Free The Culmination by Lauren Rowe

I’ll hunt you down and drag you back, kicking and screaming, and then lock you in our bedroom and put bars on the windows and doors.”
    Her face lights up. “Ooh.” She presses herself into my hard-on. “I love it when you get all creepy and intense on me.”
    I laugh. “My baby loves herself some crazy.”
    “Hellz yeah, I do.”
    I kiss her again.
    “I wish we were doing whatever Kat and Josh are doing right this very minute,” she breathes. “I can’t stop thinking about that box of goodies you gave me.”
    “It’s gonna be fun,” I say. “I’ve been thinking about it, too.”
    “So that’s what you were thinking about when you looked like a serial killer earlier?”
    “Well, it depends which time you’re referring to.”
    She laughs.
    “I’d say of the twenty or so times I looked like a serial killer today, probably four or five of those times I was thinking about putting those cuffs on you . ”
    She glances at Gracie, her cheeks bursting with sudden color, and then back at me. “And here I thought you looked like that because you were stressed about the babies.”
    “Well, yeah, the other fifteen times, I was stressing about the babies.”
    “Please stop worrying, baby. Everything’s gonna be fine. I promise.”
    I nod, even though I’m not sure I believe it.
    “You’re really okay with the whole bondage thing?” she asks. Her eyes dart to Gracie again.
    “Are you trying to talk me out of it?”
    “Hellz no. I’m just surprised, given what you’ve said in the past.”
    I shrug. “At the touch of love, every man becomes a pervert.”
    She smiles broadly. “Hmm. Is that the quote? I could have sworn Plato said something about love making a man into a poet ?” She crinkles her nose.
    “I believe the exact quote from Plato is, ‘At the touch of love, every man wants to cuff his wife to a bondage sheet and fuck her brains out.’”
    “Gosh, that Plato’s got a quote for everything.”
    “Do I detect a certain annoyance with my man Plato?”
    She touches my left forearm, grazing her fingertips over my tattooed declaration of love to her. “No, baby. Never. Plato’s my homey. I’m in favor of anyone or anything that helps you, Jonas. Always.”
    “That’s what Josh said, in so many words.”
    “Your brother’s a wise man.” She smiles. “And powerful.”
    “He has his moments. So you know what I’ve decided?”
    “What?”
    “I’m gonna stop thinking so much.”
    “Ha!”
    “No, really. I’m just gonna enjoy the ride—just like Josh said. I’m gonna focus on our happiness and nothing else. Fuck everything else.”
    She exhales like she’s been holding her breath underwater. Her eyes glisten.
    “A man can think himself into sorrow if he’s not careful.”
    She wipes her eyes. “Plato?”
    “No, Jonas Faraday.”
    “Damn, it’s getting harder and harder to tell you two apart.”
    I pull her close. “When you and the babies are in the clear, I’m gonna give you the most unbelievable sexual experience of your life. It’ll be Jonas and Sarah’s Fucktastic Adventure. Thailand 2.0. Bigger, better, and harder. A whole new peak . ”
    She glances at Gracie again—and once she’s confirmed her niece is happily throwing a beach ball, her eyes return to me.
    “You wanna know what the rules to this Fuckstastic Adventure are gonna be?” I ask.
    “Of course.”
    “One, I get to do whatever the fuck I want to you.”
    “Sounds familiar.”
    “And, two, I get to do whatever the fuck I want to you.”
    She exhales, clearly turned on.
    I brush my lips against her jawline and then her ear. “Another round of delicious anticipation, baby.” She looks exactly the way she did when I kissed her outside the cave in Belize. Holy fuck, I want to take her right here and now on the lawn. “Your cocky-bastard-asshole-motherfucker is back , baby.” I whisper. “And with a fucking vengeance.”

Chapter 7
    Sarah

    Jonas comes out of the bathroom, a towel around his waist,