Page 59 of Love You Already

I get dressed in the bedroom as Rose moves to make a pot of coffee in her bathrobe. My jeans feel too scratchy, my shirt too tight. Even my shoes feel wrong. I want my boots back. I want my flannel and the cowboy hat Donnie gave me last week.

Since I don't want to drag out the hurt any longer than needed, I pack as quickly as I can while Rose fiddles around in the kitchen. I'm sure she's making some kind of breakfast for us. Something easy since her cooking skills don't win awards round these parts.

Every item packed feels more and more like I'm closing the door on something amazing to return to something I don't want anymore. Well, maybe not that entirely. I love skating. I love my team. And playing is the greatest gift I've ever experienced. But it all pales in comparison to the summer I've had here at Wright Way Ranch.

I grab my bags and move them to the front door. I put them out on the porch before turning back to look at Rose. She's leaning against the counter, coffee mug to her lips.

I don't have to step closer to see the way tears line her eyes, desperate to splash over the edge. Her tense shoulders tell me she's fighting herself from saying what she wants.

Striding across the room, I steal her cup from her fingers and place it on the counter. Then my hands move to cup the back of her head, the strands flowing over my fingers as I sink my hold in.

“I'm going to miss you, wife. But I plan to harass the fuck out of you. Expect all the texts and calls. I don't want to go a single day without you, and I'll be back here just as fast as time in my schedule allows.”

Her hands grip my wrists as those tears she fought to hold in fall one after the other. “I'm going to miss you too, husband. I'll always have my phone on. Day or night, you call, I'll answer. And maybe, if you're ok with it, I could visit you in the city too?”

Relief soars through me. “Fuck yes! Any time you want. I'll give you full access to the condo and have you a key made too. Don't hesitate to come by.”

She smiles then. “Looks like we have a bit of a plan. Why don't I feed you and then you can get going?”

I lean my forehead to hers. There's something I'm hungrier for.

Before she can say another word, I lift her on the counter and spread her robe wide. My mouth descends over her pussy like I'm starved for a taste. And really, I am. I need the flavor of her on my lips, her scent surrounding me, for the drive back.

“Lachlan! You can't just —”

I slap my hand over her exposed flesh. It's not hard enough to hurt, just enough to get her attention. “Don't tell me I can't enjoy my breakfast. Now hush wife and let me eat.”

She bites her lip as she watches me dive back into eating her pussy. Her folds welcome me home as my tongue trails over them. I reach up to spread her open, then groan as that perfect pussy of hers quivers from my touch. My finger traces over every inch of her as I memorize her taste. I keep going, my fingers slipping inside to hit the spot that sends her over.

My wife screams as pleasure rushes through her. I feel her juices soak my chin, making me grin. Circling her clit, I increase my speed, my attention on getting at least one more orgasm out of her before I pull away.

It takes another minute before I feel the shift, the tightening of her channel on my fingers. I pull back until I'm only a breath away from her drenched folds.

“That's it, wife. Come for me. Make a mess of me. Give me everything.”

She breaks, soaring and falling, screaming and crying, as her orgasm takes hold. I tease her through it all, keeping her in the rush for longer than needed.

Once she's calm enough to stop shaking, I rise from my position on the floor to stand above her. I wrap the robe around her, then grab her coffee to take a sip. “I'm all nourished, now. Maybe you should eat, though, wife. You seem faint.”

Rose slaps my chest half-heartedly as she laughs. I ease her down from the counter, then sit her in the chair. As I said, I don't feel all that hungry for food anymore. I don't want anything to interrupt the taste of her, so I set the plate down in front of her.

“Eat. You need it more than me right now.”

“But then you'll leave,” she whispers.

I don't have anything I can say to her that will ease this moment or dull the pain. I do the only thing I can. I kiss her firmly, then stalk toward the door.

“We'll talk soon,” I tell her as I grab up my bags and walk out the front door.

The moment I shut them; I hear the sob in her chest break free. I pull my phone free as I throw the duffle bags in my trunk. I dial Donnie directly.

“Hey, Lachlan! How's it going?” he greets.

I sigh. “Work called and I'm needed now. I have to leave, Donnie. Rose, she's... can someone come to her? Bridgett or Nate? She doesn't need to be alone right now. Please.”

“We've got her, son. I'm heading out the door now. I'll call the others on the way down there. You drive safe and keep in touch. I expect to see you soon.”

“Yes, sir. I've already promised to be back the first chance I get.” It's the truth. I'll be out here just as soon as I get more than a few hours of time to breathe.