Page 96 of Wrecked Over
“Perfect,” I say. “I’ll book our flights tomorrow.”
It’ll be our second visit to the retreat. The first was for Luke’s wedding two years ago, after he finally broke free from their father’s influence and fell in love with the partner none of us ever expected. But that’s their story to tell.
Aiden squeezes me tighter, his voice dropping low, as his hands travel south. “I can’t wait. An entire week, just us in a secluded cabin in the woods…and lots and lots of sex.”
My pants get tight as his fingers stroke me through the fabric of my shorts.
“Mmm, that sounds like my kind of vacation,” I murmur. “Maybe you can give me a preview.”
He grins. “I can do that.”
Taking my hand, he leads me to our bedroom on the first floor, well out of earshot of the kids’ rooms upstairs. They leave us alone when our door is closed, but we still lock it, just in case.
My husband naturally knows what I want after a busy day. Slow lovemaking and gentle words are softly spoken as we both tip over the edge.
When we’re cleaned up and holding each other, Aiden whispers in my ear, “I love you, baby.”
And because I’m me, and I can’t help myself, I reply, “I love you, too, Cuddle Bug.”
That earns me a poke in the ribs and a groan for the thousandth time about my struggle to find a pet name for him. I’ll probably never settle on one, since calling him names that make his eyes roll is just too much fun. I know deep down he loves it.
As Aiden drifts off to sleep, I gaze at the silhouette of his beautiful face, lit by moonlight, and feel overwhelmed by how deeply Ilove and adore him. He means everything to me, and I’ll be by his side for the rest of my life.
