Shane returns to our bed a while later, with Ava. He lays her in bed between us, and she cuddles up to me.
“Mom-mom-mom,” she whimpers as she nuzzles my arm.
“I tried,” he says. “She wouldn’t stop asking for you.”
Immediately, Ava settles down beside me, sighing as she closes her eyes. Her little hand clutches strands of my hair.
“I imagine she’ll doze off in a few minutes,” I whisper. “What about Luke?”
“He fell right back to sleep while I was rocking Ava.” He reaches over to brush my cheek. “You should be asleep, too. You can barely keep your eyes open. I’ll stay up, and when she’s asleep, I’ll take her back to her crib.”
I must doze off because a little while later I stir as I feel Shane lift Ava off the mattress. My eyes are so heavy I can’t keep them open.
Not long after, he returns to our bed, settling himself beneath the covers. I turn to him and slip my arm around his waist. His body is warm and comforting, and he smells so good my body stirs in response. I want him, but I’m so sleepy.
Shane kisses my forehead. “Go to sleep, sweetheart.”
* * *
When I open my eyes again, sunlight is just starting to peak through a crack in the drapes. Surprisingly, after all the excitement and chaos we experienced yesterday, I feel rested. Once Shane got Ava settled back in her crib, we had no more complaints from our kids in the night, thank goodness.
My bladder is full, so I slip out of bed and move quietly to the bathroom to take care of business. While I’m in there, I brush my teeth and hair.
When I step out of the bathroom, I walk over to the door that adjoins our room with the kids’ room. I press my ear to the closed door and listen for a moment. I hear nothing. The kids are still asleep.
When I turn toward our bed, I notice Shane is lying on his back, awake. He holds his arms out to me, and I return to bed and join him under the covers.
He rolls us so that I’m lying beneath him. “Mmm,” he murmurs as he kisses me. “Minty. The kids are asleep?”
“At the moment, yes, but I can’t guarantee for how long.”
He smiles. “I’m willing to risk it.”
“You’d have to be quick. Real quick.”
He frowns. “I think you just insulted my manhood.”
I stifle a laugh. “I’m serious, Shane. We have to hurry. They’ll—”
Before I can say another word, Shane covers my mouth with his, cutting off what I was going to say. He slides a hand between my thighs and nudges them apart. His middle finger slips easily into my already wet opening, and he locates my happy spot with unerring accuracy. He knows my body like the back of his hand, and he knows this is the quickest way to make me come. Even when we’re in a rush, he sees to my pleasure first.
I feel my climax sneaking up on me and start squirming. When my inevitable whimpers start, he swallows them down, muting any noises I make as he rubs my g-spot with single-minded focus.
As my orgasm hits me like a wave, my thigh muscles tighten. I clamp my legs together, trapping his hand, as pleasure sweeps through me like liquid fire. He waits until my body relaxes before he seeks his own pleasure, spreading my legs once moreand sinking deep inside me in one fluid stroke. The way he fills me is so perfect, I gasp.
He begins moving, thrusting long and deep. I bend my knees, cradling him between my thighs. He reaches between us to stroke my clitoris, which sends shivers through me. My body is heating up like a furnace, and my insides are melting.
Suddenly, his body tightens, and he thrusts one last time, so deeply he hits my cervix. He crushes his mouth against mine and bites back a cry as his orgasm rips through him.
Shane collapses on me and rolls us onto our sides so he’s not crushing me. He holds me to him, both arms around me, and presses a kiss to my forehead.
We lie quietly for a while, just holding each other. Shane skims his hands over my waist and hips and down my thigh. He murmurs to me, telling me how much he loves me. “Next time,” he whispers as he peppers kisses on my face, “I’m going to takehours.”
As soon as we hear quiet voices coming from the kids’ room, he sits up and quickly pulls on his boxers.
He’s decent just in time, because a moment later we hear Luke call, “Daddy? Mama?”
“That’s my cue,” Shane says as he stands. He grabs a pair of gray sweats off a nearby chair, as well as a T-shirt, and quickly dresses. “I’ll change Ava’s diaper and get them both ready while you get dressed. Then we can go downstairs and let the festivities begin.”
