Page 150 of Ly to Me

“You say that now.”

“I’m serious. When I said that in the truck, I didn’t want you thinking I meant that about everyone. I just meant that about everyone else—everyone who isn’t you.”

She rolled her lips in. “Good thing you stayed so safe for all those years, then.”

That had been rather easy. I hadn’t wanted anyone like I wanted her. I’m not even sure what I felt during those years of pointless sex could be called a ‘want’ to begin with.

“Yeah.” I rubbed the back of my neck.

“I didn’t think you were trying to trap me here with the contract. Not in that sense, with the loophole, I mean.”

“I get it. I was surprised by it, too. Guess I’d always wanted you to stay forever.”

“And make tiny Rolands?” She laughed.

I shrugged. “Kids wouldn’t be a bad thing for all this land, but I’m selfishly happy to have you all to myself for now. You can decide when that changes.”

Lyra moved the cup to her other side and scooted in closer to me. I settled my arm over her shoulders as she rested in the crook of my arm. “I’m happy to have you to myself, too.”

I kissed the top of her head. “Hope this is a welcome change of subject, but I invited your friend to come over. Stay a night or a few, whatever she wants.”

Lyra’s head tipped up, meeting my eyes. “I saw. She called—already on her way with a trunk full of liquor. Typical Sophia shit.” Her foot nudged mine. “Thank you.”

“Course, sweetheart.”

“I made breakfast this time. It’s nothin’ like what your mama could do, but I figured it was better than nothing.”

I angled her chin up with my fingers, the tips of them barely touching her skin as I leaned down and kissed the smile from her face, replacing it with a bigger one, complete with blushed cheeks and tousled, freshly-fucked hair.

“Are you sore?”

“A little. In a good way.”

My hand snaked down the channel of her throat, tightening just enough to feel her pulse pick up. “Did you already eat?” She tried to nod. “Good. When I let your pretty little neck go, I want you to run inside and start the shower.” I kissed her parted lips, then released her. She hesitated forone, two…three…four…

“Lyra, if you don’t run, I’ll fuck you right here, and I can’t guarantee someone won’t pull up and see us, let alone Dick.”

As if her pants had caught fire, she stood and bolted inside, leaving my cock to throb at the thought of fucking my wife in the shower.

“Holy shit!”

Sophia arrived about ten minutes ago, thankfully after our hour-long fuck fest where I claimed Lyra’s cunt, then her ass. Knowing she was dripping my cum while showing her friend around our home was turning my thoughts dirtier than they should be with company over.

“This house is beautiful,” her friend muttered.

“Nothing compared to Ly.”

Sophia turned and grinned at me. I wasn’t looking to get her friend’s approval, but as Lyra’s cheeks turned a cute shade of pink, I decided it was best for our future if I tried a little bit.

Probably wouldn’t need to try too hard, though. I knew how to charm.

Well, unless Grant fucked that all up.

His truck whipped into the driveway, bringing up dirt and dust like a whole storm was brewing through the window outside.

“Be right back.” Grabbing his things I’d boxed up, I toed my boots on and met him outside before he could come in.

“You guys square in there now or am I fixin’ to leave with my box and skip the whole pj time?”