I happen to love this woman pregnant.
“I call bullshit, charmer. You didn’t even know we’d ever be together when you built this house,” she argues and runs a hand over Evan’s head, enjoying the moment. She swore she’d only nurse him for one year, and that year is up tomorrow.
“Oh, Ace. I always knew we’d be together one day. I knew you’d live here and we’d build a life here. I may not have even realized it yet, but I knew it in my heart.” I kiss her head and run my hand down Evan’s back. “Thanks for finally catching up.”
“Jamie...” she sighs and looks down at Evan. “Thank you for giving me this life I love so much. For our family. For you.” She stands and gently places Evan in his crib. “And thanks for having a bi-week this week so we can have Evan’s first birthday party tomorrow.”
I pull her against me and wrap her in my arms. “I have a few ideas on ways you can thank me.”
“Oh yeah... Do any of them happen to start or end with me on my knees? Because I’m feeling awfully bendy tonight, love.”
Fuck, I love this woman.
“Present for me?” Kyrie asks as she hands me one of the gifts from the table, and I scoop her up in my arms. Judging by the pink wrapping paper, I think it’s safe to say this particular present is for her.
“Let’s look at the tag, princess.” I flip the package over, and yup.To Kyrie, from Gigi and Pop Pop. Looks like my parents are at it again.
We learned on Kyrie’s first birthday that my parents have put a rule in place. When they give a gift to one, they give a gift toboth. Really, I think it’s just another way for them to spoil our kids. Both of our kids.
Mom walks over and takes her out of my arms. “Hello, sweet girl.”
“Gigi,” Kyrie squeals, and I see Ashton walk into the pantry, a wicked smile on her face directed my way.
“I’ll be right back, Mom.”
Ashton
“Hey, beautiful,” Jamie whispers as he closes the pantry door behind himself and presses his erection against my ass. And what an erection it is. I swear I’m so much hornier this go-round than I was the last time I was pregnant. “You summoned?”
I shimmy my hips back, and one of his warm hands wraps around my waist and slides under my shirt. “Summoned... I smiled at you, charmer.”
“Guess I’m easily trained.” He grinds his hips against me, and I bite back a delicious moan.
“You think?” I tease as he pops open the button of my jeans and slides that deliciously calloused hand down, teasing my sex and swallowing the whimper slipping from my lips.
My head drops to the shelf in front of me as the thick tip of one finger pushes inside. “So wet for me already, Ace.”
“Always,” I chant. “Do you think you can be fast?”
“Depends.” He wraps my hair around his fist and yanks until his lips are on mine. “Do you want to come on my cock or my face?”
“I want both, but I’ll settle for one now and one later.”
He drags his coated finger through my soaked sex, teasing me. “Ticktock, beautiful. Which will it be?” He pinches my clit, and pleasure courses through my body.
I lean my head back against his chest, looking around the pantry. His face just won’t do in this room. “Your cock.”
“Good fucking girl,” he growls in my ear as he adds another finger and curls just fucking right.
“Fuck . . .” I keen. “Right there.”
Jamie groans against my neck as his hand moves under my shirt and pushes up my bra.
Heat pools between my legs.
So fucking close already.
Always so close.
