Fuck if I knew. I’d woken up outside of Pete’s by the Dumpster. I had some vague recollection of Rita patting my leg and telling me to sleep it off…but that could have been a dream. A really weird, fucked-up dream. “I told you, I went to Pete’s to blow off some steam, and I passed out somewhere. But I made it home in one piece, and that’s really all that matters.”

Her eyes narrowed to dark and dangerous slits. It was hot. “Yes, it’s much easier for me to kill you when you’re alive. I told you I didn’t want your family as babysitters. You should have called Jennifer. And why did you need to blow off steam? You told me you were fine.”

“And I am, kind of. I just…with everything the guys have done to me recently…I needed…” Stopping myself, I let out an annoyed huff. I was so tired of thinking and talking about the guys. When would my life ever revolve around me? A dull buzz started gonging in my brain. It was different than the whiskey headache beating against my skull. It was almost like the throbbing was trying to tap out a message in Morse code. Something had happened last night that was important, that I should remember…my mind was completely blank though.

Anna got that anxious look that unsettled my stomach. I think she was scared I was just going to up and quit or something. But where would I go? Even I wasn’t stupid enough to throw away everything for nothing. See, Chelsey, I’m not the dog with the steak. The story doesn’t apply to me.

“Are you freaked out that I didn’t come home? Because I woke up alone, with all my clothes still on, so you don’t need to worry about that.” I vaguely remembered a group of girls at the bar, but I also recalled pushing them away from me. Anna had nothing to worry about. My cock was permanently drawn to her pussy. No one else even came close to her perfection.

She pursed her full lips at me, then crossed her arms over her chest. Her breasts were still larger than they usually were, thanks to feeding Onnika, and the movement lifted them even higher; she was practically shoving them in my face. “I should hope I have nothing to worry about. We both decided to end that crap when we got married. Give the children a good example and all that. Plus…I’d be super pissed if you were dick-sticking other people behind my back. We work because we’re honest. Brutally honest.”

A surprising amount of disgust roiled my stomach. Like I’d ever dick-stick someone else. It didn’t even sound appealing anymore. She was all I wanted, all I needed. Surveying my kingdom, I let my eyes linger over the pajama shorts Anna was wearing; they barely covered all of her backside. I wanted to touch the skin that was peeking out. A different kind of throbbing took me over, and amazingly enough, my headache completely vanished. Sex. It really was the tried-and-true cure for all sorts of aches and pains.

Crawling across the bed to where she was standing on the other side of it, I ran my hand up her leg. In a low, sultry voice, I told her, “I don’t want anyone but you. Why would I settle for less when I have the perfect woman at home?”

As my hand dipped into her short shorts, her lips shifted into a sexy, annoyed pout. “Stop that. I’m angry at you.”

My finger wandered into her underwear, and I tested the waters to see how she really felt. Like I thought it would be, my finger was wet when I pulled it back. Her mouth popped open with a low, erotic gasp, and I gave her a smug smirk. “No, you’re not.”

I shifted my hand so I could cup her backside. Fuck, she had an amazing ass. I was hard as a rock, ready to go, and for once, we could have sex in our bed. Mom had taken Onnika upstairs with her, and she was still up there. Another bonus…Anna was probably fully rested after a night of uninterrupted sleep.

“Yes, I am,” she stubbornly insisted. The anger was gone from her eyes though, so I didn’t believe her. “You left the girls with your parents. Onnika is still upstairs with your mom. How do we know if she fed her? Maybe the milk ran out? Maybe your mom is a heavy sleeper? Maybe she…oh God…”

Sometime during her speech, I’d sidled close to her, swept aside her shorts and underwear, and ran my tongue across her pussy. Fuck, she tasted good. Her hand instantly went to my head, holding me in place. “Fuck, that feels so good…don’t stop…”

I didn’t. I kept teasing her with my mouth until she was soaking, until she was panting, and until she was squirming for more. And just when she got to the point where I knew she’d explode if I continued…I stopped.

With a smile, I lay back on the bed. I was still wearing my clothes from last night, and my cock was straining against the denim of my jeans. It was almost painful, but I knew Anna would help me out, once she recovered.

Her head had dropped back while I’d been servicing her, and now that I had stopped, she snapped her gaze to mine. There was a feral look in her eyes, and for a moment, I thought she was going to hiss at me and order me to keep sucking her clit. Fuck, that would be so hot if she did. Just the thought made me adjust my erection. Damn it, I really needed her to release me soon.

With a casual shrug, I looked around the room. “So, we’re kid-free, in our bed…no one around…what should we do?” Innocence in my eyes, I returned my gaze to her. It was chilly in the early morning air, and Anna’s nipples were almost bursting through her light tank top. I was going to suck on those next.

Like she could read my mind, Anna ripped off her tank top. “We’re going to fuck.” With a throaty growl, she shucked off the rest of her clothes, then started in on my jeans. Thank you, God.

Anna and I ended up staying in bed most of the day, having sex over and over, like on the first night we’d gotten together. Whenever she left the room to go pump milk for Onnika, she’d start to work on pumping me when she got back. Guess the luxury of multiple babysitters and an empty bedroom had finally gotten to her. I knew the family needed to leave soon, for the sake of our sanities, but I was going to enjoy the freedom today.

We were on our fourth or fifth time, with Anna riding me, her glorious tits jiggling directly above my face. The expression on hers was euphoric, and as she squeezed my pecs, I knew she was close to losing it again. I lost myself in the sensation of her warm wetness moving up and down my cock in an endless rhythm of perfection. I groaned as the throbbing built to something nearly painful.

Anna cried out, “Oh God, Griffin, yes…yes…fuck yes…” then her sounds became animalistic noises that drove me over the edge. Clutching her ass and pulling her into me, I stretched out my body and let the wall of restraint crash down. Pure bliss exploded from my cock and spread throughout my body. The sounds I made weren’t coherent words, but they made Anna moan my name. “Yes…come for me, baby…” she moaned.

When we were spent, she sagged against me. “You’re so hot when you come,” she murmured against my skin.

I ran my hand up and down her back. “I know.” And I did. I’d filmed myself jacking off once, just to see what I looked like, and I had to say, it was pretty amazing. Anna was one lucky woman.

We lay together for a while, me still inside her, then Anna whispered, “Griffin…is everything with you and the band cool?”

I adjusted my head so I could look at her better. She was concerned at the least, scared at the most. I wasn’t sure how to answer her, so I went with what I thought she wanted to hear. “Yeah…sure. Why? Would you be upset if it wasn’t?” Narrowing my eyes, I studied her reaction.

Her expression turned thoughtful as she tilted her head and considered that for a moment. “Not upset. Just worried. Our life…it wouldn’t be the same without the band, you know? Plus…Kellan and Kiera, Matt and Rachel, Evan and Jenny…they’re family.” She gave me a small smile.