“I missed you.” My voice cracks at the end. The things I feel for Cole—the sheer magnitude of my feelings—scare me at times like these. My dick is still buried inside him, but I don’t want to roll off him yet. I want to stay here, breathing him in, whispering how much I love him until the morning sun streams through the canopy of leaves overhead.
The key appears from his lips, and he spits it out amongst the leaves. “I missed you too.”
“Don’t leave me again.”
“We can’t be attached to the hip twenty-four-seven.”
“Says who? I’ll kill them for putting such nonsense ideas in your head.”
Chuckling, he shifts onto his back, and I reluctantly let him. My cock misses his heat already.
Squirming, he tries to free his cuffed hands trapped behind his back. “Space is good sometimes. Would you have fucked me this fiercely if I hadn’t been gone?”
I scoff. “What kind of a question is that? Of course I would have.”
Instead of replying, he blinds me with his smile. It’s effortless for Cole. His smiles were always rare until recently, but they never lost their potency. “I love you so fucking much.” He lifts his head off the ground and kisses my nose. “Guess what?”
I peck his lips, whispering, “Tell me?”
More squirming. Cole nips my bottom lip. “We got our happy ending.”
My heart clenches with a surge of happiness, which used to be a foreign emotion but now makes an appearance every time Cole whispers sweet nothings that don’t includeyou’re insane.Those kind of phrases are reserved for the bedroom with all his other colorful word choices.
“You say that like our story is over.”
“You defeated the villain.”
“There are plenty more villains hiding in the shadows. My job as your husband is never done.”
“What other villains?” His voice drips with contagious humor.
“Your team’s physiotherapist, for one. He’s on my kill list.”
“Isn’t our dentist on that list?”
“Of course. He’s had his fingers in your mouth more times than I can count.”
“Uh-huh… What about our doctor?”
“Mr. Greenwell? Have you not noticed? He magically disappeared after he suggested future prostate exams.”
Cole’s eyes glitter. Overhead, the sky is slowly lightening. “Mr. Greenwell was in the produce section last week, remember?”
“Weird. He must have a twin brother.”
Cole laughs, the sound doing wicked, dangerous things to my heart. It’s like being blinded by a thousand suns.
“Are you gonna remove these cuffs now?”
“Ask nicely, and I’ll think about it.”
Cole sinks his teeth into his lip to stop from laughing. “Please, my beautiful, amazing, considerate husband, will you free me from these handcuffs so I can show you properly how much I missed you while I was away.”
“Amazing, huh? Beautiful.” I wink, reaching for the key, my fingers sliding through leaves and pines.
I pause and frown. Noticing, Cole asks, “What’s wrong?”
“The key…”
