Page 160 of Between Passion and Revenge: Part Two

“Bring that pussy over here. Now,” I command, sweat rolling down my neck. But in response, Shae hums and works me over once, twice?—

“Shae!” I bark, and she pops off my dick with a laugh and wipes her shiny lips with the back of her hand.

“Okay, okay, grumpy,” she says with ayipwhen I flip her skirt up and slap her ass cheek.

“Getmypussy on this dick, Sweetness,” I grind out, and she makes a face, as if thinking about the order. When she stalls a little too long, I take her from where she’s positioned in the footwell and slide her up to straddle my body.

“Ride me, Sweetness,” I say, shoving my face between her breasts.

“What’s the magic word?” she teases.

Marry me. That’s what comes to mind, but instead, I say, “Please.”

Shae gives me a slow, perfect smile before lifting and impaling herself on my hardness.

“Fuck,” we both grind out when she finds her rhythm, and I pull her toward me, latching onto her tight nipple.

“Touch me, Storm,” she whispers in broken words. One of my hands goes to her clit while the other makes a slow trek around her hip and over the globe of her ass. Picking up some of the cream we’re making, I press my middle finger to her rosebud. Not breaching her, just applying pressure.

Shae makes an incoherent sound, and after a few moments, her pace picks up as she chases release. When I feel her cunt flutter around my dick, I follow her over the edge, holding her down so she gets every drop of my release.

Our foreheads kiss as we catch our breaths, and Shae’s the one who breaks the moment.

“We’ve got to figure out a different way to do this. I’m getting too old for car sex,” she says. I quirk an eyebrow.

“Well, you could always move into my room,” I say, and Shae rolls her eyes. “Or I could move into yours. I’m flexible like that.”

Shae sighs and gives me a short look before sliding off my lap.

“I don’t want the kids to be confused,” she says, and I bite back my frustration, because this is her go-to statement. I’m trying to be patient, but since we re-committed to each other three weeks ago, it’s been like this: stolen moments in closets and garages; entering rooms after the twins are asleep and leaving after an hour in case they wake up from a nightmare.

“I don’t want to confuse them either,” I say, putting my dick away. “With that said, when will you feel comfortable moving forward?”

Ah, there it is. That uncomfortable lip-biting, hand-wringing expression she gives me every time I bring this up.

“Sweetness,” I say, running my finger along her jawbone. “Rai’s been asking me when we’re going to get married.Apparently, he’s been talking to your mother, and she mentioned something about ‘living in sin’ to him.”

Shae’s jaw drops.

“I’ll talk to her, because what the hell!”

I wave the concern away.

“I’m not worried because you know how I feel about the situation,” I say with a shrug. Shaedoesknow how I feel about everything. She knows I want to make her my wife, build a home with her and our children.

And as soon as I can convince her to get rid of that IUD, even more babies. Pregnancies and births I’ll be there for.

My chest warms at the thought.

Shae gawks at me for a second before looking down at her lap.

“Tempest is pretty upset about their birthday,” she says with a grimace. I feel like shit that the kids can’t go to Tokyo. Even though their trip is supposed to be months away, it ultimately felt better to say no now rather than later, in case things went really sideways.

I shake my head, focusing back on Shae.

“Maybe we could make some headway if you agreed to letting me have one-on-one time with Tempest,” I say, and Shae’s walls go right back up. I drop my head back against the rest.

“Shae, c’mon,” I say, my eyes closed and heaving a sigh. “I’m not gonna hurt her.”