Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
“Can you blame me?” He shrugs.
“Wyatt!” I yell but can't stop a laugh from escaping.
“What? I don’t want someone else to have them. You’re all mine.” Now I’m starting to understand why he seemed a little off moments ago. That cocky smirk on his mouth almost turns to a pout. Almost.
“That’s really sweet,” I admit, and he smiles widely. There’s nothing cocky about it. “But we can’t keep them all.” I turn in his arms to face my work. Jenny makes herself scarce when she notices we need a moment.
“We have to let some things go. They could make someone else happy.” That’s what art always does for me. It makes me smile and wonder what the artist was feeling when they made their creation. I try and feel it. Mine are all filled with so much love. I want that for everyone. Everyone deserves to feel and understand the depth of love. Besides, there is only so much all space in our home.
“You’re so damn sweet, you know that?” He kisses my neck again.
“Because of you,” I respond instantly, making him laugh. No one thought Wyatt would make someone sweet, but I knew better. With him I feel safe. I can be me. I don’t have to build walls around myself to protect my heart. Maybe that’s what happened to my mother. The walls got too hard and high to break down. She doesn’t have a Wyatt though. Pretty sure nothing could stop this man from getting to me. He has a hard enough time sharing me as it is. He isn’t letting something keep him from me altogether.
I smack his chest, but he only chuckles. “Alright, princess. I’ll return them,” he concedes. Only my daughter and I ever get that privilege. The world gets the cold lawyer. Maybe I should want the rest of the world to see this side to him, too, but I guess I’m selfish when it comes to him. Not having him for those years made me this way. But I don’t think he minds in the least.
“Except that one.” I don’t have to look to know which he’s talking about. I wasn’t planning on letting that one go. I just wanted to showcase it.
One night not long after we married and we found out I was pregnant I asked Wyatt to tell me how he saw me. While he talked I let my hand draw, revealing to myself part of me I hadn’t known was there. It’s been almost two years and still when I look at it my eyes water at the sight.
He really does think I’m this perfect regal princess. It’s how he always sees me. His own princess that he can do any dirty thing he wants to. In the picture I’m sitting in his lap. He’s my throne.
“I’d never let that one go,” I tell him. He spins me in his arms so that I’m facing him again.
“You’re lucky I even let you bring it here. That’s ours.” He grabs a hold of my chin as he backs me up against the wall until I’m pressed into it, right next to the drawing.
“This why you didn’t give me my panties back?” I sass when I hear his pants come undone, knowing what’s coming. I’m already wet. We can never get through a night out without doing something naughty. I’m not sure if it’s his kink or mine. It’s probably both. I enjoy being bad with him and he enjoys reminding me I’m his. Like I could ever forget. He doesn’t have to remind me, but oh how I love his reminders.
“Damn right. No one stops me from getting to my wife’s pussy.” He lifts me, thrusting deep inside. I moan out his name loudly, and his hand flies over my mouth.
“Can’t ever be quiet when I get you on my cock, can you?” I shake my head, earning me his cocky smile.
Epilogue
Wyatt
Six years later…
“Who has a birthday party at ten o’clock in the morning on a Saturday?” I grumble as I carry our three-year-old to the pasture.
“Maybe this was the only time they could ride the horses,” Savannah says as she waves to the other moms there.
Our six-year-old runs up ahead to go see her friends and get in line for the ponies. It’s a good idea for a birthday party, but I like us being lazy and in pajamas on Saturdays while I make everyone breakfast. Today was rushed and now I’m in a bad mood.
Savannah slides her hand down my back and squeezes my ass. “I promise to make it up to you when we get back home.”
“I’ll hold you to it,” I say, winking at her.
She goes over to where Aiden and Caroline are with their kids and I wave to them. Our oldest kids go to the same school and their whole class is here to celebrate one of the other kids whose name I can’t remember.