Alyssa
After I get back from the salon, the rest of the day blurs into a loop of breastfeeding, tag-teaming diaper changes, and keeping the kids entertained with Niko and Mason until my body feels wrung out.
Exhausted doesn't even begin to cover it.
But underneath the bone-deep fatigue simmers something hotter. Hungrier.
We haven't had real time with King in weeks.
He's been busy. Too busy.
And I don't want to sound like I'm complaining, but I f*****g hate it.
Especially tonight, when we're all home and he isn't.
Quickies before he passes out aren't enough—not for me. Not when I crave the full weight of him pressing me down, every brutal inch splitting me open, reminding me who I belong to.
Of course, Niko and Mason have been taking care of me—and each other. And it's incredi
