and took a deep breath. “Can you please not make life-changing decisions without me?” I closed my eyes and felt tears start to rise. “Not again,” I sobbed.
“Oh, hell.” Sledge gathered me in his arms and sat down on the couch with me in his lap. “Why do I keep crying?” I buried my face in his shoulder and tried to take a deep breath.
Twenty-eight years of ignoring my emotions had totally fucked me up once I started letting things out. I was a blubbering cow ninety percent of the time. Poor Sledge was going to run for the hills eventually.
“Just breath, sugar.”
So much easier said than done.
“I can cancel the lease and we’ll stay here.”
I didn’t want that, though.
See, total fucking mess.
“We’re not staying here,” I hiccupped. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand and tipped my head back to look him in the eye.
“I’m not trying to do shit to piss you off, Queenie. I was just trying to take something off your plate and surprise you with it.”
I laughed and laid my head on his shoulder. “Well, I can tell you with all certainty it was a surprise. A three bedroom and two bath big one.”
He pressed a kiss to my lips. His teal eyes were filled with desire, and his hands softly caressed my back.
“You know, Gunner is down for his nap right now.” That was me being flirty. I prayed to God that he got the hint because I didn’t know how else to get it going on with him.
He grabbed the baby monitor out of my back pocket and turned the volume all the way up. “Just to make sure we hear him if he cries or something?”
“I’m pretty sure the neighbors across the street will hear it with it that loud,” I laughed.
He tossed the monitor in the chair and swept me into his arms. He laid me on the couch and covered me with his body.
For the record, this was the third time since we had been home where Sledge and I tried to get it on, and we never seemed able to follow through.
The first time, we were rounding second base when Kimber and the Book Club knocked on the door for an impromptu baby shower. I think Kimber actually called it a baby sprinkle, but it was just a baby shower.
The next two times, we had laid Gunner down for a nap but before we even made it to first base, he was awake and ready to go.
Sledge pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor. My hands roamed across his chest and over the dark swirls of his tattoos.
The rest of our clothes were off in a whirlwind and in a heap on the floor. We both learned from our three failed attempts that we needed to be focused and ready to go.
My hand traveled down his chest and to his dick. Yeah, Sledge was totally ready to go. I wrapped my fingers around his long shaft and stroked my hand up and down.
“Fucking shit,” he hissed.
“This is mine, right?” I whispered.
“No one else’s, sugar.” His lips trailed kisses along my breasts and his fingers tangled in my hair. “Fucking sweet as sugar,” he whispered.
His hand trailed down my body and cupped my pussy. “And now this is mine, right?”
“Always,” I hissed.
Nothing was going to stop us this time. Sledge and I were too far gone to surface until we were both satisfied.
His fingers parted the lips of my pussy and flicked my clit.
“Holy shit,” I gasped. “Take it easy there,” I laughed. “I’ve been out of the game for a bit.” Hell, I don’t think I was ever really in the game. At least, it never felt like this before.
He drew lazy circles around my clit while he nibbled on my breasts.
“I’m ready,” I panted. I had been ready for the past three days. It was time to bring it on home.
My hands dropped from his dick, and he slowly pushed inside me and planted himself to the root of his dick.
I closed my eyes and just let myself feel. His finger stayed on my clit, and his mouth traveled across my collarbone and up my neck.
He slowly pulled out and then glided back in. “Fucking shit, Queenie. You’re like heaven.”
“Same,” I gasped.
His hips rolled into me and a moan escaped my lips. “Don’t stop.”
“The devil himself couldn’t stop me, sugar,” he grunted. He reared back, his dicked planted deep inside