Page 38 of Emergence: Prequel
Probably because Maggie never made them feel less, added to the fact that I’d made it clear from the start that I wasn’t interested in them once Maggie was mine. If a new one tried to start shit, more often than not, the other bunnies put her in her place. That’s just the type of loyalty Maggie instilled in everyone.
I was pulled from my memories when the object of my love looked at me over her shoulder with a wide smile, “Are you just going to stare at my arse all night, or are you coming to give your wife a kiss?”
Moving away from the frame that I’d been leaning against, I sauntered up to my wife and pulled her into my arms, pressing my lips to hers until she opened for me, her tongue twining with mine with ease and familiarity, fingers threading through the hair at the nape of my neck and pulling gently, just as I liked it. Leaving her lips, I pressed kisses down her neck until I got to the part I loved just between her shoulder and her neck, nipping at it gently before laving my tongue against it to take away the sting.
Burying my face in her neck, I pulled her closer, my hands digging into her hips as I breathed her in. Maggie didn’t say anything, just stood while I took what I needed from her. With one last kiss to her neck, I straightened up, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
“Hi, baby, just so you know, I love your ass, and I’ll stare at it whenever I want to,” I smirked at her, tapping her gently on the butt.
Snorting a laugh at me, she turned back to the stove, picked up a spoon, and started dropping the dumplings in. Pressing up close to her and wrapping my arms around her, I watched her work over her shoulder.
“That looks good, babe. How long until it’s ready?”
“About thirty minutes,” Maggie replied.
“Do you need to watch it, or can you leave it?”
“I can leave it,” Maggie answered, turning the heat down and turning in my arms before asking, “Why? Is everything okay?”
I nodded, pressing my forehead to hers, replying, “Everything is good. I just wondered if you’d like to come and shower with me.”
She grinned wide at my words; not saying a word, she grabbed my hand and pulled me along behind her. I guess she wanted to shower with me.
Maggie started stripping as soon as she hit the bedroom door. By the time she was by the bathroom, there was a trail of clothes littering the floor. Stopping at the bathroom door, she held onto the frame, looking at me over her shoulder, “Hurry, Old Man, before I start without you.”
It didn’t take long for my clothes to join hers on the floor. Walking into the shower, I took my wet wife in my arms, my mouth taking hers in a hard kiss. It had been too long since we’d done this.
Nobody explained that grief did strange things to you and that normal everyday rituals, like waking up with a hard cock ready to go and slipping between the warm, firm thighs of your wife and into the familiar welcoming warm heat, could disappear with a blink of an eye.
I was happy to find that the feeling of desire and want had come back with a vengeance. I was rock hard and ready. When I slipped my hand between us, I found Maggie wet and waiting for me. Pushing her up against the shower wall, my hand hooked behind her knee, lifting her leg. She wrapped it around my hips, sighing a deep, happy sigh as I thrust up into her.
“God, baby, it feels so good to have you filling me up again,” she whispered against my lips, water from the shower spray clinging to her inky black lashes, eyes heavy with desire.
It didn’t take long for us to get each other there, the advantage of being together for as long as we’d been that we knew all the right places and the type of touch that got us there quickly—too quickly, in this case.
“Fuck,” I breathed heavily, my head resting against Maggie’s chest, listening to her rapid heartbeat as it fluttered in her chest. Her long legs still wrapped around my waist and my cock already softening inside her. “Too quick,” I muttered.
Maggie laughed at my words, pushing me completely out of her. I hissed as I slipped out of her body, not ready to lose her wet heat yet.
Unwrapping her legs from around me, Maggie stood, arms loose around my shoulders, smiling at me, “It may have been quick, baby, but it was still the best I’ve ever had.”
Knowing that I was the only one she’d ever had, I started to laugh, Maggie joining in until we were both breathless from laughing so hard, leaning back against the wall of the shower, catching our breath. The water was quickly cooling. The tension I’d been carrying around for the last few months had completely disappeared.
Turning my head to look at my beautiful wife, who was still chuckling on and off, I couldn’t have held back the words even if you’d paid me, “I love you, Maggie.”
She smiled a blinding smile at my words, her eyes warm when she looked at me, cupping my cheek in her hand, her words soft, wrapping themselves around my heart the same as they always did whenever she uttered them, “I love you too, David, forever and always. Through everything that this life throws at us.”
We’d probably have stayed there forever if there hadn’t been a knock on the door and Opal shouting that the dumplings were done.
Not taking my eyes from Maggie’s, I cleared the lump from my throat before shouting back that we’d be there in ten minutes.
Giving me one last hug and kiss, Maggie hurriedly showered in the now cold water before hopping out and towelling off. I followed not two minutes later. Getting dressed in comfortable clothes, together we walked hand in hand down the hall to the kitchen, where we found all five of our children in the kitchen waiting for us with knowing grins on their faces.
Glaring at the boys, knowing if they said anything, I’d not be happy. The only one struggling to hold it in was Bolt. We could see that staying quiet was killing him.
“Boy,” I growled at him.
“I didn’t say anything,” he moaned pitifully.