided to take the high road.
“I’m sorry.”