Ryan’s key turned in the lock while Grant’s c*m was still leaking out of me onto the couch.
I yanked the T-shirt down, wiped my thighs with the throw blanket, and stood just as the door opened. My husband walked in smelling like sawdust and sweat, smiled when he saw me, and crossed the room to pull me into a hug. The second his hands settled on my waist I felt the mess shift inside me. I clenched hard and hoped nothing dripped onto the floor.
“Long night,” he said against my hair. “You okay? You look flushed.”
“Just warm.” I kissed him quick and stepped back before he could slide a hand under the shirt. “You hungry? I can heat something up.”
“Later.” His eyes dropped to my bare legs. The T-shirt barely covered me. “Missed you.”
He kissed me again, deeper this time, and walked me backw
