“Jack,” she whispered desperately. Yeah, I would be the only one ever hearing her speak that way. My body reacted to her words. Even with my resistance, I was still becoming hard against her. My breathing deepened, and my body tensed. I wanted to back her into the glider where she was just sitting, rip off those perfect leggings, and spread her legs so I could have her for dinner, but I had impending plans biting at my heels, so I had to stop myself.
“Baby,” I let out a heavy sigh as I pulled my face from hers. Regret instantly filled me when she opened her eyes. God, I would never be able to resist such a stunning face. My hands came to rest on her cheeks, begging for tears not to spill onto them. I would never admit it to her, but she was becoming more emotional throughout the pregnancy, so I needed to tread carefully. “I would fucking love to take you right here on this glider and lick you until you’re screaming my name. I really, really would.”
A quiet gasp escaped her lips. “Nothing’s stopping you.” She bit her lip and gazed at me with her sex eyes. Fuck, I hated those. I fucking loved them.
“Thingsarestopping me. I have to meet with Mike tonight to discuss our contract for next season. I would love for you to come, but he wants to talk in private.”
“Oh, right. Your career and everything.” She playfully rolled her eyes, then grasped my hands. “Of course. Go talk to Mike. I desperately need a shower and a nap, anyway.”
Her smile lit up my world, just like it always did. “I hate leaving you. You want me to bring you back a late dinner? Indian?”
“I-I would love that.” Tears began to fill her eyes as she sniffled. “Fuck! Why am I crying over Indian food?” she exclaimed through a sob.
“Because you love me so much.”
“I do love you.”
There were those words again.
“I love you.” My lips pressed against hers, and I guided her toourbathroom—because yes, we shared a room now like a real married couple—trying my hardest not to offer my help in the shower.
“You better wait until I’m gone before you take those clothes off,” I warned as I began shutting the door. A devious smile enveloped her face. She turned on the water, and steam billowed out from the temperature, causing images of our night from a few months ago to appear in my head.
“Oh, I didn’t think of that.” She winked and reached to pull off the hem of her shirt. I slammed the door shut, but her giggle still escaped through the wood. “You’re such a baby, scared of seeing me naked.”
A laugh rumbled in my shoulders. Resting my hands above the doorframe, I leaned closer to the door so she could hear methrough the shower spray. “I’m not scared of seeing you naked, you little tease. I’m scared it will make me late for my meeting, and you and I both know you wouldn’t mind that at all.”
“As long as you fulfill your promise of putting your head between my legs on that glider,” she yelled back. My dick jumped at her words, and I groaned.
“Fuck.” I stared down at what Maggie did to me. At what she always did to me.
Would it always feel this way? Would we always be teasing each other to the brink of insanity every chance we got? Maybe I’d be lucky enough never to have the other shoe drop, but for now, I was going to enjoy every bit of my wife’s presence.
***
October in Wyoming meant we were deep into fall. The temperature was just above chilly, and the autumn leaves were at their peak. Reds and oranges surrounded me as I made the short drive to the Lunas’ house. The windows of my truck were rolled down slightly, so I could hear the birds chirping and feel the wind blowing. While I usually felt most at peace when I was lying around with Maggie, this was a close second. The setting sun warmed my skin as I pulled into the driveway of my destination and threw open the door.
Greeting me like it always did, the Lunas’ house stood proud and tall, looking like it belonged anywhere but Wyoming. The white structure sported high windows with dark gray shutters and blue accents around the garage door windows. I inhaled a deep breath, imagining how incredible it would feel to build a place like this for Maggie and me. For our family. Sure, we lived in a beautiful cabin pulled straight from a Western Christmas movie, but I wanted a place we could truly call our own. A home with a playroom for a little cabbage—I was hoping for a mini-Maggie—and a backyard that stretched for miles. A place for Maggie to host dinner parties and make me play along until I couldn’t wait any longer to have her all for myself. Somewhere that would beours.
The door swung open seconds after I knocked, revealing a dressed-up Alvita holding back a small Black Labrador. The yellow collar around his neck jingled as he tried to rip himself from Alvita’s restraint, and his light eyes matched those of a little toddler’s. God, I couldn’t wait to be a dad.
“Jack! It’s so good to see you, darling. Come in before this puppy gets away from me.” She stepped backward to let me inside, and I instinctively leaned downward to block the dog should he break free.
“Hi, Alvita. How are you? Besides dealing with this beast,” I chuckled.
She gave me a knowing look. “Mike said he wanted a dog. Promised he would take care of it himself, but when he’s out on his horses, it falls on me.”
We walked into the living space together and stopped at the kitchen island where Lina, the polo instructor Maggie worked with, sat. “Hi, Jack,” she smiled. I had gotten to know her a little throughout the last few months of her working with Maggie. She was great, a little peppy for me at times, but I loved how close of a friend she had become to Maggie.
“Lina,” I nodded toward her and sat at the kitchen island. “How’s it going?”
“It’s going great! I’m working on getting some new clients for the school throughout the winter months. Hopefully, we can keep things going. Maybe even get some kids winter polo lined up,” she piped.
“That sounds awesome.”
Alvita sat at the island across from Lina and me with a charcuterie board, a bottle of Chardonnay, and three wineglasses. When she slid the board toward us, I raised my brows. “Alvita, you didn’t have to go all out. It was kind enough of you to host this at your house.”
“Oh, don’t be silly. I always love an excuse to make something special. After all, I don’t have my own kids to pamper like this.” Her soft voice was so soothing, so motherly, reminding me of the lost figure in my life. She was never particularly doting.
