"I know that." He glances over at me.
"I love you." His shoulders relax.
"I love you, too."
"And we'll have a big wedding later. War and Tova just had theirs, and now she's pregnant. This is their time."
“War knows about us.”
I stare at Z. “Wait, since when?” How am I only hearing this now? I have been keeping this from Tova because I didn’t want my brother War to find out! I would rather not put her in that situation. I was willing to take the hit and have her be pissed at me than for her to have to keep anything from her husband. I know I wouldn’t want to be put in a spot where I had to keep secrets from Z.
“Since I took off after you. At least that’s when he clued me into him knowing, but I’m sure my mouth didn’t help much that night I stumbled into his room.”
“Why didn’t you tell me? I didn’t tell Tova so she wouldn't have to keep things from her husband, but I guess my husband keeps things from me.” I fold my arms over my chest.
“This is our first married fight?” He smirks.
“No, it isn’t. Did you forget about Larry?”
“You know, you really shouldn’t assume Larry was male.”
“And you really shouldn’t assume Larry is a male name,” I clip right back, making him chuckle. Yay! I’ll take a chuckle over him being tense.
Over the past few weeks, I’ve seen another side to Z. One that isn’t laid-back and is quick to react. Whatever façade he might have been throwing up is long gone. That might be part of his unease if he thinks he can’t fake it any longer.
“Either way, you didn’t need to be petting Larry the hedgehog.”
“You never let me do anything fun.”
"I'll let you pet my dick later." I burst into laughter.
"You need to keep your dick in check."
"If you think we're sleeping in separate rooms, you've lost your damn mind."
"Oh, I'm going to sneak over to your room." I rub my hands together like I'm coming up with an evil plot.
"It wouldn't be the first time."
"Hey, I didn't sneak. I knocked and everything."
Z suddenly takes a turn off onto another road and pulls over. He unclicks my seat belt, pushing his seat back in the process before lifting me up and over the console into his lap so I’m straddling him.
"What's wrong?"
"What's wrong is that we are nearly at the house, and I wish to kiss my wife before I can no longer do so openly. It’s going to be the worst form of torture keeping my hands off you.” I melt into him.
"Okay." I tilt my head to the side. "You can kiss me. I'll allow it." His hand cups the back of my neck. A move he often makes now.
Even with Larry, Z had cupped the back of my neck, leading me gently away. It's possessive, and while annoying every now and then, it's all super freaking hot. Hey, don’t look at me, I can't help what does it for my vagina or the flutter of my heart. They want what they want.
"Don't think because you're pregnant, I won't spank your ass." I lick my lips. I've now received two spankings. If they're to deter me from doing something, it's not going to work.
"Challenge accepted," I deadpan.
"Brat," he says before pulling me in and kissing the ever-loving hell out of me. It quickly moves past a kiss. "I fucking love and hate your obsession with dresses." Z yanks my panties to the side. “Get me out,” he orders as his fingers slide through the folds of my sex.
I go for his belt, quickly undoing it and freeing his cock. I let out a moan when he thrusts a finger inside of me, the palm of his hand rubbing my clit at the same time. My dress bunches up around my waist.