Page 51 of Wake Me Up (New England Bay Sharks #5)

One Month Later

T he kids went back to school today, and I’m a little nervous for them because it’s a new school, which is going to be a huge adjustment since up until now, they’ve gone to school with all the same kids.

Out of the three, Cane was the most nervous, but he’s thirteen now, and teenagers can be a little finicky anyway, I suppose.

I told him to text me if he needed anything but to try to make the best of it.

I’m hoping he’ll meet some kids with mutual interests, like baseball and basketball, and that’ll take the edge off his nerves.

Aviana was a tiny bit anxious but excited for the most part. She’s my social butterfly, and I have no doubt that she started her day off by making new friends.

Cash was just excited that their new school has a great hockey program, and that made it all worth it to him.

Sometimes, it makes me sad that he seems to have blinders on when it comes to life—only seeing hockey and all of his goals that surround it, but it’s his choice.

And like Tripp has told me time and time again, if he has a passion, we should keep it going for him.

I pull into the campus of New England University, driving slow and taking my time. I think this is the first time I’ve driven here completely alone, and I want to take it in. Turning the corner, I follow the road that leads to the arena and pull into a parking space.

Reaching across the seat, I grab the to-go box and push my door open before swinging my hip against it to knock it closed. Tripp had a meeting this morning, but he doesn’t have practice for a few hours, and I thought I’d surprise him with lunch.

And maybe a little something else if I think we can get away with it …

Having three kids always around means we can’t just have sex whenever we feel like it.

But now they are at school, and when he told me he wasn’t coming home for lunch today, I put on some sexy lingerie that I’d ordered a few weeks ago under my leggings and crewneck, and here I am, walking through the stadium doors.

I walk past the closed concession stands, hearing skates on the ice, making me think I misunderstood Tripp when he told me his schedule, but when I look out, I see it’s the women’s hockey team, and I actually stop in my tracks to watch for a moment because they all look so freaking badass.

After a few minutes of watching them running through drills, I continue on my mission to find my husband. I didn’t tell him I was coming by, and I’m really hoping to catch him off guard—but in the best way possible.

Cade’s door is closed, but his shades are open, showing the dark room and telling me he’s not here. I walk down the hallway a little farther to find Tripp’s door halfway open, but the lights are off. Knocking on the wood, I poke my head in, surprised to see him sitting at his computer.

His face lights up, and he grins at me before sitting up. “Hey, darlin’,” he says, walking around the desk and wasting no time kissing me. “This is a good surprise. How’s the house today? Quiet without the kids?”

I set the to-go bag on his desk and slide my hands around his waist. “Mmhmm. I figured I’d drop by and surprise my hardworking husband.” I look around. “What, is the university trying to save energy? Why is it so dark in here?”

“Because if I keep my lights out, I can work on my computer, and no one thinks I’m in here.” He kisses the top of my head, his talking muffled against my hair. “So, I can actually get some work done.”

I pull back, narrowing my eyes at him. “Well, fine then. I can take a hint, asshole.” I scoff, nodding toward the bag on his desk. “There’s your lunch. I’ll leave you to it.”

His hands grip my sides, and he barks out a laugh. “I didn’t mean you, sweetheart,” he says, clearly amused. “I just finished up this week’s practice schedule anyway.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “Which means I’ve got nothing but time for my sexy-ass wife.”

I cock my chin upward at him, my lips tilting into a mischievous smirk, and I nod. “That was the correct answer.”

Gripping his shirt, I narrow my eyes. “Go sit in the chair, Coach. ”

I give him a teensy shove backward before I walk to the door and push it shut before twisting the lock. The blinds are already closed, but I check one more time to be sure before I start toward him. He hasn’t sat down yet, but stands in front of his chair, eyeing me over curiously.

“I said, sit down.” I slowly unzip my hoodie, pushing it back off my shoulders and exposing the bra I had custom made.

His pupils dilate as he takes in the sight of the sheer blue bra with his jersey number on the nipples in navy—just like the Sharks’ colors.

I push the hoodie the rest of the way off, sending it into a pile on the ground as he sinks down in his chair.

“That’s my good boy,” I coo, kicking my shoes off. “And good boys get rewards, don’t they, baby?”

A low, unhinged hiss leaves his lips at the same time I hook my fingers inside my leggings and peel them down. I go slow, pushing them the rest of the way down and kicking them on the floor. I do a full circle, showing off the crotchless panties with his jersey number fabricated in the front.

I strut toward him, dragging my fingertips along his desk as I round it. Reaching forward, I run my hands down his body, stopping at the buttons of his pants and popping it open. I fumble with the zipper, tugging it downward before I begin to tug on the fabric to force them down.

Once he lifts his hips, I free his hard, long, and thick cock, and my mouth waters in anticipation. I drop to my knees, positioning myself under his desk, and slap my palms on his thighs.

“Tell me what you want, Coach .”

His dick jumps at my words, and his teeth scrape against his bottom lip roughly.

“I want you to be my perfect little slut and suck my dick,” he says, mid-groan. “And I don’t want you to stop sucking it until cum is dripping down your throat. ”

“Yes, sir,” I coo, pushing my hair behind my shoulders and bringing my head forward.

I stare up at him, eating up the look in his eyes right now. He looks like a crazed animal, and I can’t wait to watch him come undone for me.

“Fuck-ing … right,” I practically whimper as my wife deep-throats me.

Her perfect, full lips stay wrapped around my cock while her body rocks back and forth as her knees drive into the carpet.

“I don’t know what’s hotter.” I somehow force the words out through the pure ecstasy of my dick being in her throat.

“You wearing that sexy lingerie with my jersey number or your lips stretching to accommodate my fat cock.” I fist her hair, forcing her eyes back to mine once more.

“Or … how fucking turned on you get, just from sucking me off. You love it, don’t you, my little slut? ”

She nods against my dick, whimpering as she continues to bob back and forth on it.

“I bet that pussy is dripping, isn’t it? Don’t worry; I plan to devour you after you make me come.”

She grabs my free hand, bringing it to her huge tits, and my balls instantly tingle. I run my fingers over the number patches that cover her perfect pink nipples before I push the bra down, exposing the hottest set of tits I’ve ever laid eyes on.

I take both hands and keep them right on her tits while she slides back, letting her tongue roll around the tip of my dick before taking me deep again.

She moans loudly, loving having her tits played with, and when my cock hits the back of her throat and she gags, I take my right hand and forcefully keep my dick deep in her throat, feeling her gag again.

But through her gags, she’s still moaning.

My balls draw up clear fucking inside of me, and I explode, shooting cum deep inside of her.

I pull myself out just far enough for her to stop gagging.

Within seconds, she’s graciously swallowing me down, making sure she gets every last drop before she swipes her tongue over the tip.

“My beautiful wife knows I like my cock licked clean, doesn’t she?” I utter, my body still shaking as I run my thumb across her bottom lip. “Good job, baby. Now, turn around and lie against my desk.”

Greedily, she twirls around and leans forward, pressing her tits and stomach to the top of my desk.

I grip her hips, pulling them back a little until her ass is right in my face.

Her crotchless panties give me a beautiful view of her pussy, but they block her ass so I tear them off to give myself a better look.

“I can’t decide what I want to devour first,” I growl, biting down on her ass cheek. “This tight ass or your soaked pussy.” I slide my hand between her legs, rubbing my fingers against her heat. “Goddamn, you’re fucking drenched.”

She moans, and I tsk her.

“I can’t have you bringing attention to my office, Freya. That’ll get me in trouble.”

I look around my desk before I spot a package of briefs that a sponsor dropped off, along with a bunch of other ones for the guys to try out, and I tear one out. Walking around the desk, I sink down in front of her.

“Can I trust you to be quiet, or does that slutty mouth need to be stuffed with something other than my cock?”

Just from my words, she grinds herself against my desk, whimpering, and I shake my head.

“That’s what I thought, and I haven’t even driven my tongue inside that ass yet.”

Bringing the cloth to her lips, I glare down at her. “Open wide, baby.”

When her lips part, I stuff just enough of the material in it to silence her sounds, but I don’t fully gag her. “You’re such a fucking good girl, baby. So fucking good.”

Walking back around behind the desk, I hover over her, bringing my mouth to her ear and flicking my tongue against her neck.

“Do you know how hard it makes me when you flip that switch and turn into my pretty little slut?” I growl, knowing she wants to moan out loudly, but all she can do is make a muffled sound.

“I just came, and I’m already fucking hard again. ”

She grinds her ass against my bare cock, and I sink back down in the chair and grip her waist, digging my nails into her skin. I lean my face forward, driving it into her ass. My tongue flicks inside of her, and I take a hand and slide my fingers inside her pussy while I eat her ass.

It’s a good thing I stuffed her mouth because if not, she’d be screaming out. Even through the briefs, her moans are insufferable, and I fucking love it, each one only making me lick her ass harder and pump my fingers faster in and out of her.

I shove her further onto the desk, bringing her pussy up enough for me to angle my head between her thighs, and taste her heat. Her hips greedily rock back and forth onto my face, roughly bucking her needy little pussy on my tongue.

Her hips thrust faster and faster, and her muffled moans become more desperate. I brace myself, ready to feel her quiver against my tongue, and not a moment later, that’s exactly what she gives me.

I don’t stop licking her pussy until I know she’s fucking spent and that I’ve worked her through the entirety of her orgasm.

And when I hold her hips before sitting back in my chair, I let out a deep chuckle at the sight of her pulling the briefs from her mouth with her body still splayed across my desk.

Sitting up and swinging herself around so that her ass is on the desk and she’s facing me, she slaps me with the briefs. “You’re lucky these were new and in the package, big guy. But I’m not sure how happy boss-man Huff will feel about you using them for the straight filth you just did.”

I shrug, smirking. “I don’t really care how he feels about it.

I got to eat my wife’s ass while she was lying on my desk.

That’s the only thing I’m thinking about right now.

” Reaching out, I squeeze her thighs. “What the hell got into you today, wifey? That right there? What we just did?” I fan myself.

“Top three spank-bank moments, for sure. Hell, I’m going to get hard every time I’m in here …

trying to mind my own business, just thinking about it. ”

She swats me playfully before brushing her hair back with the back of her hand. “Okay, we really need to get dressed and unlock your door before your boss figures out what his assistant coach was in here doing on his fancy new desk.”

“I guess you’re right,” I say, pushing my chair back and standing up.

I pull my pants back up and button them before I jerk my chin toward the brown paper bag on the corner of the desk.

“Guess I’ll eat my lunch now. I already had my dessert.

” I wink, grabbing the bag and peeking inside.

“A blowie and my favorite sandwich from my favorite sub shop?” I pull the contents of both her sandwich and mine out, along with the two iced teas. “You’re too damn good to me, darlin’.”

A satisfied smile rests on her face as she redresses herself before she walks over to the door and unlocks it. She opens it halfway before she walks back to the desk, sitting down on the seat across from me. As she takes her sandwich and begins unwrapping it, Cade pops his head in.

“Is it Bring Your Wife to Work Day or what?” He flashes a cheesy grin before his wife appears next to him in the doorway and waves.

“Hey, Haley!” Freya beams.

“Hey, Freya,” Haley answers, glancing at the desk. “Cade, they are in the middle of a romantic lunch date. Time to go.” She takes his hand, pulling him out into the hallway.

“Whoops, sorry for interrupting!” Cade calls out.

Freya and I have both met Haley a few times now. She seems nice, and Freya really likes her. I’d bet she has a no bullshit side too though. To straighten out a man like Cade Huff, you’d have to.

Then again, when I asked him how the hell Haley got him to settle down, he said, “She loved the devil right out of me.”

It might sound cliché, but inside, I knew he wasn’t bluffing.

Freya starts to unwrap her sandwich before she bursts into laughter. “Well, if they had gotten here, like … thirty seconds earlier, that would have been awkward. Cade would have wondered why you’d locked your damn door!”

Taking a bite of my sandwich, I shrug. “Still worth it, babe. My dessert was fucking delicious, and now I’m eating my lunch.”

I’ve been at this new job for a while now, but today? Hands down my favorite.

And I don’t see that changing anytime soon.