Yep. Going to have a heart attack. I guess tonight was the night to lay it all on the table.
“Really?” I asked, breathlessly.
“If that sounds good to you,” he said, his lips descending to blaze a trail down my neck.
I arched into his mouth. “I agree on one condition,” I said on a gasp.
“What’s that? Daily orgasms?”
“Two conditions then,” I said with a moan as his mouth found my nipple over my tank. I pulled back, pulling my tank up and over my head, tossing it to the floor. I pushed my underwear down and kicked them off as well.
Jake leaned back, watching the show. “Suppose I should shed my clothes too,” he said as he did just that. “Okay, daily orgasms and what’s the other condition?” Naked, he pulled me against him. His hard cock told me he was ready to get this party started.
I made myself meet his eyes. If he wasn’t okay with this, I needed to know now so I could decide if it was a deal breaker. “Well, it’s just, I mean I love Drew and Steph—”
“Jesus, babe, I mean I love them too, but they are not what I want to talk about when I have you naked,” he said with a laugh, trailing a finger up my side and thumbing my nipple.
I gasped, then rushed it. “I want to have more babies,” I got out, pulling Jake’s mouth to my breast.
Jake pulled back to meet my eyes, his suddenly serious. “Babe, you want kids with me?”
My body cried out for his mouth, but I could see from his gaze that he was serious. “Of course I do,” I said. “You’re wonderful with Addie, and I don’t want her to be an only child. Plus, if we’re getting married one day, I absolutely want babies with you.”
It was Jake’s turn to get misty-eyed. “When can you go off the pill? I’m good with you being pregnant tomorrow.”
This man. I pressed a kiss to his mouth. “I can stop the pills, but it will take a while for us to be able to get pregnant.”
“Then…” Jake lowered his mouth again, his tongue circling my nipple. Sucking it in, he bit it lightly. “I think we better practice.”
He continued his path down my body, his mouth worshipping my breasts, then my stomach, the baby belly that hadn’t completely left after I had Addie. He slid my legs apart as he settled in, dragging his tongue through my wet folds, then circling my clit before pulsing it in his mouth, taking only seconds before the sensations built to a crescendo that screamed through my body as I arched from the bed, stars in my eyes.
Jake’s mouth gentled as he let my body come down from my climax. Coming up to press a kiss to my lips, he reached into the drawer for a condom. Sliding it on, he kissed my nose. “Ready, Ivy?”
“Always,” I whispered.
Jake slid in with one thrust until I was filled with him. As he began to move, the sensations in my core began to build again from the slight tingle to a pulse as my clit brushed his base. But more than that, I was overwhelmed with the feeling of completeness, like I was exactly where I was meant to be. I had no idea what was visible on my face, but there was something because Jake looked down at me and his eyes widened as he slowed down.
“You okay?”
I studied him, not even sure how to express what I was feeling. Hell yes, I was okay. I was more okay than I’d ever been. Pulling his head to mine, I whispered. “I love you, Jacob Spencer. And I’m so damn glad you’re not a misogynist.”
He blinked, blinked again, and then threw his head back and laughed. Leaning down, he spoke to me against my lips. “I love you too, Ivy Jameson. And I can’t wait to love on you for the rest of our lives.”
I wrapped my arms around him and let him bring me to another orgasm.
Yeah, daily orgasms. I could live with that.
34
Reds of Christmas
Jake
The brewery was hopping. Laurie was stationed at the far corner of the bar, getting the complementary Fire and Rain for the Reds of Christmas guests. We’d had a steady stream of people from the event as they visited the local businesses, showing their red bands around their wrists that entitled them to different items at each location. We’d gotten great feedback from not only the Reds folks but also our normal Friday crowd. Sully smiled from his spot at the taps, wiping a hand across his forehead in mock exhaustion.
“Lots of new-to-the-brewery people tonight,” he said with a head nod to the stream coming in. We’d participated in the Reds each year that we’d been open, but since it was only celebrating its sixth year, the event had grown as we had. Looking over the reservations with Ivy over the past few weeks, I’d been floored by the numbers. We were easily over double the participants from last year. We also were bringing in people from larger towns nearby, which was great for our business community. Hopefully they’d visit tonight and then remember us in the future and come back.
Ivy’s social media campaign had really knocked this event out of the park. I was so damn proud of her and thrilled she decided to stay on as the owner of Pages. I saw a great future for her in that bookstore.
