Since Lexa had Lauren, her curves have filled out even further. I can barely keep my hands off her on an ordinary day, let alone when she looks like this.
Apparently, there’s some kind of stigma that men stop finding their wives attractive after they’ve been pregnant, but if everyone is getting a fuller ass and bigger breasts, then who’s complaining? Only the mad or the very stupid, I imagine.
Lexa squeezes my hand and tugs me towards the dance floor.
“Do we really have to?” I complain.
“Yes, we do,” Lexa states.
“Why?”
“Because I want to.”
A great sigh heaves through my chest as I resign myself to the situation.
“Okay. If it’s something you really want, then I’m all in.”
“Good,” she mutters, pulling me into the center of the floor and kissing me gently on the lips.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Loretta’s voice sounds through a loudspeaker. “I present to you Alpha Kit and Luna Lexa. They are here to perform the formal dance that renews their union each year—a celebration of their vows. Enjoy.”
The crowd claps politely, and I hear a few irreverent cheers. Sweet strains of music float through the air, and I put my arms around Lexa and begin to move.
The dance is loosely based on a samba but has elements of a waltz as well. The steps are complex, and I have to use considerable athletic ability to spin and twirl. Some of the steps take me dangerously close to the edge of the floor, but I smoothly correct our course and spin Lexa back to the center.
Lexa moves with unbelievable grace, her every step smooth and fluid. She bends in my arms, dipping and twirling. As we dance, I can’t help but notice how gorgeous she is as her breasts sway and her hips shimmy.
Okay, maybe this is the point of the dance—to make us super horny for each other.
It’s fucking working.
The music increases in tempo, and so do our steps. The crowd starts to gasp and clap as the moves become more complex, and finally, we come together at the crescendo, finishing with a big dip. I pull Lexa back up into my arms. She laughs, breathless from the exertion.
“That was amazing!” she gasps. “I feel incredible. You looked great out there, babe.”
“So do you,” I murmur, my eyes glued to her chest.
She giggles. “I’m up here.”
“I’m aware,” I say, grinning. “But you’re down here, too.”
She presses herself against me, squeezing my hand as we leave the stage. Couples are coming up from the crowd, and new music is starting to play.
“It was good of you to bring back some of the formalities for Loretta,” I say.
“Well, I didn’t do it for just that reason,” Lexa says. “I thought they sounded important, and kind of fun.”
I chuckle. “Okay. You sold me on the fun. The dance was pretty great.”
We keep walking slowly towards the trees, leaving the party behind. Lexa looks at me and grins.
“Is Lauren in good hands?” she asks.
“I left her with Cass, so she’s probably surrounded by at least a dozen babysitters by now.”
“Wonderful,” Lexa says, leaning against me. “Let’s go and satisfy the rest of the tradition, then.”
“I’m sorry?”
