Page 63 of Finding Hayes
“Such a good girl, Sav. Just like that.” My fingers tangled in her hair as I bucked up into her mouth.
Warm and sweet and perfect.
“Hayes, are you decent?” Her voice was further away now.
There was a knock on the door.
“Hello? Can I come in?”
My eyes shot open, and I realized I was alone. My own hand wrapped around my cock.
Fuck me.
“One second,” I called out, jumping to my feet and tucking myself in before walking to the door and keeping my lower body behind the door so she wouldn’t notice my raging boner. “Hey.”
“Hey? Are you okay? You look flush.” She put the back of her hand on my forehead.
“I’m fine. I was just waking up.”
“All right. Food trucks are here, and everything is ready. I just came to make sure you were up.”
“I’m up.”Literally and figuratively.My gaze moved to the black sweater she was wearing, one side falling off her shoulder and exposing her tan skin before I trailed down to the fitted jeans hugging her curves just right. “You look great.”
“Yeah? I wasn’t sure what to wear to our first work party as a married couple.” She chuckled.
Goddamn, I wanted to pull her up against me and crash my mouth into hers.
That fucking dream was messing with my head.
“I think you pulled it off, Shortcake. Give me ten minutes. I’ll grab a quick shower and be ready.” I tried to keep my voice light, even though I felt anything but.
Her eyes flickered, and she nodded. Was she struggling as much as I was?
We’d just gotten back on track. I’d lost her for all those years, and I wasn’t about to fuck it all up again.
I was the last guy who should cross the line. Especially with a girl that meant the world to me.
This would pass.
“Okay. I’ll see you soon, husband.”
I winked and closed the door. I made my way to the bathroom and turned on the water. I was in desperate need of relief, and it was hardly a crime to get off to thoughts of your wife, right?
Even if our marriage was based on a lie. I’d gone a while without sex, and I was human. She walked around this place looking like a fucking goddess.
I couldn’t help myself.
I had my sixth or seventh slider and took a long pull from my beer bottle. I’d never seen anything like this.
My wife was a fucking rock star.
The house looked like St. Valentine vomited all over the place, and everyone was eating it up. We had two food trucks, one with sliders and one with tacos and a dude running a karaoke machine in the living room, where people were singing and dancing.
Everyone was having a great time. And I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.
My woman.
I didn’t even have to fake it. We’d sang a few ridiculous karaoke songs together, and everyone was laughing their asses off. We’d been hand in hand earlier, and I fucking loved it.
