Tova’s hand strokes up and down my back. I’m still standing on the side of the desk, but I’m draped over her. My face is buried in her wild curls. She always smells of sunshine.
My cock is still hard and pressed against her pussy. I was so close to sliding fully inside of her. Thank fuck I was so on edge I’d come, which let some of the blood go back to my head so I didn’t take my wife for the first time on my desk. I have fucked up a lot of this, but I won’t fuck that up. Besides, Tova isn’t wrong. I’m a big guy compared to her. I could feel how tight she was when I’d only put the head of my cock inside of her.
When I lift my head, Tova has a bright smile on her face. My mother was right. I needed to talk with my wife. Tova’s wild curls sprawl across my desk. How many times have I thought of this very scenario when it came to her? It had gotten so bad she started to come into my dreams, ones I never recalled having before. When they were of Tova, I remembered every second of them. I woke up affected.
“I was thinking—” Tova’s words cut off when I press down on her body, making sure it’s covered with mine as I reach under my desk. In quick succession I flick the safety off, aiming it at my office doors as they swing open.
“Shut the fucking door!” I bellow when I see my father standing there. His eyes widen, but he quickly shuts the door.
“Fucking hell,” I mutter.
“What just happened?” Tova’s eyes glance from me to the gun.
“I missed the alert that someone arrived.” I lean down, pressing a kiss to her lips. “You’re rather distracting.”
“Where did you pull a gun out of?”
“I have guns all over the house.” I stand, grabbing the shirt off the floor for Tova before fixing my own pants.
“They’re like stashed in random places?”
“Yes.”
Tova’s lips purse. She knows the life we live. Her own father has been a part of it for decades.
“I need to show you where they are and teach you how to use them.”
“My father has shown me.” Tova touches the handle of the gun as I pull her panties back and put them in place before buttoning up her shirt.
“You need more than to be shown.” Tova should be able to handle a gun without thinking. It should be natural to her. Being my wife obviously makes her a target, and I need her to be able to protect herself. “I’ll show you,” I push, trying to gauge her reaction.
“Okay,” she agrees.
“What’s bothering you?”
A small V forms in the middle of her brow when she either doesn’t like something or she’s contemplating. I’m getting better at reading her, but after all of our miscommunications, I’m going to be blunt. Tiptoeing around shit has been hurting her.
“The idea of guns being so easy to access when we could have little ones running around here.” Her words have my cock aching again with the thought of her carrying my child. I love that her mind went there. I did come inside her minutes ago. This possibility is now really on the table.
“I will make sure that the issue is handled before any little ones are running around.”
“Thank you.” She tugs on my shirt to pull me down. I claim her mouth in a kiss, the same mouth that had been wrapped around my cock only minutes ago. I groan at the reminder, my hard cock jerking in my pants. “Hey.” Tova pushes at my chest. “Isn’t someone here?” She points her thumb over her shoulder toward the door.
“My father.” I sigh, hating that we’ve been interrupted.
“Oh my God.” Tova covers her face with her hands, her cheeks flushing.
“What’s wrong? He didn’t see you.” I’d made sure of that. I’d hate to have to shoot my own father for seeing my wife naked. She’s for my eyes only.
“He knows what we were doing,” she whispers.
“So?” We’re married. I should be on a honeymoon with my wife. Alone on some island or in the middle of nowhere in a cabin where I could have her all to myself. Why hadn’t I thought of that before?
“Because!” she hisses. Tova’s cheeks start to turn pinker, lighting up her freckles.
“I don’t understand. Are you embarrassed by this?” Of me? I don’t say the last part out loud, but that thought is there. That would sting. It hits me that this is what it feels like to give a shit about what someone thinks of you.
“What? Like, of us?” I give a curt nod. “No, it’s just weird. People knowing. I don’t know.” She throws her hands up. “I guess it doesn’t matter, but sex and parents is just weird.” Tova huffs a breath. “I bet I look a mess too.” She starts running her fingers through her hair, flustered.
“You’re never a mess. Unless you count your pussy.” Yes, I left that rather messy.
“Warren.” Tova gasps, her mouth dropping open. “You have a filthy mouth.” She hops down from my desk. I quickly brace her hips to make sure she doesn’t hurt herself. “I love it.” Tova lifts up on her tiptoes, her head dropping back. “This means I want a kiss.”
I comply, claiming her mouth in a deep, hard kiss. My hands slip under the shirt to her ass. It takes all I have not to lift her, carry her to our bed, and claim her fully as mine.
“All right now.” She wiggles her ass, only making me tighten my hold. “Your father.” Tova nods to the door. He will never open that door again without knocking.
“He can fuck off.”
Tova rolls her eyes. “I need to go find my contacts and change them out.”
“I put your glasses and contacts in the bathroom.” I thought she’d see them. When I went to her home to pack, I spotted them in her bathroom. I brought them back up to the house for her, making sure she had everything necessary to be comfortable in our home.
“Oh, I must have missed them. That was sweet of you.” I didn’t really think of it as being sweet. I only wanted to take care of her. I’m her husband. “Now deal with your father.” I release my hold on her.
“I should walk you back.”
“Seriously?” She laughs. “Wait, you are serious.” Tova shakes her head. Why would I not be? “I’m not leaving the house.”
“You don’t have pants on.”
“It’s a dress.” I shake my head no. It’s not a dress. Wearing what looks like only my shirt and her curls all wild, she is the definition of sex. “I’ll go straight to our room.”
“Fine,” I agree, not wanting to be controlling or appear that way. I can give her this. I know I have to pick my battles. There are other things that involve her that will come to a head. Especially when it has to do with her coming and going so freely.
“Thank you.” She wiggles her finger at me to lean down, and I do. Tova presses a kiss to my cheek. “Can you have dinner tonight?”
“What about lunch?”
Tova gives me a lopsided smile. “If you can.”
I will. I watch her leave my office; my father appears in the doorway shortly after.
“You beat the shit out of a cop?” I’m glad he doesn’t make mention of what he saw earlier between me and my wife when he opened the door.
“If you’re talking about the guy that physically hurt one of the girls at the club, then yes, I guess I beat the shit out of a cop.” I couldn’t care less who the fuck the individual was. He needed to be taught a lesson. A lesson that others would hear about and respond accordingly.
“Could bring some unwanted attention our way, though. Need to be careful for a while. You know how fragile these local cops’ egos can be.” Tova flashes through my mind at my father’s words. I’ll kill that motherfucker without hesitation if he tries any sort of retaliation. Especially if it’s aimed at my wife. My fists clench.
“Isn’t that why we have most of the cops in these towns on our payroll? I’ll make a few calls.” My father nods in agreement. I hadn’t thought much of the asshole since Ronan and I rolled him out of the back of the SUV into an alley. I need to go back to the information Violet sent over. My wife has kept me rather occupied. She can even do it when she’s nowhere near me.
“So you and Tova seem to be getting along just fine.” He gives me a genuine smile. One that he usually reserves for my mother. I knew he wouldn’t be able to keep his thoughts about what he saw to himself.
He’s almost gloating, thinking he’s a matchmaker. I’ll silently give him the credit for giving me the push I needed when it came to Tova. Never will I give him the satisfaction of admitting it out loud, though. He already thinks he always knows best. Besides, I think it’s bigger than him wanting me to find a wife because of some flowers and roses bullshit.
My father and I can be a lot alike but very different too. We both enjoy control, and I’m sure as much as he wants me to fully take over, letting go of that control is eating at him.
“My wife is none of your concern unless it involves her safety.”
“I’m sure you will keep your wife safe.” He sits down in the chair in front of my desk. “Do what needs to be done.”
“Be careful what you wish for,” I warn him.
My father believes thrusting Tova into this world and by my side will keep me solidly planted where I am. That I won’t let things get too cleaned up around here because I will do what I need to protect her… no matter the cost.
