by T. Cobbin
Danielle pushed against his chest. “Leo, stop. The kids.”
Leo looked contrite but happy in the same instance.
He shrugged. “It makes it easier to tell them?” he asked with a smirk.
Danielle rolled her eyes and peeked over her male’s broad shoulders to see two children watching with their mouths open.
Gracie turned to Ollie. “See, I told you Pops liked your mum.”
Even over the blowing wind, Danielle heard her son ask Gracie, “Will you be my sister then?”
“No, I told you, I’m your mate,” Gracie declared with her hands on her hips. “Now, shall we make a snowman?”
“Oh dear, we seem to have opened a can of worms.” Leo grimaced.
“We?” Danielle asked. “You kissed me first.”
“Yes, I did, sweetheart, didn’t I?” Leo said without an ounce of remorse in his voice. “And I don’t regret it one tiny bit.”
He wrapped his huge arms around her waist and pulled her close to his body. Danielle could feel his hardness through their jeans. A gasp left her. Her clit throbbed with anticipation, and her pussy dampened. She wanted him again.
“How do you do that?” she asked, panting.
“Do what? Make you want me?” His smirk changed to a sexy, ear-to-ear smile that showed off his dimples. “Because you’re my mate, we’re horndogs together.”
Horndogs? Danielle hadn’t even considered sex after Master. She tried hard to think back to before…him, but couldn’t remember what she’d been like.
“Hey,” Leo said, bringing her out of her thoughts. “What made that frown appear between those beautiful eyes of yours?” He ran a finger between her eyebrows and down her nose. With the cold bustling around her, his digits left a tingling sensation behind.
“Aren’t you freezing?” she asked, wanting to change the subject.
“Not with you in my arms, sweetheart.”
Oh, geeze. Danielle’s heart melted with his sweet, although corny, words. “Mr. Loverman, you know how to sweep a woman off her feet with words.” She smirked.
“No, not just any woman, only my mate.” He leaned forward, and his lips covered her chilly ones with another heated kiss.
He pulled back to look her in the eyes for a few seconds. His eyes spoke of lust, love, passion. All for her. She was falling for this man, head over heart. The words I love you were on the tip of her tongue.
“I love you, Danielle Knight, but our children are arguing over the size of a snowman’s head, so I’m going to rescue Olaf. Why don’t you go stay warm? I’ve got the rug rats.”
Without waiting for an answer, Leo pecked her on the cheek, again leaving a warm, tingling feeling behind, and hurried off toward two arguing children.
* * * *
A couple of days later, Danielle was surprised when Leo rose early one morning and walked to the docks. He began carting boxes of stuff back and placed them in the spare bedroom between the master and Gracie’s. She badly wanted to ask what he was up to, but held back. Although she loved Leo and trusted him completely, after the year she’d spent with Master she still refrained from asking questions or disagreeing with something she didn’t like. She couldn’t help it.
On the fifth trip back to the house, Prue followed Leo into the house.
“Prue,” the children shouted, delight on both their faces. They ran to her, each wrapping their arms around one of her legs.
“Hold on.” She giggled. “Let me put this heavy box down.” With a plop, the box was on the floor and Prue was on her knees, hugging both kids.
“You come back early,” Gracie said.
“It’s came back, and yes, I’m early. My mum and pops are taking a new year’s cruise, and with it being Ollie’s birthday in two days, I wanted to be here with you all.” Prue lifted her head to look around and met Danielle’s gaze, who was standing in the kitchen doorway, watching everything unfold. Leo had disappeared upstairs with another box. “Is that okay?” Prue asked Danielle.
Why was Prue asking her if it was okay? “Umm, of course. This is your home as much as it is ours,” Danielle replied.
Weirdly, after being so alone with only Ollie for more than five years, Danielle was as pleased to see Prue as the children were.
“Mummy and Pops say we’re going to do a party. I’m gonna be five.”
Ollie had suddenly started calling Leo Pops after she and Leo had kissed in the snow. At first Danielle had been worried about how Leo would handle that. But it was like water off a duck’s back to the man. He hadn’t even blinked. Prue, it seemed, was the same.
“We’re going to have a birthday party. Is there going to be cake?”
Danielle didn’t miss the tutor correcting the children.
“Oh yes,” Leo suddenly said, appearing behind the small group. “Banana cake. Mummy promised she would make us one, didn’t she?” Leo ruffled the young lad’s hair.
“Mmm, yeah. With cream on top,” Ollie added, licking his lips.
“And chocolate sprinkles?” Gracie asked.
“Yes, banana cake with cream and chocolate sprinkles.” Danielle smiled at the small group.
“Right. Well, it looks like Leo is busy with something, so I’m going to go unpack and get out of these wet clothes. And when I’m done, how about you guys show me some of those new games that Mummy, Pops, and Santa brought you?”
Whoops of delight, dancing, and yays came from the children. With a smile toward Danielle, Prue picked up the heavy-looking box she’d brought into the house and carried it up the main stairs.
When Leo had first shown up, and then Prue and Gracie, Danielle had wondered how she’d cope with a house full. Now, as she watched the children run up the stairs together followed by Prue, and Leo, who was carrying another brown box, the house felt like a home. She felt relaxed, loved, and safe.
* * * *
It was New Year’s Eve, and Danielle had watched Leo work solidly for two whole days. He’d been persistent in asking...well, virtually telling Danielle that his master bedroom was theirs now and he wanted them to sleep together. She, however, hadn’t wanted to leave Ollie upstairs in the attic apartment on his own. Leo had simply told her to wait a few days and both she and Ollie would have a surprise. Putting two and two together—plus, considering the blue paint Leo had all over him when he came out of the guest room—she guessed Leo was doing the room up for her son, but she kept that revelation a secret.
“Morning, sweetheart,” her man said, grinding his hips into the back of hers. His morning erection settled between her butt cheeks while his lips roamed over her neck.
Danielle quickly rolled over in the bed. She loved Leo with a passion. But she hadn’t yet managed to allow Leo to take her from behind. It brought back too many bad memories.
Face-to-face with her man, she threw a leg over his thigh. “Morning, mate.” She grinned.
Leo ran a finger over her face before lifting a stray piece of hair and pushing it behind her ear. “I love seeing you so relaxed in my arms in the morning. In fact, I just love seeing you in my arms. It’s our first week anniversary today.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
“Oh really? And what does one do on a first week’s anniversary?” she asked, fully knowing what her man was after. What she was after too.
“How about a morning kiss and see where that leads?”
“Sounds like a challenge. But it will have to be an extreme quickie being I know my son and birthdays.”
Without saying anything else, Leo covered her lips with his own. He asked for her to open by simply running his tongue over her bottom lip, and she complied. His tongue plunged in and stroked along hers, leaving behind his exotic taste.
“You taste so good,” she groaned.
Her hands roamed over his naked body. His back, his huge arms, his torso. She felt each of his broad shoulders, his hard pecs that filled her palms. She stroked a finger through Leo’s fingertip-length chest hair, down over his muscled six-pack. Lower still, she ran he
r fingers through the tiny strip of hair that ran from the bottom of his belly button until she found his thick, rock-hard length. Her fingers barely surrounded his cock. She was always awed by the drastic difference between the hardness and the velvet softness of his member.
Danielle stroked Leo’s dick slowly up and down. She could tell Leo’s urgency when his hips began moving in rhythm with her hand. He’d thrust his hips up until her curled fingers surged to the base. She guided her hand back up until her forefinger and thumb touched the underside of the head of his cock. Pre-cum already dripped over her fingers. Once again, Leo’s hips thrust up. Between them both they set a pattern while their mouths made love. Danielle’s thighs twitched. Her clit throbbed, shouting for attention. Her own juices lined her inner thighs.
“Oh yes, baby. Faster,” Leo gritted out.
His hand covered hers, and he tightened her fingers a touch and helped her move up and down faster, the way he liked it. His breathing picked up several notches, and she could feel his legs shake.
“Shit,” Leo cursed before a small boy’s voice sounded from the other side of their bedroom door.
“Mummy.”
Danielle reluctantly but quickly broke away from Leo. Sitting up, she made sure both of them were covered. Leo threw his arms over his face and groaned.
“Come in,” she called.
The bedroom door handle was pulled down, and as fast as her small boy could run, Ollie bounded onto the huge bed and was in his mother’s arms. A sleepy Gracie followed suit but more demurely.
“It’s so early,” the little girl moaned.
For the last two nights, the adults had allowed the children to sleep in the same room. Leo had wanted to sleep in his own bed, which was much bigger and suited for his height than Danielle’s, and she hadn’t wanted to leave Ollie upstairs on his own.
“Morning, sunshine. Who’s a big boy today?” Danielle grinned at her son. She stared at him, wondering how five years had gone by so quickly. Her baby was no longer a baby.
“I’m five today.”
“Yes, you are,” Danielle replied, still staring at her son.
“Can I have my presents before brekkie?”
Danielle remembered he’d asked the same question the year before. How things had changed since then.
“Nope.” She popped a finger on his nose. “Same rules apply. Breakfast then presents.”
“Oh, Mummy, please.”
“I thought I heard voices,” Prue said, appearing at the bedroom door. Danielle watched the woman who had become a close friend tentatively sniff the air before a blush colored her cheeks. “Caught out?” she simply questioned.
Leo deeply groaned beside Danielle. He still had his arm over his eyes.
With a smirk, Prue asked the children if she could get them breakfast. Two yays ripped through the air along with two tiny bodies running toward her.
“See you in a bit,” Prue said, shutting the bedroom door. Danielle could hear her talking to the children as she led them away.
“Umm, what just happened?” Danielle asked in amazement. “Why is she taking the children? How in the hell did she know that we got caught out?”
Leo raised his arm off his face and sat up, then pulled her to straddle his legs, his hardness slipping between her wet folds. “The scent in the air would have been different. Much stronger.”
“Huh?” Danielle asked, confused.
“Well, if I had done this...” His hands encompassed her waist and he lifted her.
They both looked down between their bodies as he lined his cock up to her entrance. Slowly, he lowered her, his rock-hard member gradually filling her pussy. She was wet, making it easy for him to enter her. Danielle arched her back, pleasure rippling through her.
“And then this…” Leo continued around a mouth full of her breast.
His hands gripped her waist a tad harder. He began to lift and lower. Raise and drop. His cock slipping in and out of her. She lowered her head forward to watch Leo’s hard shaft disappear inside of her, then out. It glistened with their juices.
Danielle ran her hands over Leo’s pecs, feeling the muscles bunch beneath her fingers each time he lifted and released her. She nibbled around his neck, along his jawline, and his bottom lip. She clenched her vagina walls as he slid inside her.
“Oh. Oh yes. Danielle. Yes.” Leo’s sexy voice dropped an octave.
He began grunting. She could feel her legs trembling. She widened her legs and rocked against his body, trying to find some kind of friction against her clit. But frustration had her slipping a finger between their bodies instead. Finding her tiny bud of sensitive nerves, she pressed. She rocked, meeting Leo thrust for thrust, until finally a huge orgasm jolted through her body like a wave cresting.
Danielle drifted into consciousness. Opening her eyes, the first thing she saw was a brand new set of teeth marks on Leo’s shoulder. Oh shit! Had she bitten him again? Pulling her head back, she looked more closely. Yep, one set of perfect, pink teeth marks lined Leo’s shoulder.
“Crap, I seem to have done it again.”
“What have you done?” Leo’s sexy, hoarse voice asked as he pulled Danielle back down to lay on his chest.
Danielle placed her hands on Leo’s chest and pushed herself back up. She stared down at her man, who still had his eyes closed and a just-fucked look on his face. He has just been fucked!
“I bit you,” she replied shamefully.
Leo opened his eyes, revealing sparkling, dirty green orbs, and grinned ear to ear. He raised his hands from her waist to her upper back and pulled her back down. He met her halfway and kissed her.
“You did, didn’t you? Another one for me to show off.”
“There is no showing off.” She slapped him gently on the shoulder. It was then realization drifted back into her sated mind. “Oh bugger. You just waylaid me from my son’s breakfast.”
“I did, didn’t I?” He looked thoughtful for a second then thrust his hips up, shifting his still rock-hard cock inside of her.
Danielle gasped, hissing in a breath through her teeth at the delicious feeling it caused. Her vagina walls were still pulsating. Her pussy clenched around his shaft, and she asked herself how she could want him again so soon.
“I think we were talking about being caught out.” Leo chuckled as he jerked his hips up, rocking his shaft inside her.
As much as Danielle wanted Leo again, she had to think of her son. It wouldn’t take him long to shovel his breakfast down his throat because he wanted to open his presents.
“Caught out?” Danielle asked.
“See, now that you’re wet with my cum inside of you, the scent of sex is a lot stronger than before.”
Danielle felt mortified. Prue knew they were mucking about before?
Leo must have seen the look on her face. “Hey, it’s part of having a mate, someone you want. Someone you love.”
He sat up, his six-pack becoming more pronounced as he did. It made her want to run her tongue over the bumps and valleys it caused. She mentally shook her head. Nope. Don’t go there. Ollie’s birthday!
“You’re a bad man, Leo Silverback.”
“I’m your bad man.”
“I have a little man wolfing down his breakfast because he’ll want to open his presents. Which means Mummy has to go downstairs.”
“I can’t wait for you to be a mummy again. To think of you plump with our child. Your breasts heavy with mi—”
“Oh God, stop,” Danielle whined. “I really have to go downstairs.” She needed to go downstairs, although she very much wanted another round of loving.
Lowering her head, she kissed Leo briefly on the lips, then lifted herself off his hard shaft. She watched it slap against his six-pack, leaving a trail of their combined juices.
“How about a quick shower?” he asked, looking down at the same place she did.
Danielle met his gaze. The look in his eyes told a story of what would happen in that shower. A pang of guilt
hit her heart. She wanted Leo, but it was her son’s birthday.
“A quick shower,” she replied, unable to resist not having Leo one more time. In a flash, she found herself in Leo’s arms and on the way to the bathroom. “Boy, you move fast when you want something.”
“Not something, babe—you.”
* * * *
Leo lounged back on the settee with Gracie beside him, watching Ollie open his birthday present. He’d give the boy his due, he’d waited patiently for his mother to come downstairs. The quickie shower had turned into a dirty-clean-dirty-clean kinda one.
Peeking over at Danielle, he noticed that she had a glow about her. A happy one. Leo loved seeing her so relaxed, with an at-home look about her. One day he hoped to see her with a pregnancy glow. He had Gracie, and now Ollie, but there was something so primal about having your own kin. Was he selfish in thinking that? Leo mentally shrugged.
“Pops, what does this mean?” Ollie asked, disturbing Leo’s thoughts.
When Leo saw what Ollie was holding up, he smiled a knowing grin. The boy held a square piece of paper that Leo had dunked in coffee to make the map he’d drawn on it look old.
“What does it look like?” Leo asked.
Gracie stood from the sofa and looked over Ollie’s shoulder at the paper. “It’s a map of the house,” she announced. “Look, that’s the kitchen, there’s the stairs.” She pointed to the rooms in question on the piece of paper. “There’s a big red cross on your room. Come on.” She pulled on Ollie’s arm and had the boy following her up the main stairs.
Standing, Leo motioned for both Danielle and Prue to follow.
“What are you up to?” Danielle asked quietly.
“You’ll see.”
“Does this have anything to do with the new bedroom you did for Ollie?”
Leo stopped in his tracks. “You peeked?”
“No, dumb arse. She isn’t thick, nor am I.” Prue nudged his shoulder with hers and walked past him on the stairs.
“You both knew?”
Danielle and Prue carried on walking up the stairs, giggling together.
“Well, damn. I really thought I’d kept that a secret.” Mumbling to himself, he followed his family upstairs. Leo reached the doorway to Ollie’s old room just as the young lad found another present.
