Chapter 41

Chapter Forty-One

Rafe

W atching Abby stand up to the woman falsely claiming to be my wife had been something else. She hadn’t wavered, and together we convinced that woman to help with our case against CGN.

By the time she asked me to just love her, I was impatient to get her alone, strip her, and claim her all over again.

But she’d been right—sex in a car would be quick and clumsy and ran the risk of our siblings seeing us. And so I’d driven as fast as I dared. Once we reached our house, I took her chin, pulled her close, kissed her, and then growled. “I’ll give you a ten second lead. Now, run.”

Laughing, Abby opened the door and dashed toward the house. She had made it inside by the time I’d counted to ten, and I went after her.

While my injuries from the accident were healed, my knee would never be at 100 percent. Still, physical therapy had helped, and I could slowly jog after her. I saw her reach the top of the stairs and then disappear into my room.

I took them two at a time, and when I reached our bedroom—yes, Abby now shared it with me permanently—I found Abby sitting naked on the bed. With a growl, I stripped as I stalked toward her. By the time I reached her, I was also bare.

Her eyes shot to my hard cock, and she licked her lips. However, right here, right now, I didn’t want her mouth. So I tugged her up, pulled her close, and crushed my lips to hers. I took my time exploring every inch of her mouth, licking and lapping and twining my tongue with hers.

When her fingers wrapped around my dick, I sucked in a breath and broke the kiss. Abby murmured, “I want you inside me. Now. Save the foreplay for later.”

Threading my fingers through her hair, I tilted her head back and nipped at her bottom lip. “Hmm, now I want to do exactly the opposite to tease you.”

She tightened her grip on me, and I groaned as she replied, “Later. Right now, I want my husband to make me come. Hard.”

I kissed her briefly before guiding her back onto the bed, until I lay between her thighs. She wrapped her legs around my waist and arched her back, her wet pussy rubbing against me.

Leaning down, I took one of her nipples into my mouth and suckled.

“Rafe. Please. I want you inside me.”

After releasing her, I met her gaze again as I ran a hand through her center and then lightly stroked her clit. “As my wife wishes.”

I positioned and thrust inside her to the hilt. “Fuck, you’re so hot and tight and wet. So perfect, love.”

She drew my head down and kissed me. Between the grip of her pussy and the sweet taste of her mouth, I couldn’t hold back and moved my hips. I continued to stroke her clit as she matched my rhythm, and soon the sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room.

Abby broke the kiss to take my face in her hands. At the heat and love in her gaze, I moved even faster. “Tell me you’re close, love.”

“Yes. Rafe, please, just a little harder.”

I complied, and she soon cried out as she gripped and released my cock. Her little pulses sent me over the edge, and I spilled inside her before collapsing.

I didn’t know how long I lay there, with Abby stroking my back, before she said, “I love you, but you’re a little heavy.”

“Sorry.” I quickly rolled to the side, taking her with me, and kissed the top of her head. Holding her close, I took a second to revel in her heat and scent and the absolute rightness of the moment.

Abigail was my wife. She loved me, and we’d have our fucking happily ever after one day, no matter what it took.

Eventually, Abby yawned and then said, “I love you and your cuddles. But right now, I’m so tired.”

I pulled the blanket up and tucked it around us. “Get some sleep. I’d rather not have to face Grumpy Abby.”

She playfully slapped my chest. “Be nice.”

I laughed and hugged her tighter. “I love you, but if you think you have a guy who will never tease you, then you have the wrong husband.”

She propped her chin on my chest and looked up, smiling. “I have exactly the right husband, even if he’s a meanie sometimes.”

I lightly smacked her butt and said, “We’re an even match, love. It’ll make life interesting.”

“Yes, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

And as I held my wife, she soon fell asleep and began to faintly snore.

Yes, I had exactly the right wife. One who loved and accepted me, but never put up with my shit.

Life was almost perfect. And I was damned if CGN or her ex would ruin our future.