Oneshots - Kayce Dutton Book 2

Come Home Smut

Request - you haven't done a smut one shot in a long time. Could we have a smut one? Maybe the reader is like wanting Kayce all day long and then jumps him when he comes home from work? 

You were irritated. 

You woke up late to the office this morning. You spilled coffee all over yourself. You got a flat tire on your way home, resulting in being over an hour late. Today had just not been your day. 

You hadn't seen Kayce, really seen him, in about four days. The only time was when he was either crawling into bed late or you were up before him, kissing his cheek bye on your way out. 

As you pulled into your parking spot, you saw his truck already home, making your heart skip a beat. 

You missed your husband in a lot of ways, but you missed him more, right now. 

You got out, grabbed your bag, and made your way inside the cabin the two of you shared. John had made you promise to move into the main lodge once the two of you decided to start having children. You pushed open the door and were greeted by your husband sitting on the couch, his hat and badge tossed on the table, and an almost empty whiskey glass in his hand. 

"You look just as tired as I feel," You laughed as you shut the door. "Hey." 

"Hi, baby," Kayce's voice immediately relaxed your tense muscles along your shoulders. 

You dropped your bag down and kicked off your shoes by the door, slowly making your way over to the couch. Kayce placed his arm on the back of the couch as you sat down next to him, snuggling into his side. Kayce held up his glass to you, your fingers brushing against his as you brought the glass up to your lips for a sip. 

"How was your day?" Kayce asked you as you handed his glass back to him. 

"Long," You leaned your head against his shoulder. "How was yours?" 

"Long," Kayce's lips brushed against your forehead and it made your eyes flutter. 

"M'sorry," You mumbled, leaning your head back. "Missed you." 

"Missed you," Kayce smiled down at you. "Sorry, your day was long too." 

His arm around you moved up, his fingers brushing your hair back from your face some. You leaned into his touch. 

"Can I do anything to help?" Kayce asked and you knew he was being sweet, but something about the way he asked made your mind go a different route. 

"Actually," You sat back up. "There is something you can do." 

"What's that?" Kayce looked expectantly at you. 

You swallowed, taking his glass from him and placing it on the table in front of where you two sat. You swung your leg over so you could straddle Kayce's lap, his hands immediately finding your hips as you settled gently on him with a smile. 

"See... I can't..." You thought for a moment. "I can't remember something." 

"What?" Kayce's hand rubbed your sides lovingly. 

"I can't remember the last time you made love to me," You held both of his cheeks in your palms. 

His beard tickled your hand as your thumb rubbed under his eyes. 

"That is a problem," Kayce told you. 

"Mmhmm," You nodded. "But I think you can help me...right?" 

Kayce's hand went to hold you under your ass and soon he was standing with you in his arms. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he stepped around the couch. You were laughing as you held onto him.