Addison immediately went to the glass doors and slid them open, stepping out to the balcony. We could still hear our family partying the night away with no sounds of stopping anytime soon. That was fine by me. I planned to be busy for a while.

  I came up behind Addison and put my arms around her waist, kissing her gently in the crook of her neck.

  “Thank you for the most wonderful day of my life,” Addison said quietly. “It was perfect.”

  “You’re perfect,” I replied. “And you’re mine now. You have no idea how that makes me feel.”

  “Tell me,” she said as she tilted her head to give me better access to her neck.

  I continued to kiss a line up to her jaw while thinking carefully through my words. I wasn’t sure I could even articulate how happy this day had made me, but I was damn sure gonna try.

  “It makes me feel like my life finally has meaning,” I said. “Football used to be my life, but I always knew it was only temporary. Once it was over, I’d have to find myself all over again. But I feel like you’ve given me the most important part of who I am. Everything else is what I do. But you and our family, it’s who I am. I am so grateful that you decided it was worth taking a chance on me. Because you’re the other half of me that was missing. I just didn’t know it until I found you,” I said before continuing my venture on her neck.

  “Jason?”

  “Hmm?” I said lazily.

  “Let’s get you naked.”

  My head snapped up, and it took me about half a beat to pull her back into the room and close the sliding glass doors.

  “You afraid they’re gonna hear you if we leave the doors open?” Addison chided playfully.

  “No,” I argued. “I’m afraid they’re gonna hear you when you scream my name here in about five minutes.”

  She smirked. “Five minutes, huh?”

  “Yep,” I said with a smile. “And in seven minutes. And in ten minutes. Again in about fifteen minutes. And maybe again at the twenty-minute mark.”

  Addison blushed, and I watched as her breathing picked up in anticipation.

  “Well then,” she said. “I guess you’d better get naked and on that bed so I can live out my fantasy.”

  I smiled as I did a slow striptease for her. She just leaned back against the bed and watched, taking in every part of me as it became visible to her. I watched her face when I finally stripped off my boxer briefs and sprang free. When she licked her lips, I knew the past six weeks had been just as hard on her as they were on me.

  As I ripped the comforter off the bed and lay down in the middle of the sheets, I watched her hike up her skirt and pull her white lace panties off. She tossed them at my head, and I grabbed them, quickly bringing them to my nose to inhale her scent.

  “That’s so gross,” she said with a giggle. “You know that right?”

  “Don’t care,” I said huskily. “Baby, you’d better get up here. I don’t want to ruin your fantasy, but now that I’ve smelled you again, I’m losing my self-control quickly.”

  She smiled and crawled onto the bed, over me and into my arms, kissing me with all the passion she’d built up over the weeks. Once she got her fill of my lips and tongue, she shifted back and onto her knees, hiking up her dress and positioning herself above me.

  She slid down until I was buried between her hips. My eyes closed and head rolled back at the feel of her after so long. She was right. It felt like the first time all over again. She was hot and wet and tight and mine. I went to grab her hips when I heard her giggle, and I suddenly noticed I was being smothered.

  “What the fuck is this?” I asked as I started digging my way free, sex temporarily forgotten. A couple of seconds later, I could see Addison’s face as she laughed.

  “I guess I didn’t take into account how big my skirt is,” she said, still laughing.

  “This is not nearly as sexy when I get buried underneath all the petticoat shit.” I laughed, causing her to gasp.

  “What?” I asked.

  “Oh, that felt good when you laughed,” she said, dropping her head back with a heavy breath. I groaned when her hips moved and she started riding me. I moved my hands back under her skirt and grabbed her hips, grinding her closer to me. Within minutes, I was being smothered again, but I didn’t care.

  I could hear Addison’s breathing get ragged as she continued to ride me, chasing her orgasm. I could tell she was getting close, so I brushed her clit with my thumb, sending her over the edge.

  “Ohmygod, Jason!” she cried out as she spasmed around me. Moments later, I moaned my own release, which seemed to go on and on and on.

  We took a few minutes to catch our breath before digging me out of the petticoat thing again. When I finally felt the rush of cool air across my face, I put my hands behind my head and smiled up at my wife.

  “Was that everything your fantasy made it out to be?” I asked her with a grin.

  “Well, I wasn’t expecting to not be able to see you, that’s for sure,” she answered. “But after six weeks, I’m not sure how much I was noticing anyway.”

  I laughed. “I’ll admit, there is something to be said for letting it all build up for that long.”

  “I think the novelty of this dress has worn off now,” she said, rising to her knees. We both winced as I slid out of her. “Would you help me out of it before we start getting all these pins out of my hair?”

  We never got to the pins that night. As soon as the dress came off, I was ready to go for round two. It was just as good as the first time. Only this time, we stared into each other’s eyes the whole time.

  I was sitting outside late the next morning with Jaxon asleep on my lap when Deuce finally stumbled out the doors with sunglasses on and dropped into the seat across the table from me. The clean-up crew was busy stacking chairs and moving centerpieces from tables. Everyone else was inside, probably packing for their flight home. Addison and I would be staying in Scotland for another week for our honeymoon.

  “Want a goat cheese omelet?” I asked Deuce, already knowing the answer.

  He grimaced and held up his hand in protest as he grabbed the pitcher in front of him. “Nothing for me except orange juice,” he said, pouring himself a glass.

  “Long night?” I chided.

  “You are an asshole for having an open bar,” he said, sipping on his orange juice. “I’m still trying to decide if it was worth it.”

  “Let me know once you get to thirty-thousand feet,” I said with a smile.

  “Ugh,” he responded, looking like he might upchuck at any moment. “I’m so glad Vanessa and I are only going to London. I don’t think I could take a twelve-hour flight today.”

  “Serves you right for being such a douchebag last night,” I said, shifting my legs and trying not to drop Jaxon in the process.

  He chuckled. “I’m assuming you’re going to be a lot harder to piss off now that you’re more relaxed?”

  “I don’t know about that,” I answered. “You seem to do a pretty good job pissing me off by just being you.”

  Deuce took a longer sip of his juice and grabbed a pastry off the table, taking a small bite, testing out his gag reflex. “What’s going on here?” he asked, gesturing towards Jaxon, who was still asleep.

  “I’m not sure,” I said, looking down and smoothing his hair back off his face. “He said he wasn’t feeling good. Addison gave him some Tylenol ‘cause he had a little fever, and he’s been knocked out ever since.” I looked back up at Deuce. “You may want to keep an eye on Trace for a couple days since they’ve been playing together so much.”

  “I’m sure Vanessa’s already rubbing some oils all over him and doing a chant or some shit like that,” he said dismissively, taking another bite of the pastry. “She has oils for everything. Got a cold? Rub some oil on your chest. Sore throat? Put an oil under your tongue. Need to take a shit? Rub this oil on your ass,” he said, shaking his head. “I swear it’s like we live in a jungle with all the different smells in our house.”

  I chuckled. “I wouldn’t let Vanessa hear you say that. She takes that shit seriously.”

  “And that’s fine,” Deuce said with his hands up in a defensive pose. “I’m sure there are some nice hocus pocus benefits to it. But if I need to take a shit, I’d rather drink some MiraLAX and sit on the pot for a while with a crossword puzzle.”

  Deuce was pouring himself another glass of orange juice when Adam joined us. He was acting really weird, not making eye contact. Being very quiet. Obviously avoiding telling us about his night. I just stared at him until he finally looked up at me.

  “What?” he asked as he reached over to put some fruit on a plate.

  “You know what,” I answered, still not taking my eyes off him.

  “Yeah,” Deuce added. “Did you hit it last night?”

  Adam scrunched his nose and paused what he was doing. I just started laughing.

  “You did, didn’t you!” I accused, still laughing. When Adam didn’t answer, I kept going. “Seriously? Samantha? You realize what kind of trouble you’re in now, right?”

  “Aww, shit,” Deuce said, sitting back in his chair. “I hope you weren’t planning on staying single, because you are not getting rid of her anytime soon.”

  Adam groaned and put his face in his hands. “I don’t know what happened. We were just talking, and she started getting flirty, and…”

  “Shoving her tits in your face and squeezing your ass,” Deuce finished for him. “We’ve all been there, man.”

  “That’s not what happened,” Adam defended.

  I looked at him and laughed again. “Don’t deny it. Deuce is right…we’ve all been there, Adam. I’m sure that’s exactly what happened.”

  “Fine.” He sighed. “But what do I do now? She’s a nice girl…”

  Deuce and I interrupted him with our laughs.

  “Shut up, you guys,” Adam said. “I’ll figure out something. Maybe it’s just a romantic Scotland thing or something.”

  “Sure,” I said sarcastically, watching Deuce try to control his laughter. “I’m sure that’s what it was.”

  “Anyway,” Adam said, picking up his plate again and filling it up with more food, “I wanted to talk to you, Jason.”

  “What about?” I asked, shifting Jaxon when he started drooping off my lap again.

  “We need to talk about what kind of non-profit you want to start up,” he said as I groaned.

  Ever since Adam had become my manager, he’d been bugging me to start a non-profit organization. Something about boosting my public image or some shit. As a side bonus, it could be used as a tax write-off since my money would be donated to the organization to make it stay afloat. It was a good idea. The problem was, there weren’t any particular causes I was all that passionate about.

  “Do we really have to talk about that now, man?” I asked. “I got married yesterday. I’m starting my honeymoon without you losers today.”

  “And he finally got laid last night,” Deuce added. “Give him a minute to start thinking with the right head again.”

  I just ignored the interruption. “Look,” I said. “When Addison and I get back, I’ll really start to think about it. Maybe she has some better ideas than I do.”

  “I can work with that,” Adam said as he bit into a strawberry. Just then, the doors opened again. Samantha walked out and Adam started choking on his strawberry. Deuce was still pounding him on the back when my mother came out a few seconds later.

  “How’s he doing,” she asked me, kissing me on the head and patting my shoulder before sitting down right next to me.

  “He ate a little bit of fruit and then climbed up on my lap and fell asleep. He’s been out for about thirty minutes. I hope he’s well enough to fly home today.”

  “I’m sure he’ll be fine,” my mother said. “Kids get fevers all the time for the littlest thing. It was a big day for him yesterday. His body is probably just worn out.”

  We sat there for a couple more hours, enjoying the view and each other’s company before everyone headed to the airport to fly home.

  I woke up with sunlight in my eyes. Apparently we had fallen asleep with the blinds open, which explained why I was awake so early.

  Addison and I had stayed in Scotland for an extra week, touring the countryside and exploring the city of Edinburgh. It had been a fantastic trip. But five days after getting back, jet lag was still killing us.

  As I stretched my arms and legs and yawned, I looked over at Addison and felt myself get hard again. There was something about waking up next to my wife that made me horny just about all the time. So I rolled over and wrapped myself around her, kissing her neck and bare shoulder.

  Apparently we had fallen asleep without clothes again, too. Not that I was complaining.

  I felt her wake up and moan my name, encouraging me to devour the rest of her. “That feels so good,” she said sleepily, reaching up to cup my cheek. I continued kissing down her arm until I reached her hand and rolled her onto her back, pinning her hand above her head as I settled on top of her.

  “Good morning,” I said as I kissed down the front of her chest. “Sleep well?”

  “I was,” she said. “But waking up is much better.”

  “Good,” I said, making my way up to her mouth, morning breath be damned. “Today’s gonna be a big day. I think we need to work out some of our anxiety.”

  “Oh you do, do you?” she asked with a smile as she brought her other hand up to join the first above her head. “I think that sounds like a fabulous idea.”

  I pulled the sheets over us and positioned myself between her legs. Just as I began to push inside her, the door flew open and Jaxon came barreling in.

  “Get up, get up, get up! Today’s the day! Get up!” he screamed as he ran around the room. When he saw us on the bed, he stopped dead in his tracks and looked back and forth between Addison and me several times. “What are you doing?” he asked.

  “Wrestling,” I answered without missing a beat.

  “How come?”

  “‘Cause your mom woke me up, so I was getting ready to tickle her.”

  He paused in thought for a second. “Well do that later! Get up, today’s the day!” he yelled and ran back out of the room.

  I looked down at Addison, who had a shocked expression on her face. Then she started laughing.

  “Ohmygod, how did you think of that so fast?”

  “I walked in on my mom and dad once when I was a kid,” I explained. “That’s exactly what my dad said to me.”

  Addison moved her hands out from under mine and grabbed my face, pulling me in for a kiss. “Well done. First day on the job and you’re already blowing this daddy thing out of the water.”

  “Don’t compliment me yet,” I said as I got up and shut the door Jax had left wide open. “That’s still your son we’re talking about.”

  “Don’t get used to saying that, or I’ll turn it around on you one of these days,” she said as she walked towards the bathroom. I followed her into the shower, staring at her ass the whole way.

  After a quick yet dirty shower, I dressed in some khakis and a blue polo and met Jax in the kitchen to make sure he was dressed.

  I whistled when I saw him. “You look nice, Jax.” He had chosen to wear some black slacks and a green button-down shirt. He was even wearing the black dress shoes from the wedding that he hated so much. I was genuinely impressed.

  “Yeah, well I don’t want the judge to think you guys make me wear dirty clothes or something. Then she might not let you adopt me.”

  I ruffled his hair as I walked by to get the coffee maker started. “That’s not gonna happen, buddy. We’ve already done everything we needed to do. Today just makes it official.”

  And it was true. Per the State of Texas, a child couldn’t be adopted until he had lived with the adoptive parent for six months. So just four days after Christmas, Addison, Jaxon and I had moved into a four-thousand-square-foot home in a gated community around the corner from their old house. Within a week of moving in, I had filled out all the paperwork to get all my background checks done and had set an appointment to have someone come out and do an official home study. The questions they asked during the home study were extremely personal, some almost offensive. But if that’s what it took to convince the state that I could be a good father to Jaxon, then I was willing.

  Now here we were, on June twenty-ninth, exactly six months from the date we moved in, getting ready to make Jaxon mine forever. I had to admit, I was probably more excited than he was. But I was still trying to be a good parent, so I couldn’t let some things slide.

  “Jax,” I said as the coffee percolated. “What’s the rule about you barging into our room?”

  “I’m supposed to knock first.”

  “And how come?”

  “Because you need your privacy.”

  “Exactly.”

  “But you were just wrestling,” he argued.

  “I know that, Jaxon,” I responded, trying not to grin. “But what if your mom had been getting in the shower or something?”

  He grimaced. “Like if she was naked?”

  “Yeah. You’re nine years old. You’re too old to see your mom naked.”

  “You’re thirty-one. How come you do?”

  I opened my mouth and shut it again. I wasn’t exactly sure how to answer this one.

  “How come you do what?” Addison asked as she walked into the kitchen in her bathrobe, kissing Jax on the head and heading for the coffee pot.

  “How come Jason can be in the room when you’re naked?” he asked her.

  Her eyebrows shot up and she looked over at me.

  “He stumped me,” I whispered. “I don’t know the right answer.”

  Addison chuckled and grabbed two mugs from the cabinet and handed me one. The coffee pot wasn’t full yet, but she wasn’t one to patiently wait for coffee.

  “Because we’re married, Jaxon,” she said nonchalantly as she filled her mug, leaving just enough room for some milk and sugar. “Someday, when you’re married, you can be in the room when your wife is naked, too.”

 

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