“Fuck,” he bit out.
“You’re so deep like this,” I gasped as I leaned forward, finding the angle that worked best.
His hands lifted, his fingers tweaking my nipples as I took him. He let me experiment for a while until we were both at the breaking point. I felt him shift then, his heels firmly planted in the mattress as he took me from the bottom. He powered up, causing me to cry out.
He let out a groan, pulling me bodily beneath him in a fluid movement.
I shattered seconds later with him soon pulling out of me with a low groan as he let loose across my belly.
“That was fun,” I laughed into his neck as I fought to catch my breath.
“You have no idea how much fun we’re going to have,” he responded with a devilish grin.
We cleaned up together in the bathroom before turning in.
“Night, baby.”
“Night,” I murmured, burrowing closer to his skin.
Chapter 11
“Soph,” Ax’s voice cut through my deep sleep.
“Hmm. Mmm?”
“I gotta go. Mad’s in his crib. Ry’s on the couch. Get some sleep,” he murmured, his lips brushing my neck.
“Mad?” I rasped, feeling more awake.
“Ry brought him back. Everything’s good,” he assured me.
“Where’re you going?” I mumbled.
“I’ve gotta take care of some loose ends,” he answered vaguely.
It wasn’t until hours later when I was fully awake that I realized what that really meant.
I fell back asleep after he left, for how long I wasn’t sure, before Maddox was cooing from the other room. I stretched out briefly, Axel’s side of the bed cool to the touch. My entire body felt sore but I didn’t feel as bad as I would have expected. I opened the office door, finding Mad sitting up in his crib with a big grin on his face.
There was never a finer sight.
When I moseyed out to the kitchen with Maddox on my hip, I stopped short at Ryker snoring on the couch. I’d nearly forgotten he’d be there.
I was intending to be as quiet as possible but almost immediately, Maddox let out a loud shriek of glee at seeing his bottle. Ryker was so shocked, he toppled off the couch.
“Sorry,” I apologized through laughter as he looked around, as though he had to remember where he was.
“Jesus, that kid is loud,” he groused, running a hand through his hair and rising to his feet.
“Babies tend to be loud,” I agreed. “I’ll make coffee.”
“Thank God,” he muttered.
“Heard from your brother?” I asked, my tone deliberately casual.
“Unless he spoke to me in my sleep, then no,” he retorted.
“You’re not a morning person then,” I surmised dryly.
