Page 41 of Silver Spoon Falls, Vol. I

FRANCESCA

"I need a favor."

Razor glances up at me as soon as I stomp into his office at the bar, a smirk dancing on his lips. "How did I know I'd see you today?"

"No clue." I shrug. It's a lie. We both know damn well how he knows. My wife talks to his wife, who talks to him. And I'm guessing my wife told his wife that today was D-Day. As in, I can finally dick her down again day. After ten weeks, a motherfucker is desperate. Which is precisely why I'm here.

"Right," he says, leaning back in his chair with his hands linked behind his head. "So you aren't here to beg me and Adalynn to watch the kids while you do dirty shit to your wife?"

"What? Why would you ever think that?" I say, deadpan.

He laughs loudly. "You're a shit liar, Ryker."

I shrug, unrepentant. We may be twins, but I'm not talking to him about the things I do to my wife. Fuck no. That's between me and her. But I do need him to watch the kids tonight.

"You owe me for watching yours when you wanted to take Adalynn to Houston. You know, when you lost the keys to the handcuffs?"

He narrows his eyes on me. "I thought we agreed we were never going to speak about that again?"

"You agreed. I did no such thing." I grin widely. "I had to wake up Dillon to borrow a handcuff key and then drive my ass all the way to Houston in the middle of the night."

"I haven't forgotten," he snarls. "My wife was naked under those covers."

"Whose fault is that? You're the one who forgot the key."

"I didn't forget it. I misplaced it." He scratches the side of his head with his middle finger before huffing a breath. "She still won't let me buy a new pair of cuffs."

"Serves your dumbass right. You going to watch the kids?"

"Yeah, we'll watch them." He meets my gaze. "Word of advice? Don't handcuff her, man."

"You know they make restraints, right? They don't even require a key." I grimace. "You know what? Forget I said that."

"Already forgotten. What time are you dropping off the kids?"

"Now."

"What the fuck?"

I smirk at him before stepping out into the hall where the kids are happily eating their ice cream cones while their baby sister snoozes in her car seat.

"Who wants to spend the night with Uncle Razor?" I ask.

The three oldest all cheer, rushing around me into his office. Our oldest daughter practically flings herself onto his lap, squealing. She smears ice cream all over him in the process, earning me a disgruntled look from my twin. But he scoops her up without hesitation anyway, saving his ire for me.

"Amelia ate an hour ago and then passed out. She'll want another bottle when she wakes up. All of their shit is already in your truck, including extra clothes. I tucked money for pizza in the pocket of the diaper bag."

"You owe me," he grumbles, but we both know he doesn't really mind. He'd do anything for my kids, the same way I'd do anything for his.

"Handcuffs, bitch. Handcuffs." I flip him off when the kids aren't looking and then kneel, calling them over to me.

They come rushing toward me. I kiss all over their little faces, smearing their ice cream all over me in the process. I don't care. They're fucking happy, so I'm happy.

Christ, these kids are my world, just like their mama.

"Behave tonight, babies," I murmur. "We'll pick you up first thing in the morning.

" That's a lie. Francesca won't last the whole night before she's ready to go get them.

But that's all right. We're both happiest when they're tucked into their own beds.

I just want a few hours alone with their mama first.

***

As soon as my wife strides through the front door calling my name, I'm on her, my dick so hard it hurts.

"Ryker!" she gasps, jumping a foot in the air before her arms loop around my neck. "You scared the bejesus out of me!"

"Should I apologize on my knees or with you on your back, sunshine?" I grunt, hauling her up into my arms to carry her up to our room. "Or with you bent over the couch? Take your pick."

"Couch," she moans. "And then the other places."

"Doc cleared you?"

"Yes."

"Good," I grunt, changing course to head for the sofa. It's a helluva lot closer anyway.

"Where are the kids?"

"I dropped them off with Razor an hour ago." I tangle my hand in her hair, pulling her mouth down to mine for a greedy kiss. "Even gave them ice cream first."

Her soft laugh fades to a moan as I grind her against my already hard cock.

Christ, I'm dying here. Watching her grow with my babies is the highlight of my life.

She's stunning when she's pregnant, and she's the best mother.

But those weeks when I'm not allowed to touch her while she heals? Those are torture for both of us.

I try like hell to make them as easy as possible for her, but I know it kills her, too.

She tries every which way she can to get me to give in and fuck her early, but I always manage to hold out until Dr. Elsabet gives the all-clear.

There's no fucking way I'm going to risk hurting her when she's the center of my world. It'd destroy me to cause her pain.

But that's not an issue now. She's all mine tonight.

I kiss her until she's mewling against my lips and shoving my shirt up my body, and then I drop her to her feet, spinning her around.

She whimpers as I pull her clothes from her body, running my hands all over her in the process.

By the time I bend her over the back of the sofa, she's dripping wet and squirming, already desperate for me.

"Ryker!" she sobs, her head flying back when my hand comes down on her right cheek in a hard smack. My other plunges between her legs to play with her perfect pussy.

"That's for teasing me for the last three weeks, sunshine," I growl, nipping her ear. And then I smack her again. "And that's for being so goddamn perfect." I swat her ass again. "And that's because I know how much you love feeling my hand against your ass."

"I do," she moans. "God, I love it so much."

I know she does. The little minx finds every way she can to earn a spanking just because she loves feeling my hand against her ass and the sting it leaves behind.

I drop to my knees behind that perfect ass, my gaze running over the red marks I left behind. Goddamn, they look good.

"Ryker!" she shouts when I bury my face in her pussy from behind, growling like a wild animal. It's what she turns me into. She tastes so damn good.

I lick and suck and fuck her with my tongue while she rocks against my face, babbling my name. She shatters with a keening cry, soaking me in her juices the way I fucking love.

Before she has a chance to come down, I'm on her again, my weight pinning her over the back of the couch as I rip through the buttons of my jeans, desperate to get inside her again.

"Ten weeks," I groan against her ear. "Might as well be a lifetime without this pussy, sunshine."

"Please, please. Hurry. I need you."

I line myself up at her entrance, one hand gripping her shoulder as I sink into her. We both moan, the sound bleeding together as her heat engulfs the head of my cock.

"Fuck," I groan, already panting. "You feel so fucking good, Francesca. Are you okay?"

"Yes. God, yes. Give me more," she demands.

I take my time despite her pleas, making damn sure I don't hurt her. It's her first time since she gave birth to Amelia. I want it to be good for her. Nah, that's a lie. I want it to be perfect for her.

By the time I'm balls deep, I'm hanging on by a thread, and she's chanting my name, begging me to fuck her already. Somehow, I manage to stay still for a long moment anyway, giving her time to adjust. Giving myself time to revel.

"I love you, sunshine," I whisper against the side of her throat.

"I love you too. God, Ryker, Please."

What little control I have left snaps in two. I cant my hips back until I damn near slip out and then yank her back onto my cock.

She sobs my name, her body clenching around me.

"That's it," I groan, so tangled up in bliss I can't breathe through it. Christ, it's always perfect with her, always better than the last time.

How the fuck did I ever live without her? How did I go through most of my life without even knowing she existed? I barely even remember those years now. The last five are too vivid and bright, eclipsing everything before.

I slam into her again and again, groaning how good she feels, how much I love her, and how fucking perfect she is. All three are true. She is perfect. I love her so much it's unreal. And she feels so goddamn good I want to cry.

She shatters with a startled gasp, as if it hit out of nowhere.

I bury my face in her throat, roaring as her inner muscles clamp around my cock, ripping my own orgasm from me.

It's so fucking intense I can't breathe.

All I manage to do is cling to her and thank God that she's mine.

My wife, the mother of my children, and my world.

"Ryker," she whimpers, trembling beneath me when I peel her off the back of the couch, scooping her up into my arms.

I dip my head, raining kisses across her face with my heart in my throat. My legs threaten to give out beneath me, so I collapse onto the couch with her sprawled across my lap.

We never make it to the bedroom. Instead, we fuck on the couch three more times before she's too sensitive for another round.

We cuddle together in the silence afterward, her head against my chest and my arms around her, just enjoying each other and the momentary peace of the house. Without the kids here, it's so fucking quiet it's almost eerie.

"We can go get them soon, right?" she whispers, peeking up at me.

"Yeah." I grin down at her. "We can go get them soon, sunshine."

The furrow between her brow smooths, a smile curling at the corners of her lips. "Did I ever tell you that you're my favorite pain-in-the-butt hotel guest?"

"Maybe a few times."

"Good." She pats my chest, yawning, as she lays her head over my heart again. "Because it's true."

I chuckle, holding her tightly.

Fuck, my life is perfect.