Page 7 of Road to Absolution

The song was “Crazy Love,” and Diesel was right again.

Delilah hadn’t even been born when that song was written, but Van must’ve known she was coming and there’d be a dumbass-lucky bastard who would need a seamless set of words to describe what he couldn’t say on his own.

Since Van was getting it all right, I kept my mouth shut and started moving my feet. Lilah’s eyes drifted shut as we began to dance…

Our hearts danced, too.

Our souls reached out and touched one another.

I leaned down to kiss her before remembering we were being watched. Peering around to apologize for the show they were about to get, I noticed our family had left.

Lilah giggled at the empty living room and shut door. “When did they leave?”

Smirking, I said, “I don’t know and don’t care,” then possessed her mouth with mine.

This night—this very dance—along with this song, would become one I would never forget. It would become an anchor, even if a lost one, during dark times…

For now? It was time to love on my wife.

As more of the album played, my arms tightened around her, silently begging her to understand how famished I was for her.

Breathless, she pulled from my kiss and panted, “We need a bed.”

This whole day I believed the same. Now, having her in my arms, I realized… “You,” I kept kissing her, “are all I need.” Smothering her with my lips and pulling her with me, I walked us backward to the couch, then sat down. My hands sliding down her arms until I took hold of her hands. “Let me have you, Lilah.”

Her gorgeous face was flushed as she removed her maternity pants.

Lost for air and her, I rapidly yanked down my workout shorts. “Oh shit, I haven’t showered.”

“Pants. Now,” demanded my ravenous wife.

Kicking them off, I smirked. “Anything you want. Think V would find that romantic, too?”

Lifting a leg to straddle me, Delilah laughed. “A sweaty man talking dirty? Hell yeah, she would—” Her head fell back as she lowered herself on my throbbing erection.

I hissed and watched as she slowly took me whole. “Fuck. Me.”

Her head rolled back to me, and then she moaned, “I’m about to.”

Home-grown. This woman was home-grown and the country girl who I would always need and live for.

As her hips moved, and her swelling belly nudged me, my dick got even harder. I shook with pleasure and building desire. It was maddening to crave what you already had. She was right in front of me. I was literally inside her, yet my soul felt it… felt that she was already slipping away. A premonition…

The doorbell rang.

“Noooo,” complained my wife, but then she jerked and looked up toward the door, considering who it could be interrupting us. She grunted, “The bed.”

Mouth gaping from her delicious lovemaking, I fervently peered over my shoulder. “The fucking bed.”

She got off me with a hot-as-hell growl, “We need that bed.”

I grabbed my shorts and jumped into them, running past boxes. “We so need that bed.”

From behind me, while angrily yanking on pants, she asked, “Then you’ll fuck me? Good and hard?” My girl was done with the gentle shit. And I was so okay with it.

Like the dirty bastard I was, I rumbled over my shoulder, “Yeah, babe, then we get to fuckin’ and fuckin’ right.” Licking my teeth that were going to devour her within minutes, I opened the door. Not ashamed of my raging hard-on that workout shorts couldn’t hide. Facing the two shocked expressions, I declared, “I’ll give you each a fifty-dollar tip if you can get that mattress in my room and you out the door in under five minutes.”

Without a word, the two young men took off running…