The 2014 R.L. Mathewson Chronicle Collection by R.L. Mathewson Page B

beneath her panties. They both groaned when his fingers trailed through warm, wet curls. Christ, she was ready, more than ready and that shouldn’t surprise him, but it still did. He’d never met a woman more responsive than his little grasshopper. She drove him out of his fucking mind and he loved her more for it.
                  “ Jason ,” she moaned, squirming beneath his touch even as she cupped his face and pulled him back down for a kiss that had his cock jerking in anticipation.
                  This would be the last time he’d make love to his wife in Florida, for at least the next five years as long as one of his asshole cousins or uncles didn’t turn this into a lifetime ban, and he wanted to make damn sure that he made it good. He also wanted to give her a good memory to replace the shitty ones that he’d given her last night.
                  He’d never planned on wrecking Book Bash for her, but he had. Thanks to him, she hadn’t even got the chance to stalk any of her favorite authors. From what he’d heard from Zoe, they’d just made it into the signing when the calls started. He really felt like an asshole for ruining this weekend for his wife, especially since she’d worked so damn hard so that they could afford this trip.
                  She’d taken on extra duties at school, tutored hormonal teenage boys who’d been more focused on her chest than on their homework and even took on extra hours with his father, taking care of the old man’s paperwork in her spare time so that she could afford this trip. Then again, he hadn’t allowed her to spend a single dime of that money on this trip. Not that she knew.
                  He’d had a very romantic night planned for tonight. He had reservations at a beautiful little restaurant on the coast. He’d planned on taking her on a drive with the excuse of seeing the ocean, but he’d had a lot more in mind than collecting seashells for the kids.
                  He’d reserved a room with a footed bathtub at a small bed and bath overlooking the ocean where he’d planned on making love to her until the wee hours of the morning where he’d planned on placing the check for every single cent that she’d spent on this trip on her pillow as she’d slept. While his wife had worked her ass off to pay for what apparently was a dream vacation for a romance novel addict, he’d been working his ass off to treat his wife to this trip to show her how much he loved and appreciated her.
                  They hadn’t been able to afford to go to Book Bash last year because the truck broke down and two of the kids had apparently decided that they were daredevils and had broken a leg and an arm each, eating through their vacation money and some of their savings. He’d hated not being able to take her last year and had sworn that he would make it up to her this year.
                  So, while his wife had been busting her ass to go on her dream vacation, he’d been getting up a few hours early every morning and putting a few hours in for his father, a few after work and grabbing every weekend that he could get his hands on so that he could pay for this vacation. He wanted every last cent that she’d worked her adorable ass for going to something that she wanted, not for him, not for the kids or their family, for her. He wished that he could take her to the coast and finish their vacation there, but the chief of police wanted him and Trevor out of the state before lunchtime so he was forced to improvise.
                  “ Fuck ,” he groaned as he sank two fingers inside her.
                  She was so wet and tight, squeezing his fingers in protest as he tried to pull them out so that he could slide them back inside, but her body was a greedy little thing and was refusing to release him. It didn’t help that she was moaning and whimpering