“Love you, Skinny.”
His entire body relaxes and softens at my words. “Love you too, beautiful, so much. And I love our babies too. I can’t wait to meet them.”
Shifting up so I can reach his mouth, I press my lips to his in a soft kiss before moving back.
“Shower, and then we’ll let the family know the news.”
“Sounds like a plan,” he agrees, sitting up suddenly and scooping me into his arms before walking towards the bathroom.
I squeal in surprise and then laugh as happiness fills me. It still amazes me that, all these years later, this man is mine.
CHAPTER 11
SKINNY
‘God, I love this woman,’I thought as I powered up into her, biting my lip as a low groan left me as she clenched her dripping wet pussy around my rock-hard cock. I’d been teasing us both for hours. There was nothing like delayed gratification. I’d been hard ever since I’d made her come before we left the clinic. She’d been tired, so I let her sleep, but there was no stopping me when she made it clear what she wanted.
I’d confined her hands with her T-shirt because I knew if she touched me, I’d be fucking her into the mattress before I’d had the chance to tease her. And I loved to tease her. Josie had always been responsive, but I’d noticed that she was far more so now. And I fucking loved every minute.
The way she came undone for me always had me hard as a rock and wanting to keep teasing her. I never could, though, because while I loved teasing her, I loved the feel of her pussy constricting my cock even more as we both came. There was no other feeling like it in the world except maybe when we held each other after coming down from our orgasms. When she was soft and sated, lying in my arms, it always made me feel like I wanted to beat my chest and announce to the world that I’d rocked my woman’s world.
And Jesus, every time she told me she loved me, I had no name for the feeling that rocked through me other than it seemed to fillup all the empty cracks and crevices in my heart until I felt fit to burst.
Knowing we had to get going, I scoop Josie up and take her laughing to our bathroom. It had taken me over a year when we first got together to get her to relax about me carrying her. For some reason, she thought she was too heavy, but she wasn’t. Yes, she had an abundance of curves, but she was in no means fat. To me, she was perfect in every way and form. I love her from the depths of my soul, and to this day, I don’t know what I’d done to deserve her. But I give thanks every day that she is in my life.
Putting Josie down when we reach the bathroom, I reach in and start the shower. When it has heated, only then do I let her get into the shower. Picking up the bottle of shower gel she likes, I squirt some on my hands and wash my woman.
As I trace my hands over my wife’s lush curves, I have to remind myself that we have to be at the hotel in the next half hour. “Stop it,” Josie laughs, pushing my hands away from her. “We don’t have time, Mr. Adams. You wash you, and I’ll finish washing me,” she instructs me.
“Fine,” I grumble, even knowing she’s right. Josie rinses the soap off her body while I wash mine. I wince a little as my hand runs over my shoulder, thinking,‘What the hell?’
I turn, glance in the mirror above the sink, and then smirk proudly at my wife’s teeth marks on my shoulder.
“What are you looking at?” Josie asks, pushing past me and grabbing a towel off the rail and wrapping it around her.
Pointing at my shoulder, I say, “I’m looking at the mating mark you gave me.”
Josie snorts with laughter. “Mating mark? What are you like? I was returning the favour for the bruises on my hips.”
“What bruises?” I demand, turning her around so I can see what she’s talking about. I’d never want to hurt her.
“Relax,” Josie says, laughing up at me, “I love the feeling of having your hands on me hours after we’ve made love.”
“I’d never want to hurt you,” I tell her.
Her gaze softens, and she rises to her toes, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth. “I know, honey. And you never have,” she assures me, then pats me on the chest. “Now hurry up, I’m starving.”
Turning away, she leaves the bathroom. I hurry through the rest of my shower before switching it off and following my wife out of the bathroom.
We’re running a little late, and everyone has already occupied the family table by the time we make it there, kids included.
“Late, Unca Skinny,” Alana frowns at us before shovelling a mouthful of what looks like macaroni cheese into her mouth.
“I know, baby girl, I’m sorry. Aunt Josie had a nap, and I was late waking her up,” I tell her, kissing the top of her head as we walk past them to our seat.
“A nap, huh? I bet that’s why you’re late,” Cairo smirks, and the rest of the adults chuckle. I grin and then grin wider when Josie slaps Cairo on the back of the head, telling him, “Don’t be a rude jackass. I’m pregnant, and I was tired.”
Cairo looks contrite while rubbing the back of his head, “Sorry, Josie, I forgot you were growing giant spawn.”
