Page 25 of The Firefighter’s Forever

I lift my head and look at her. “You’ve thought about it.”

Her cheeks go pink. “Maybe.”

“Harmony.”

“Yes,” she admits, rolling her eyes even as she smiles. “I’ve thought about it.”

That’s all I need. I take her hand and pull her toward the bedroom.

She laughs behind me. “You’re not even going to pretend to be calm about this?”

“Hell no.”

The door closes behind us, and I turn, catching her mouth with mine as I back her toward the bed. She kisses me just as hard, her fingers already working at the buttons of my shirt while mine slide under the hem of hers. She makes a breathy little sound when my palms close over her bare waist, and it goes straight through me.

I pull the shirt over her head and drop it on the floor. For a second, I just look at her. My wife, standing in front of me with swollen lips, bare tits, and eyes full of the same want burning through me. I cup her breasts, thumbs dragging over her nipples until she gasps and arches into my hands.

“Lucas.”

“I know.”

I strip her shorts and underwear down her legs, then take my own clothes off fast because I’ve never been good at being patient when she’s looking at me like that. My cock is hard, heavy, and aching by the time I sit on the edge of the bed and pull her onto my lap.

She straddles me, her knees on either side of my hips, one hand braced on my shoulder as I guide her over me. I can feel the heat of her pussy against my cock, and my grip tightens on her hips.

I drag her down onto me. She takes me slowly, inch by inch, her mouth parting as I fill her. The feeling of her wet heat closing around me punches a groan out of my chest. I hold still once I’m buried deep, letting her adjust, letting myself feel every perfect inch of her.

Then she starts to move. Her hips roll over mine, slow at first, then harder when I grip her and help set the rhythm. Her tits bounce with every stroke, and I lower my mouth to one of them, sucking her nipple while she rides me. She moans, fingers digging into my shoulders, her pussy getting wetter around my cock.

“Fuck, Harmony.”

She moves faster, needy and flushed, her hair falling loose around her face. I keep one hand clamped on her hip and slide the other between us, finding her clit with my thumb. She jerks against me, her cream slicking the base of my cock as I rub her in tight circles.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” I say against her mouth. “Come for me.”

Her body locks. Then she breaks. She comes hard, shaking over me, her pussy gripping my cock so tight I nearly lose it right there. I hold her through it, thrusting hard up into her—then my control snaps. I bury myself deep and explode, filling her with my cum and a rough groan as she collapses against my chest.

Afterward, I stay inside her, my arms wrapped around her, my mouth pressed to her damp temple. She’s breathing hard against my neck, soft and warm and mine in every way.

I tip her face up and kiss her again, slower this time but no less hungry. She melts into it, and I keep her close. Because I can. Because she lets me. Because this life is mine now.

“I love you,” I say against her mouth.

Her eyes open halfway. “Say it again.”

“I love you.”

A smile curves her lips. “Again.”

I laugh and brush my thumb along her cheek. “I love you, Harmony.”

She closes her eyes for a second, like she’s holding the words somewhere private. “I never get tired of hearing that.”

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EPILOGUE – HARMONY

9 YEARS LATER