Page 106 of Protecting Bree
Just as she opened her mouth to protest, Smiley rolled them so she was on her back. He continued to move in and out of her, as he stared into her eyes.
“Love you,” he said.
“I love you too.”
They made love silently after that. Lost in the love and lust they saw in each other’s eyes, and the pleasure they took from each other’s bodies. It didn’t take long for Smiley to gasp out the adorable little grunting sound he made right before he came, holding himself deep inside her body.
Bree wasn’t disappointed that she hadn’t come yet. She knew her time was coming. Literally.
Smiley pulled out and immediately reached down to stroke her clit. After ten years, he knew exactly how to make her come.
Afterward, he pulled the covers back over them and lay mostly on top of her, his head on her chest as they both tried to regain their equilibrium.
Bree loved their cuddle time after they’d bothorgasmed. Stroking Smiley’s hair as he lay on her breast made her feel loved. And desired.
No matter what he’d said earlier, their marriage wasn’t perfect. They disagreed about things. Got irritated with each other. But at the end of each day, they managed to talk things through and go to sleep together. She couldn’t ask for anything more.
“I saw this, you know,” Smiley said out of the blue.
“What? What did you see?”
“This. Us. I saw it as clear as if it was a movie playing behind my eyes when I opened the door to that car and saw you tied up in that backseat. It’s why I couldn’t let you go.”
Bree’s eyes immediately filled with tears.
“I know most people don’t believe in love at first sight. But for me, it happened.”
They’d talked about this before. But it never failed to give Bree goose bumps, hearing her husband talk about how he’d fallen head over heels for her the first time he’d seen her. “It wasn’t as fast for me, but I couldn’t get your name out of my head. Jude Stark. It made me think of safety. It’s why I was drawn here…to you.”
Smiley lifted his head and rested his chin on his hands. “I’ve never liked my name. It was a reminder of a father who beat my mother. That I had his DNA running through my veins. But you make me proud of who I am now.”
“You’vealwaysbeen a person you should’ve been proud of.”
Her husband simply shrugged. “Maybe. Maybe not. But with you at my side, I feel as if I can do anything. Thank you for that.”
This man. His outer shell might be tough as nails, but deep down, he was a freaking marshmallow. And she loved him so damn much.
He smirked at her, and just as he began to inch his way down her body, the sound of someone throwing up in the hall bathroom made them both freeze.
“Fuck,” Smiley swore, dropping his head to her stomach.
This wasn’t funny. Not in the least…but Bree found herself smiling anyway. “The cockblocker strikes again. I’ll go.”
“No, you stay here. I’ll go see what’s up.”
“I’m thinking it was probably the bowl of popcorn, the s’mores, and the huge banana split they had tonight that’s not sitting well.”
Smiley grimaced. “Yeah, none of that was probably the best idea, but fuck it. We’re the cool aunt and uncle. They’ll learn some moderation in the future.”
Bree lifted a brow.
Smiley chuckled. “Or not.” He leaned up and kissed her on the forehead. “Go to sleep, sweetheart. If anything is seriously wrong, I’ll let you know.”
“I love you,” Bree told him.
“Love you too.”
She watched as her husband got out of bed, grabbed a pair of flannel pajama pants lying on the floor, and then pulled a T-shirt over his head before he strode confidently toward the door. She turned on her side as she listened to the low sounds of Smiley talking to whichever one of the boys had emptied his stomach into the toilet.
