Page 109 of Take The Risk

“Let it be noted I’m generously sharing the title,” Alex inserted, the entire church erupting in laughter.

“–and the only home Lock and I ever want. I swear to love you in every ordinary morning, every hard season, every unfinished room, every story still waiting for us. Books are timeless, filled with voices lasting through the centuries. And this one will tell of my love for you. No matter the lifetime, no matter the world, no matter how many pages stand between us, you will hear my words and feel my love in every one.”

​ That book sat on the dresser in our bedroom. The story of us.

​Phoebe had written it all down from the beginning, so when I looked at it or read it, I’d know how completely she belonged to me.

​“Mmm.” She wiggled her butt against me, and I tightened my hold on her.

​“It’s not happening.” I knew what she wanted. Hell, I wanted it. It wouldn’t happen at the expense of her health. The doctor hadn’t cleared her for how I wanted to take her yet.

​Turning in my arms, she gave me a sleepy smile. “We can be careful.”

​“No.” I wanted her more than I could breathe. I also knew once I started touching her like that I wouldn’t be able to hold back.

​She pouted and I couldn’t resist kissing those lips. Her little hand slid down my chest, wrapping around my cock. I moaned, thrusting a little into her hand. I was only human after all, and when my wife touched my cock, saying no required saintly control. And I had no interest in being a saint.

​“The doctor said I couldn’t strain my heart.” She pushed me back, her grip tightening.

​My cock throbbed, my balls aching. I couldn’t let her do this.

​“I want to do this.” She kissed her way down my chest. I hadn’t realized I’d spoken aloud.

​Her hand slid down, cupping my balls. And sweat popped out on my brow. I wanted to be touching her. I needed to feast on her. Forcing myself to hold still, to fight those urges while she touched me was a workout I didn’t know I’d survive.

​At the first swipe of her tongue, I roared, “Christ! Your mouth is—” My words died when she slid her mouth over me, swallowing me as much as she could. I grabbed her hair, not letting her take me all the way, making sure she could breathe.

​I felt the heat of her mouth all over my body. She pumped my cock, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked me. I wasn’t going to last long. Her wicked fingers played with my balls, one finger slipping back to rub the bit of skin between my balls and ass.

​It was too much and I came with a howl. Roughly, I pulled her off me, not letting her swallow my cum. I knew with the way she had to breathe, it would be too much for her to keep up with. And I came hard. She milked my cock with her fist as I trembled, my orgasm spilling all over my abdomen and our bed.

​Phoebe looked up at me wickedly. Like the minx she was, she licked her lip and then dipped her head, licking some of my cum off my hip where it sprayed.

​She moaned. “I missed this.”

​Hauling her up, I kissed her, tasting myself on her. Palming her ass, I held her still when she wiggled, my semi-hard cock nestling at the apex of her thighs as they spread over my hips.

​I calculated how I could take her, how to make sure her heart rate didn’t go up above the doctor’s limits. I wanted to worship her body with mine. I’d just wrapped my hand around her neck, my fingers settling at her pulse, my cock once again hard at her entrance. Her wet heat coated my cock.

​“You aren’t wearing panties.” It was an accusation. She always wore panties unless… “You planned this.”

​She shrugged with a little shimmy of her hips, and my cock was lodged just inside her. She let out a throaty moan, and I knew I was fucked. There wasn’t any way in hell I could stop now.

​“Fuck…” I cursed, contracting my muscles. I wouldn’t move. I couldn’t. If I held still and let her fuck her pretty little pussy on me, I could make sure she didn’t hurt herself.

​“TYLER BROCKMANN!” A loud pounding sounded on our closed bedroom door. “YOU BETTER NOT BE VIOLATING MY BEST FRIEND WHEN SHE HASN’T BEEN CLEARED BY THE DOCTOR!”

​Phoebe’s head dropped to my chest. “I hate her.”

​The banging continued. “I MEAN IT! YOU KEEP YOUR FILTHY HANDS TO YOURSELF!”

​Phoebe lifted her head, yelling back. “GO AWAY! I’M VIOLATING HIM!”

​The door flew open. “My eyes!”

​I was rolling, putting Phoebe behind me, yanking the sheet up over us. My cock decided hiding was a good idea in the face of my wife’s BFF.

​“Get out, Alex!” I pointed to the door she should be on the other side of.