Page 39 of Silver Spoon Falls, Vol. I
RYKER
One Year Later
"Sunshine, if you don't get your cute ass out here, you're going to be late for your own graduation!" I say, poking my head in the bedroom, only to find my wife still half-naked, standing in front of the mirror. I stop bitching, my gaze drifting down her gorgeous body. Fuck me, she's stunning.
She grows more beautiful every damn day.
I know this because I've spent the last year dropping her off on campus every fucking day.
There are far too many men in the criminal justice field.
I don't like it. We need more women. Both because they deserve a place and because it means fewer men looking at my wife. Win-win.
"Hold your horses, High and Mighty," she says, eyeing me in the mirror. "Your son threw up on me."
"I told you to let me feed him."
"I know." She shoots me an impish, unapologetic smile. "But he's cuddly and adorable and you don't have boobs." She shrugs. "Sorry."
"Oh, I've got tits, sunshine," I growl, sidling up to her from behind to wrap my arms around her. I run my hands up her soft waist, cupping her tits through her bra. "I've got the best pair of tits in the world right here."
"Are you claiming ownership over my boobs?" she asks, leaning her head back against my shoulder.
"Possession is nine-tenths of the law, Francesca."
“Oh, yeah?” Her eyes grow dark with lust, her mouth popping open.
“Mmhmm,” I hum, nuzzling my face into her throat. I’m half-tempted to say to hell with her graduation and start the celebration early. But she’s worked far too hard for me to be greedy and let her miss this, especially since she’s graduating with honors. My girl is fucking smart.
“This is good news for me,” she moans. “It means I’m the proud owner of a giant co–”
I spin her around, taking her mouth in a deep kiss before she can finish that sentence and get herself into trouble.
If she starts talking him up, I’ll have to take him out and remind her just how completely she owns him.
And then we really will miss her graduation.
I refuse to let that happen. My mission in life now is keeping this woman happy, and that means making sure she doesn’t miss a single fucking minute or forget for a second that she can do anything.
She’s a goddess. My goddess. Somehow, she finds a way to make me fall in love with her and that smart mouth all over again every day.
Life with her is a never-ending adventure.
I don’t miss the CIA. I don’t miss a fucking thing.
How can I when I only started living the day I booked a room at the Silver Spoon Falls Inn?
“Enough of that,” I growl against her lips, tapping her on the ass. “You’ll get to play with your cock after you walk your sexy ass across the stage to get your degree, sunshine.”
“Well, you’re no fun,” she mumbles against my lips, making me chuckle. “I want to get off now and later.”
“Three thousand, eight hundred, and seventy-two.”
Her lips curve against mine. “Your hand is going to get tired way before my ass does, you know.”
“Sunshine.” I pull back to look at her, cocking a brow. “I’ll be ninety in the nursing home, still ready to spank that luscious ass.” I grip it in my palms to demonstrate, dragging her up against my body. “My hand will never get tired of spanking thing sexy fucking thing.”
“Yay me,” she whispers, licking her lips.
I groan and press my lips to hers in a hard kiss before setting her away from me. “Get dressed.”
“Yes, sir ,” she says, rolling her eyes.
“Three thousand, eight hundred, and seventy-eight.”
“You skipped like six numbers, Ryker!” she protests through laughter.
“Uh, no. I’ve added one for every time you made my dick throb since I gave you the last count.”
Her eyes immediately drop to my cock, heating a thousand degrees. Jesus. My girl is itching for me to get her pregnant again. The baby is barely two months old, but fuck it. If she wants to play, I’ll plant another kid in her. She glowed her whole pregnancy.
She shakes her head as if to clear it and then takes a reluctant step away to go get dressed. I quickly grab her, pulling her back into my arms. What can I say? It’s where she belongs.
“I can’t wait until Monday,” I murmur.
Her smile lights up the whole room. “Me neither. I get to harass you full-time.”
“I think you mean I get to fuck you over my desk whenever I feel like it,” I correct, making her smile grow.
Since I no longer work for the CIA, we opened a forensic data firm here in town.
We assist law enforcement agencies and private firms throughout the state with everything from forensic accounting to computer forensics to forensic data analysis.
Come Monday, Francesca will be working with me full-time instead of only part-time. I can’t wait. We even have a nursery set up for Rory at the office. My girl wants to keep him with us for as long as possible instead of sending him to daycare, and I always give her what she wants.
Truth be told, I want him with us, too. I fucking hate sharing him with anyone…
which means everyone is forever trying to hold him just to piss me off.
We should move to Bolivia before we have the next baby.
That way I don’t have to share my wife or my babies with anyone.
My wife probably won’t go for that, but a motherfucker can dream, right?
“You already fuck me over your desk, Ryker,” she reminds me.
“Not often enough, sunshine,” I growl, palming her left tit. “Not nearly often enough.”
She laughs softly. “You’re impossible, you know that?”
“No. I’m married to the sexiest fucking woman I’ve ever met,” I correct, thumbing her nipple through her bra. “And she keeps my dick hard. There’s a difference.”
“Oh,” Francesca moans.
“I also happen to love her beyond all reason.” I brush my lips across her temple. “She’s the center of my world.”
“Ryker.”
“And the reason my heart beats.”
“Ryker,” she says again, softer this time.
“I’m getting her pregnant again tonight, sunshine.”
She moans, melting into me like butter. “Yes.”
“It wasn’t a question. I’m getting you pregnant for graduation. We both know you want it more than the other present I got you,” I murmur. The other present is a platinum necklace with a pendant shaped like the sun. A single South Sea pearl nestles inside.
“You could start now,” she suggests, as tempting as ever.
I don’t have to answer. Rory does it for me. He lets out a loud wail.
“Darn,” she says, making me chuckle. The horny minx.
“Tonight,” I growl, nipping her throat. “Get ready to go, sunshine. I’ll get our boy.”
“Okay. I love you, Ryker.”
“I love you, sunshine.” I press my lips to her forehead, lingering for a moment as I breathe her in. “Every damn piece of you.”
“Lucky me,” she breathes.