Page 94 of Bound and Blitzed

Then, Avery’s arm is around my waist and he’s supporting my weight as we walk toward the parking lot. When we exit the airport, he swings me into his arms and strides to his SUV, one hand resting on my ass cheek, one hand gripping my crutches, before he lowers me into the passenger seat.

He stows his duffle bag in the trunk, settles into the driver’s seat, and glances at me. “You ready?”

“Where are we going?” I wonder as he tosses the SUV into reverse.

“Home,” he says simply, driving in that direction.

“Already? Don’t you want to celebrate? Meet up with the team?”

“Oh, I do.” Avery flashes me a wicked grin and clasps my thigh. “I want to celebrate with my wife first. You have no idea how good it feels to say that, to know you were cheering me on at the game, to know I get to come home and be with you.”

When we arrive home, he lifts me easily and takes the elevator to floor seven. He deposits me on the edge of the couch and quickly loses his clothes.

“You’re not wearing any underwear,” I laugh.

Avery shakes his head, carefully rolling my jeans and panties down my legs and being mindful about my ankle.

I move to lift the jersey I’m wearing—one of his as I’ve been decked out in Coyotes gear for the past week—but he shakes his head.

“Leave that on, Lena. I like seeing you with our name across your back.”

I gasp. He grins.

Then, he helps me turn onto my knees, palms my ass, and nibbles a path down the column of my neck. Avery kisses every inch of my skin, save for my mouth, until I’m panting, nearly writhing, for him.

“Up on your knees,” he commands, and I do what he says. “There’s my good girl.”

“Jesus,” I murmur, keyed up and ready for him.

But my husband gives me his tongue, licking long strokes, until I come apart at the seams. Only after I orgasm does he finally slide home, hold me tight, my back to his chest, our name sandwiched between us, and bring me to the peak again.

He sets a relentless pace until we both cry out.

“Welcome home, Lena,” he murmurs as he spills inside of me. His large palm cups my lower abdomen, holding the space for the baby I hope we make one day.

“My home is you, Avery,” I reply.

He nuzzles his nose behind my ear, kissing the side of my neck. “Forever, Lena.”

“Forever.”