Down and Dirty (Hot Jocks #5)(63)

“Well, that’s some surprise,” I say, placing my now-empty takeout container in the trash.

“Babe, that wasn’t the surprise.” She smiles, her eyes twinkling with happiness.

“It wasn’t?”

She scurries out of the kitchen to retrieve an envelope from the coffee table, which she hands me with a huge grin. It’s from the Insurance Corporation of British Columbia.

“Okay . . .” I turn the envelope over in my hands.

“Open it!” she says excitedly.

I wander into the living room and Aubree follows, plopping down onto the couch beside me wearing a massive smile.

Inside the envelope, glued to a piece of paper, is Aubree’s new Canadian driver’s license. It takes me a minute to understand why she’s so excited about me seeing her driver’s license.

Then I see it, and my heart nearly bursts with happiness.

“Fuck, baby,” I murmur, my eyes meeting hers. “But why?”

She smiles and scoots in closer to me. “For you, my husband. I wanted to give you this.”

I run my thumb over the letters of her new name. Aubree Covington. She changed her name for me. Pride swells within me.

“I thought you weren’t going to.”

We talked about this. Aubree’s an independent woman, and I totally respect that. It was her decision. And now that she’s made it, a different one than I was expecting, my heart feels three times the size it did earlier.

“I like the idea of us having the same name.” She touches my hand, and I open my palm so she can slide her hand into mine. “I always thought I’d be giving something up by changing my last name, but then I realized I wasn’t giving up anything. I was gaining so much in return. Plus, I want to share the same name as the love of my life and the father of my future children. I want us all to have the same name.”

“Mrs. Covington,” I murmur.

The twinkle in her eyes beams bright. “Are you happy?”

“This is the best surprise ever,” I say, leaning over to kiss her.

I’m just so damn happy she chose to do this. I can’t believe we’re the Covingtons. It sounds so official. My brain starts spinning with all kinds of things guys probably aren’t supposed to think about, like monogrammed towels and matching luggage.

Aubree leans in too, planting her hand on my chest, and treats me to a slow, sweet kiss. “Do you know why I love you?”

“Because of my ability to make you orgasm with my tongue, my fingers, and my cock?”

She laughs, shaking her head. “Impressive, but no. I love you because you’ve always accepted me just as I am. You let me be me, and figure all this out in my own time.”

I nod, touching her cheek. “We’re in this together. I knew you were going to be my forever from the moment I met you. There’s just one problem,” I growl.

“What’s that?” she whispers.

“I think your surprise had an unintended consequence.” My gaze drops to my lap, and Aubree’s follows. “I suddenly feel really fucking horny.” I feel slightly territorial too, but she doesn’t need to know that part.

One of her eyebrows lifts in a challenging smirk. “My driver’s license made you horny?”

“Very.”

She crawls from her spot next to me and into my lap. “Then I might be able to do something about that.” With a sultry look, my wife kisses me. And it’s the perfect kiss. Slow and hot and wet.

“Shit.” I shift her in my lap.

Aubree meets my eyes with a look of concern. “What is it?”

“Just let me brush my teeth first.” All I can think about is the fact that I just ate, and my breath is probably terrible.

She laughs but motions for me to go ahead. “If you must.”

Hoisting myself up from the couch, I adjust the front of my pants and head for the master bath. At the sink, I grab my toothbrush and get to work, trying not to laugh at the fact that my Fleshlight is resting on a hand towel on the counter where I left it after washing it.

We rarely use the toy anymore, but last night, Aubree was feeling frisky and asked if she could use it on me. Which led to her stroking it up and down my shaft with a ton of lube, which led to me begging her to stop and ride me instead, which then led to the hottest sex ever.

My pulse spikes at the memory. My wife is better than your wife—FYI.

I finish brushing and rinse my mouth. One last quick glance in the mirror makes me smile, because the light catches the platinum of my wedding band. Even though I’ve been wearing my ring every day since Aubree surprised me with it, I haven’t gotten tired of seeing it on my hand. I don’t think I ever will.

“Lovey,” Aubree calls from the living room, sounding impatient.

I smile and call back, “Coming, babe.”

I’ve got a hot date on the couch with my wife, the woman of my dreams. Life doesn’t get any better than that.

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I hope you enjoyed Down and Dirty! Up next is Grant and Ana’s story in Wild for You.





He’s growly. Grumpy. Stubborn.

And now, my new roommate.

Walking away from my disastrous last relationship was an easy decision, but moving in with a friend-of-a-friend hockey star who’s rarely home? Not quite as simple, because Grant makes me feel things even I don’t understand.