Coyotes Ever After (Colorado Coyotes #7)

Chapter 10

CHAPTER TEN

Rowan

“I’ll need to pack a bag?” Cam gives me a puzzled look. “Like what kind of bag?”

“An overnight bag.”

Her expression changes rapid fire with different reactions. First surprise, then worry, followed by excitement and...back to worry again.

“All night? I don’t know how Ollie will do without us all night.”

“Cassie can handle it. She’s got a lot of experience with special needs kids.”

That wrinkle between her brows shows up. “Yeah, but--”

I put my hands on her hips, giving her a reassuring look. “It’s time. We haven’t had a night alone in more than three years. And Cassie’s been babysitting for us for more than a year. The kids all love her. Sam and Tate will be here to help.”

She cringes. “Did you talk to them about it?”

“Yeah, I made sure they’d both be home Friday night.”

“Did Tate say we’re too old to be having sex?”

I laugh. “Not this time, no.”

I can see the wheels turning in her mind. “Okay, I want to do this. I do. But Mae has indoor soccer on Saturday morning.”

“Sam’s taking her.”

“Oh...really?”

I nod. “It’s all covered. Date night goes from 5:00 p.m. Friday until noon Saturday this week.”

She can’t even fathom it. Our three-hour weekly dinner dates are the only time she’s had away from our kids since Ollie was born.

“Where are we staying? Somewhere close, so we can get home if there’s an emergency?”

We’re staying at a five-star boutique hotel downtown, but I’m not ruining the surprise and telling her that. The drive from our home in Elmhurst to the city depends on traffic, but it’s not bad.

“Of course. Now get that fine ass to a lingerie store. I’ll do school pickup today.”

She puts her palms on my chest and looks up at me, her eyes bright and happy.

“Okay. Friday. So I have three days to get ready for this.”

I furrow my brow, confused. “What do you need to do to get ready?”

“Hair. Nails. An outfit for dinner. Maybe a little waxing if you play your cards right.”

“Fuck yeah, babe. I’m at your service this week if that’s what I get.”

She stands up on her toes to kiss me. “Thank you for this. I’m excited.”

“Me too.”

That’s an understatement. I’m fully hard right now. We went through a period of almost two years with Ollie where he slept so badly that sex was mostly an afterthought. We got in the occasional quickie, and that was it.

I’m finally getting an entire night to remind my wife we’ve still got it.

“Hey, are you here alone?” Cam asks lightly.

I turn and get up from my chair at the bar of the restaurant where we have a dinner reservation. My wife is wearing a low-cut black V-neck dress and sexy red heels, her hair in waves around her shoulders. For a few seconds, I just drink in the sight of her.

“Wow.”

She does a little turn, smiling radiantly. “That’s the reaction I was hoping for.”

This morning, after school drop-off, I gave her a key card to our hotel and told her to get ready for our date there. I knew the kids would be hanging all over her if she got ready at home and she’d have a hard time leaving.

I didn’t have that issue. I asked Cassie to come an hour early so I could shave, shower and dress in peace. Then I hugged Mae, Max and Ollie, went over the plans with Sam and Tate again and left to have a drink at the bar before Cam arrived.

“Is this a new suit?” Cam runs her fingertips down my lapel and I see she’s had her nails painted dark red.

“Yeah, you like it?”

“I do.” She gives me an approving look.

I pull out the high-top chair next to mine. “To answer your question, I’m waiting for my wife.”

“Lucky girl.” She smiles playfully and sits down.

I lean down and kiss her neck softly. Her soft, sensual perfume makes me want to forget dinner and go to the hotel right now.

“I’m the lucky one,” I say in her ear. “It’s all I can do to keep my hands off of you right now.”

She leans back slightly, her head touching my shoulder. “How long until dinner?”

“Too long. Another forty-five minutes.”

“Anything to drink, ma’am?” the bartender asks.

Our private moment ends abruptly as Cam sits up straight and clears her throat.

“Um...I’ll have a lemon drop, please.”

I shoot the cockblocking bartender a quick glare and take my seat next to Cam.

“How’s your day been?” I ask her.

“Absolutely amazing.”

“Yeah?”

“I went to the hotel spa for a massage and got my hair done. Then I took a bubble bath at the hotel and I sat in there reading a book for almost an hour.”

I hum with interest. “I would have liked to have been there for that.”

“I wouldn’t have gotten much reading in.”

“None at all. I like to think I can entertain you better than a book, though.”

She leans closer. “Better than anything .”

I shift in my seat, my erection straining against my suit pants. I’ve waited years for a night like this, so why does waiting a few more hours seem like an eternity?

The downtown restaurant we’re eating at is known for its steak. Once we’re seated at a table, Cam and I both order the filet. We talk about the kids—it’s impossible not to. But our phones stay face down on the table.

I enjoy watching her take her time cutting her medium rare steak into small bites and putting them in her mouth, savoring every bite. Getting to enjoy a delicious meal together is something we’ve both come to appreciate in recent years.

I wouldn’t trade our life for anything. I love every crazy second of it. But having the means to sweep my wife away for a night and pay someone as qualified as Cassie to take care of our kids while we’re gone is a privilege.

We share a serving of flourless chocolate cake for dessert, and Cam’s moan when she tastes her first bite is so sensual I get hard. Again.

I made sure to bring cash to pay the check so we wouldn’t have to wait for my card to be run. As soon as I tuck several fifties into the check folio, Cam gives me a sexy smirk and we both practically jump up from our chairs.

She has a hand on my thigh as we drive to the hotel, and it’s all I can do to keep my focus on driving. I had years of being with a different woman every time I had sex before I met my wife. It doesn’t come close to having something as intimate as we do.

I pull up to the valet and go around to open her car door, taking her hand. Since she already has a key card, we go right up to our room.

As soon as I close the door, I back her against it, caging her in with an arm on each side of her. Moonlight filtering in through the sheer curtains of our thirty-third-floor room is the only illumination in the room.

Her eyes are wide as she looks up at me, the swell of her breasts rising and falling as she breathes. I tell her, and hopefully show her, how much I love her every day. Tonight is only about showing her how much I still desire her.

I kiss her softly and then move my hands, turning her to face the door.

“Put your hands on it,” I say gruffly.

Her inhale is sharp. She complies immediately. I pull up her knee-length dress, feeling a garter belt as I run my palm up the bare skin of her outer thigh. When I move my hand between her thighs and cup her pussy through her underwear, she moans softly. I band an arm around her midsection, pulling her back to my chest and kissing her neck and jawline.

The dress has a zipper. I move her hair over one shoulder and slowly unzip it, sliding it from her shoulders and letting it fall at her feet.

“Let me see you.” I step back and she turns around.

Fucking hell, my wife is sexy. Keeping my gaze on her, I back up a few steps until I find a lamp I can switch on to see her better.

She’s wearing white. A lacy, sheer bra cups her full breasts. Her tiny satin panties are connected to the garters, little bows practically inviting me to shred them with my teeth.

Patience. We don’t have to hurry tonight.

I quickly slide out of my suit jacket and unbutton my shirt, setting them over a chair. Cam is standing at the foot of the bed now. I walk over to her and drink her in for a few seconds before wrapping my hand around a big section of her hair and tugging it.

Taking my time, I kiss and nip at her exposed neck, working my way to her breasts. I slide one strap down from her shoulder, kissing the spot where it was.

She wants me to take her bra off. I can tell from her impatient moans. I don’t, though. Instead, I lick and kiss her breasts through the light fabric, squeezing her ass with my free hand.

It forces my erection to grind against her lower stomach and she lets out an exhale laced with a moan. She hooks a leg around my thigh, trying to get me into bed.

I keep my feet on the ground and unclasp her bra. She tips her head back as I cup both her breasts, grazing my thumb over her nipples.

“Mm, Rowan,” she murmurs.

She knows exactly what it does to me when she says my name like that—it drives me wild. I’m about to put my knee between her legs, forcing her back onto the bed, when I feel her hands on my belt buckle.

I close my eyes for a second, getting my shit together. Her mouth on my cock is always absolute bliss, but I can’t let myself come yet.

She gets to her knees and pulls down my pants, teasing me with her tongue through my boxers for a minute. Then she moves back and looks up at me, slowly tugging on the waistband of my boxers.

Every second since I laid eyes on her in that bar has been a tease. Her playing with me and knowing I’d walk through fire for just a taste of her. She finally gives in, taking me in her mouth and wrapping her hand around my shaft.

I can only handle a minute of it. It’s just too fucking good. I step back and she stands, her nipples hard.

“Lie down,” she says softly.

Part of me wants to keep the foreplay up for hours. I know what she wants and it actually turns her on hard when I make her wait for it.

Tonight, though, I want it too fucking much to deny her. We don’t have wild sex at home because she can’t come when she’s worried about our bed’s headboard hitting the wall and giving away that we’re having sex to the teenagers. Me? I couldn’t care less who knows I like having sex with my wife.

I lie on the bed and she climbs over me, moving her satin underwear to the side before sinking down on my cock. We both groan as she goes lower, taking every inch of me.

This is one of her biggest turn-ons—fucking with her underwear still on. Sometimes, I move it aside. Other times, I rip it.

She rides me like she means it, my hands on her waist as I thrust my hips up in time with her.

It’s been so long since there was nothing to focus on but the two of us. No one waking up or knocking on our door.

I can feel her coming as she lets out a series of loud moans. Just the sound of her—uninhibited because she doesn’t have to worry about anyone overhearing—makes me unload in her.

With a final, sated sigh, she slides off me and lies next to me.

“I couldn’t wait,” she says lightly.

“No complaints.” I kiss her. “You’re incredible.”

“And we’re just getting started, right?”

My lips quirk up in a smile. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”