Page 46 of Mic Drop (Passionate Beats #3)

All resistance drains out of my body, and I drag my wife to me, savoring how she fits like a missing puzzle piece.

Against my chest, her entire being shakes.

I kiss the top of her head, then look down the beach to see Elias walking away.

Tipping my head backward, I look up to the pool area.

All of my friends give me their thumbs up, and return to partying.

Luke’s the last one to turn, lifting his beer high in the air.

My attention zeroes in on my wife. I bring my fingers under her chin and lift her head to mine. Gray eyes, reminiscent of Faith’s, are filled with tears. “Hey, don’t cry. I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

Her pink tongue darts out. “I was awful to you. I don’t deserve you.”

“Sweetheart,” I step back because I want her to hear me.

My hands lift to her shoulders and press down, needing her to be calm and hear what I’m saying.

“I love you with everything I am. I’ve been miserable without you, hoping in vain to see you around corners, and not sleeping.

I know grief drove you to do this horrible thing, but it can be undone. ”

“The divorce papers aren’t being filed, Bennett. Never.” She takes a deep breath. “I burned them.”

Her words give me the last push I needed.

“It’s just you and me against the world from now on.

Faith raised a fantastic daughter, and now I have the opportunity to be at your side since she can’t.

I’m here, holding you, because you make my world sing.

” I smile. “You fixed my groin pull, but you did much more than that. You gave me love, excitement, and friends.”

“Friends?”

“Luke. The band. You made me realize they are not simply my coworkers, but my friends . I’ve let them in, and it’s awesome. But I wasn’t complete, because you weren’t here.”

“I’m here now,” she breathes.

I don’t know which one of us makes the first move.

Whether I pull her body to mine, or she presses against me, it doesn’t matter.

The next thing I know we’re kissing as if our lives depend on it.

Which they sort of do. Without her, I cannot function.

Without me, I pray she’s learned she can’t either.

Together, though, the whole world sings the most amazing song ever created .

My hands roam up and down her body, ending on her ass and tugging her tighter against my already rock-hard body. I trail kisses down her neck, which she extends. A groan starts low in my belly.

“I want to make love to you for hours,” I whisper.

“I want that too.” Her hand skims across my bare chest, her fingers following the ridges of my muscles, and ending at my bathing suit’s waistband.

I take a moment to glance around, to figure out where I can lay her down and have my way with her.

All I see is the beach. I bring my lips to her ear.

“While I don’t care about getting naked with you right here, right now, I don’t want to have sand between me and those leather pants Nese has me wearing onstage. ”

“Huh?” She looks up at me. Her eyes are filled with trust. Love. And desire—so much desire.

My fingers clutch her delightful ass. “Unless you want sand in every single one of your unmentionables, I think we should take this to my room.”

Recognition blooms. “Oh. Can I have one more kiss before we make that long trek?”

“Sweetheart, you can have as many as you can handle, and then some.” I close the distance between us and score her lips with my tongue.

Her arms encircle my neck as she returns my ardent kisses. Bending down, I lift her off her feet. “Wrap those gorgeous legs around my waist.” As soon as she complies, I abandon my solitary spot on the beach and stride toward the house.

She breaks our kiss, but I don’t break my stride. “Your groin pull?”

“I’m over it. I promise to show you just how much.”

Jenna’s smile can be seen from space. “I can’t wait.”

Me neither . As I cross the lawn, I hear clapping. Both of our heads swivel to the side, where everyone claps. Well, all the guys do. Some of the groupies appear pissed, but I don’t care. My friends know what this reunion means to me .

Jenna faceplants into my chest, which causes me to laugh. I buss her cheek. “It’s been too long, I need to fuck you so bad. The guys can wait.” In response, her forehead bounces against me. I wink at my friends and continue toward the door, their catcalls and cheers our soundtrack.

In what feels like hours, although was merely minutes, we’re inside the house and I’m climbing the stairs to my room. Using my foot, I kick the door shut. “I finally have my wife alone.” She slides down my body.

“You do. And you’re not even out of breath. I’m impressed.”

“Believe me, Sweetheart, we’re both going to be panting in no time. Strip.”

Her sandals hit the tiled floor. She turns her back to me. “Can you unzip me?”

My already hard cock begs to be released from my bathing suit. “With more pleasure than you’ll ever know.”

A slow and steady zip rings throughout the bedroom. I kiss the crook between her neck and shoulder as the dress falls to the floor. Before she can even take a breath, I unclasp her light blue bra and toss it aside.

Standing before me in only light blue panties, she turns to face me once more. “I love you, Bennett. I’m sorry for what I put you through. How can I make it up to you?”

“Tell me you love me every day for the rest of our lives.” My left hand, complete with the chunky wedding ring that I’ve never taken off, grasps one side of her panties.

“Fill my world with happiness.” My right hand does the same on the opposite side.

“Give me babies one day.” I haul them down her legs.

“Yes, Bennett. Yes to all those things.” Her fingers touch the top of my waistband. When I don’t move, she pulls them down and licks her lips.

I can tell she wants to give me a blow job, but that’s not what we need in this moment. “No.”

Her hand flies in front of her face. “ No?”

I shake my head. “Well, yes, but later. This time, I want to make love with you like a husband does with his wife. You can take care of him later.” I push her locks behind her ears. “But there’s one thing I have to do before then.”

“What on earth?”

I walk away and open the top drawer of my dresser, pulling out my most prized possession.

I return to her and drop to my knee. Her hand covers her mouth.

“Jenna. Wife. My biggest fan. I asked you this before when I didn’t have a ring.

Then we got married before our families and friends.

” I flip open the ring box, holding her engagement and wedding rings.

“Now, I want to put these on you and make love with you wearing only them. I love you. Will you be mine, forever?”

With a slight tremor, she extends her left hand. “Yes! A thousand times yes!”

I slide the rings back on her finger where they belong. I kiss the diamond as I rise to my full height. “Now, I want to bury myself inside you so deep you’ll never forget these vows.”

“Never.”

She brings her head to mine, and we kiss and lick and stroke and caress and nibble and thrust and climax. And, like I promised her earlier, pant.

So much panting.