Chapter One-Hundred and Seventy-Six
Amelia squealed as she bolted toward John, leaping into his arms as he swung her onto his hips. "John!" She wrapped her arms around his neck, squeezing his cheek against hers. "You're home!"
He chuckled, giving her a quick kiss on the ear. "Did you get your ears pierced?" He asked, feeling a small jewel against his lips.
She nodded, brushing her hair over her shoulders. "I got diamonds like you and Claire have."
He smiled, feeling her heels dinging into his back where he'd been having muscle spasms for a few weeks. "Hey, loosen up a little. My back is giving me shit."
Clarissa smiled, looking down at the prescription bottle in her hand and the little pill case that she had to fill. "He has to go back after trick-or-treating, baby. He can't stay for long."
Amelia shook her head, squeezing John close to her. "No!" She cried, craving John's touch and the way he would protectively cuddle her after a bad dream. "He has to stay!" Tears sprung to her eyes, fear rising in her chest at the thought of John being kept away from her again. "He can't go!"
Claire watched as John's eyes showed his heartbreak, practically able to see the fracture as it happened. "John." She kissed his neck, brushing his hair back behind his ear. "It's okay…"
He placed Amelia in Cody's arms, taking Claire's hands and pressing his forehead against hers. "I fucked up." He let her kiss his lips, matching a slow pace that she set. His hands traveled to her wrists, and he slowly moved her until a wall was only a few inches from her back, before he lifted her hands above her head and slammed her into the wall. His body pressed against her, his movements becoming faster, stronger, hungrier for her. He pressed his hips against her stomach, allowing her to feel his hard. He moaned into her mouth as she pressed closer to him, her tongue pushing so deep into his throat that she was nearly choking him.
She pulled back, freeing her hands from his fingers and wrapping them around his slowly filling out hips. She couldn't feel his bones anymore, but she also knew that he had a long way to go. "What are you doing?" She asked, as he pushed himself against her hips.
"You did it again." He whispered, smirking as she slipped her hands into his back pockets. "All you gotta do is kiss me, and I get a boner."
She shook her head, guiding him up to her room to show him the costumes she'd gotten for them. "Well, you're not getting anything, at least not until you get out of rehab."
He tilted his head, his brow furrowing in confusion. "You're not waiting until our wedding night anymore?"
She rubbed her fingers through his hair, opening her door to show the Morticia and Gomez Addams costumes on her bed. "I'll only do it if you earn it before then."
He chuckled, taking his costume from her and slipping into it without a moment's hesitation. "Sweets, just being allowed to kiss you is enough for me."