“You’re not so bad yourself.” Her eyes peruse my body, and she licks her pouty lips as she watches me jerk my dick.
Images of her pouty mouth wrapped around my cock almost have me coming on the spot and give me an idea. “Flip around, head off the bed,” I growl as I stand.
She obeys immediately and dangles her head over the edge of the mattress, reaching for my cock. She strokes me with a tight grip, the way I like, and wiggles her brows at me. “What would you like me to do next, dear husband?”
“I’m still mad at you,” I grit out.
“Does that mean you’re going to take it out on me?”
“Fucking hell, Scarlett. I swear, sometimes...”
The wicked gleam in her eye fades, all humor gone for a moment, replaced with a serious expression. “I’m really sorry for scaring you, Levi. Please forgive me.”
I grip her chin and run my thumb over her lips. “I forgive you. My balls don’t, but they’ll deal.”
Scarlett grins and reaches out a hand, cupping my balls in her palm. “I’m sorry, Ball One and Ball Two.” She leans up and drags her tongue along my sack, then gives them a tug. The tip of my cock weeps, leaking precum down my shaft. “Better?”
I smirk down at my crazy-ass wife. Fuck, I love her so much. “All better.”
“Good, now fuck my face and make me come. I’ll race you.”
“Motherfucker,” I grit as Scarlett licks my dick from root to tip and swirls her tongue around my head, before taking me into her mouth and to the back of her throat.
I let Scarlett think she’s going to win, enjoying the feel of her mouth working me up and down, before I hinge forward and eat her out. She moans around my cock as I take her swollen clit into my mouth and flick the swollen bundle of nerves.
Even though Scarlett called it a race, we take our time. We savor each solitary minute wrapped up in each other, and then when the kids go to bed, we do it all over again.
My wife is the most gorgeous creature to walk the planet, and I am the luckiest man alive because she chose me. Scarlett gave me four beautiful children, a loving home full of life and laughter, and a marriage so full of love and devotion. I would do anything to make her happy the way she does for me.
Even get snipped.
seventeen
Callie
Three Days Until Christmas
Icollapseontothechaise lounge out on the back patio of the inn. I had no luck finding a gift for Eli at the local craft fair. Nothing felt right or like us.
“What am I going to do?” I sound whiny, and I hate it, but I’m exhausted. My feet hurt from standing for so long, shopping, taking pictures with a few kids, and signing autographs for them.
“You’re overthinking it,” Rylann chides.
Ever the caretaker, Talia hands me a bottle of water. “Drink up.”
“Don’t worry, Callie. You’ll think of something.” Emery rubs her hands over her belly as she leans back on the couch and props her feet up on the coffee table.
“I just want this to be perfect. Eli does so much for me, and I just want to do the same in return.”
“I know this is going to sound kind of obvious, but have you thought about singing him a song?” Rylann asks, taking a sip of her water.
My ears perk up. “That’s a fantastic idea, Rylann. He will love that. I just need to figure out the best song to sing on Christmas morning.”
Emery nibbles the inside of her cheek. “Are you sure you want to wait? We could set up a karaoke night on Christmas Eve, and we could all sing songs with the word ‘baby’ in them.”
“Oh, and you can go last and then reveal the surprise,” Talia gushes. “But I’m not singing.”
“You have to. No backing out now.” I turn to Emery, who is avoiding eye contact. “How about for Christmas dinner instead of morning? Then it can be the last gift of the day.”
