by Penny Wylder
That’s turned out to be really popular with a lot of the new parents in the neighborhood where we live. More and more requests for fanciful cribs are coming in, and as people spread the word about them, the orders have become so frequent I had to take on an apprentice, train up a few shop assistants to handle the books.
Business is booming, in fact. I should’ve made the move to the city a long time ago.
But then, I’m glad I didn’t. Because if I’d moved here sooner, I never would have been at Bailey Village for the festival. I never would have met Jenna. And she’s the real reason that all of this is working. Making me so fucking happy.
As for Jenna, she looks happier than I’ve ever seen her lately. Every time she’s holding Sammy, she just lights up. I don’t even think she realizes she’s doing it. It’s instinctive, a reaction she can’t hide.
It’s the same reaction I have around our beautiful son. And around her.
She leans in to kiss me now, smiling up at me. “You’re a good father, you know that, Gil?” My heart skips. My face falls a little, and she tilts her head with a frown. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s just…” I glance past her, back at the now-closed bedroom door where our son is sleeping away happily. “I worry that when Sammy’s older, I won’t be as good at taking care of him…”
Jenna bursts into laughter, so loud and long that I withdraw my arms from around her and stare, one eyebrow raised.
“Okay,” I say when she finally seems to be breathing normally again. “I didn’t think it was that funny.”
“Sorry, Gil.” She wipes at her eyes. “I just…” She looks back up at me, shaking her head a little, still incredulous. “How can you say that? Are you serious? Think about everything you’ve already handled, Gil. Uh, tracking down a pair of murderers to rescue your pregnant girlfriend, and then kicking their asses, and getting together the proof to put them both in jail for life. I think you’re pretty well equipped to handle just about anything else life can throw at you ever.”
“Hey, I wouldn’t have put them behind bars without your help, Ms. Sleuth Photographer Extraordinaire. Hell, probably couldn’t even have stopped them if you hadn’t tripped Merill when he was about to knock my skull in with the shovel.”
“Well, every good detective needs their trusted partner at their side.” Jenna smirks. “But you’ve got that. We’ve got each other, for good.” She steps closer, holds out a hand.
I take it and turn her hand over to kiss her palm. “You’re right,” I say. “After tracking down killers, a child will be a piece of cake.”
She grins, and I tug her toward me, kissing her again, deeper, slower. I’ll never get tired of this.
“I’m so glad you gave me a real chance, Jenna,” I murmur against her mouth.
She laughs and rolls her eyes, then nips at my lower lip gently. “I’m not sure you would’ve left me alone, even if I hadn’t.”
My smirk widens. “You’re right. I wouldn’t have.” With that, I drag her backwards, toward the couch. I kiss her again, harder. She sinks against me, her body supple, wanting. I push her backward onto the couch, and lie down along her, my eyes going feral, hungry. “I couldn’t have left you alone even if I’d tried, Jenna Walker.”
“You needed me too much?” She arches her hips up into mine, in that way she knows drives me wild. I push my hips down over hers, and I know she can feel the hard press of my cock through my jeans, because she starts to grind against it, her eyelids fluttering shut.
“Damn straight I needed you. Still do.” I run my hands through her hair. Tilt her head back so I can kiss my way down her neck, from the tip of her chin straight down to the hollow at the base of her throat, which I lick, and savor the salty sweet taste of her. I grab her tank top and push it up, over her shoulders. Continue to kiss my way down her chest, between her perfect breasts, licking and sucking and nipping as I go.
She moans and arches up into me with each kiss, twisting across the cushions. She reaches down to run her hands through my hair, and when I pause to suck one of her nipples into my mouth, she tightens those nails against my scalp, digging in. I swirl my tongue around her nipple, gently closing my teeth around her areola until her nipple goes hard, and I flick the tip with my tongue—gentle with a hint of the roughness I know she likes. She moans and arches up against me, trying to push more of her breast into my mouth. At the same time, I massage her other breast, swollen and a little sore, I know, from our baby, but all the sexier for it.
She gasps a little, and I cast her a sly grin, before I work my way lower. Kiss down her belly, tracing my tongue along her skin, closer and closer to the waistband of her jeans.
“Gil,” she murmurs.
I reach the clasp of her jeans and undo it, gently easing them down off her. She arches her ass in the air so I can wriggle them off, and I take advantage of that, grabbing her tight little ass with both hands to hold her there as I catch her panties in my teeth and peel them down.
She’s wet for me. It makes my cock strain against the zipper of my jeans, aching to be inside her already.
But not yet.
I spread her pussy lips wide, and breathe in her sweet, savory scent. Every time, it never fails to drive me wild. Make me hungry as hell. I lean in and flick my tongue across her outer lips, savoring the smooth feel of her freshly-shaven skin. She spreads her legs wider at that, getting the message, and I take my time, licking and nibbling my way up each of her thighs, one at a time. I drag my tongue along the crease where her leg meets her hip, and she moans a little, rocking toward me.
“Your tongue drives me crazy,” she whispers, and I grin against her mound.
“Just you wait,” I whisper against her, then kiss that soft skin. Inch lower, until my fingers spread her pussy lips. I lick up each lip, long, slow licks that pretty soon have her breathing harder, bucking her hips up against my face like she wants to fuck it.
I slip my tongue between those lips, trail it along the length of her slit, and she moans again, louder now.
I press against her entrance. Make my tongue into a point, and push into her slowly, an inch at a time. The hot taste of her fills my senses. I love the way she tastes, the way she smells. I curl my tongue inside her, run it along her inner wall, and she moans and writhes against the cushions. I uncurl it, curl it again, and she reaches down to grip my hair hard.
“Fuck me, please,” she moans.
Not yet, I think, enjoying this. I love dragging this moment out. Making her so wild she begs for it.
I slip my tongue out of her to circle her clit. It’s swollen, I can feel that with the tip of my tongue. She gasps and twists from the sensitivity, and I can tell we’re going to have fun today. When she’s like this, she’s always able to come multiple times, over and over.
I start to lick around her clit, circling it, pressing just hard enough with my tongue to get her more and more excited, though not hard enough yet to give her any kind of release. She’s bucking her hips up against me, thrusting against my face, when I dip and push my tongue inside her again. Swirl it for one last delicious taste, and then draw it out to replace it with my finger as I lean back to grin at her, her juices all over my lips, the edges of my beard.
“Don’t… tease me,” she pants.
“It’s not teasing if I give you what you want,” I point out. Then I grin. “Eventually.”
She groans in frustration. “What… do you want… Gil? I’ll beg.” Her eyes are already glassy. Damn, my baby is hot as hell today. “Fuck me please. I want to be fucked,” she pants.
“Mm… I will.” I keep teasing her with my finger. Lean down to lick her clit again, lightly. “But first, I want to talk about something…”
I flick my tongue across her slit again, but her impatience is off the charts now. “Talk?” she manages to growl. She digs her hands into my hair, drags me up toward her face. I relent and slide up her body until we’re nose-to-nose. “I want you inside me,” she gasps, hungry with want. �
��I want you to fuck me until I’m screaming. I don’t want to talk.”
“Like I said, dirty girl, all in good time.” I’m still smiling, and it widens at her obvious frustration. Then I stand up and begin to strip slowly.
Her eyes drift down to watch me take off my shirt. My jeans. My boxers. Her eyes go wide with desire when she sees my cock spring free, and she reaches for me, but I catch her eye and shake my head, just a little. “Lie back,” I tell her, my voice sharp with command. She does as she’s told, nipples still hard, pussy dripping with excitement. I don’t touch her, not yet.
I want to feel her skin against mine, every inch. So I lower myself across her, until our bodies touch, from head to toe, skin on skin. My cock presses along her belly, running from the top of her thigh up to her belly button. She sighs and tries to rock her hips against me. I pin her in place. Hold her gaze with my own.
“I want to put another baby inside you,” I whisper.
Heat flares behind her eyes. “That’s… what you want to talk… about?”
“It seems an appropriate time to bring it up.” I reach down to touch her belly.
From the tightening I feel in her belly, and the way her hips buck again, working toward me, I know the words have got her as hot as the thought makes me. But I need to hear her say it. She licks her lips, slowly, and I trace the movement of her tongue with my eyes, unable to look away from this woman. Every movement she makes, every sexy little sideways look and shift, it all drives me wild. Makes me hot as hell. Her eyes find mine, hold on. “Are we really ready for that?” she finally murmurs, a little crease between her brows.
I lift a single eyebrow, study her with the same dubious smirk she used on me earlier. “What did you just tell me, Jenna? After everything we’ve been through, kids will be a piece of cake, right?”
She laughs a little. Squirms under me, and the motion of her sleek, smooth, supple body against mine makes my cock jump against her belly, hard as a rock already and dying to be inside her. “You know it’s unfair to ask me like this right?” Her breath dusts my mouth, hot and heavy.
“Why’s that?” I ask, leaning down to kiss her, and making sure to shift my weight so my cock slides a little closer to her pussy. The side of my shaft presses against her clit, and she moans into my mouth.
“This is… blackmail,” she manages. Her eyes refocus on mine.
I raise an eyebrow. “Is it getting you wet to think about it? To think about me putting a baby inside you?” I slide my hand down between us, until my fingers reach her pussy. I spread her lips, and toy with her opening, fingers teasing around her entrance. “Does it make you hot to think about me fucking you, coming inside you, and filling your belly up?”
She moans a little, as I work my fingers faster. I let the tip of one finger ease into her.
Just the tip.
She bucks against me, frustrated. “Yes,” she finally moans.
My heart skips. I slide my finger in a little farther. “Yes what? Yes this is blackmail, or…?”
“Both,” she groans now, her forehead tensing. “Yes it’s blackmail, but…” I push my finger in all the way and she twists on me, trying to fuck my finger. But I pin her hips in place with my other hand, hold her down so she only gets exactly as much pleasure as I intend. It’s nice to delay it sometimes. Draw out the release.
Plus, I like how crazy it makes her for the orgasm she eventually has. We might have neighbors now, but that doesn’t stop my baby from screaming all she likes, when I get her hot enough to forget the world outside.
“But also yes,” she finally sighs. “I want another baby. Put a baby inside me, Gil.”
My grin widens. I lean down to kiss her jawline, her neck. I nip at the spot where her neck meets, just under her earlobe. She gasps and squirms up toward me. I take advantage of the moment to slide down her body, our naked skin pressed together, my hard body rubbing along her soft and supple one, until my cock is poised at her entrance.
I ease into her then, slowly, pushing my tip past her lips and inside her, an inch at a time.
She moans and bucks beneath me. “Yes, yes, give it to me…”
“Tell me what you want,” I whisper against her neck.
“Put a fucking baby inside me,” she moans again, louder.
I don’t know if it’s possibly for me to get any harder than I am right now. I push until I’m fully inside her, and then I pause there, holding her hips down with my hand. She moans in frustration, but I reach up with my other hand to run my fingers through her hair, smoothing it back from her forehead so I can gaze into those sexy eyes of hers.
“I love you, Jenna,” I murmur, and she smiles, those gorgeous big eyes locked on mine.
“I love you, Gil.” She kisses me with her eyes open, locked on mine, and I kiss her back, savoring the intimacy, the way I can feel every inch of her body, inside and out, and the way I can watch her every reaction now too, as we join ourselves, body and soul.
Then I draw back, just a little, and grin. “Now. I’m putting another baby in you.” With that, I draw back and drive back into her, hard.
She gasps and raises her legs. She wraps them around my waist, angles her hips so my cock can drive straight into her, as deep as I can. At the same time, she reaches down to grip my ass with both hands, her fingernails digging into me, propelling me forward with each deep thrust.
I build up the rhythm, pounding into her faster and faster. Our bodies grow slick with sweat, and our breaths come harder, faster, as I increase the pace.
“Fuck yes,” she moans, her head falling back, hair dripping over the edge of the couch like a curtain. “Fuck yes, Gil, fuck me.”
“God you feel fucking incredible.” I close my eyes for a moment, focus on the sensation of her pussy as she tightens it around me, clenches like a fist around my stiff cock, in that way she does that drives me wild. “I never get tired of fucking you.” When I open my eyes again, she’s got her back arched, and I lean down to kiss her tits, one after the other, my tongue flicking across her hard nipples. “Dirty little mommy, I want to make you scream with pleasure.”
She opens her mouth to reply, but loses track of her thoughts, as I angle my cock inside her, hitting that perfect angle so the spongy tip of my dick drags over her G-spot every time. Her breath comes faster, sharper.
I reach down between us to circle my thumb over her clit, and that does it. She cries out as the first orgasm hits her.
“That’s right baby,” I pant as I continue to fuck her, continue to thumb her clit at the same time. “Come on, scream for me this time, louder.”
I keep going as another orgasm builds in her. Before long, she’s screaming out my name, her breath coming hard and fast, her legs bucking wildly against my back as she clamps her thighs around my waist and thrusts up against me. I bring her back to that peak one more time, hear her scream once more, before I finally lie down along her and thrust faster. The way her pussy still tightens around me, in the aftershocks of her climax, drives me wild. I thrust deeper, harder, as the pressure builds and builds.
“Come in me, Daddy,” she’s panting, her eyes half-open, glazed with desire. “Come inside me, fill me up. Put a fucking baby in me.”
That does it. Hearing her talk dirty always tips me over the edge. I come with a loud growl, pinning her back against the couch as I do. I pump her full, still thrusting as I finish, my body trembling with the force of the release. Then I lie down along her again, our skin hot and sticky with sweat and sex. But I keep my cock inside her still, and lean down to kiss her softer now, gentler.
“I fucking love you,” I whisper against her mouth. “You and Sammy… You’re my whole world now. You know that right?”
She smiles against my lips. Kisses me back. “I know it. Because you’re our world, too.” She runs her hands through my hair as I gaze down at her, and flashes me a grin. “Who knew one wild night could lead to all this?”
“One night changed our whole lives.” I turn her hand
over, kiss her palm. “And now, it’s so much better than I ever could have imagined.”
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Chapter One
Jasper
60 miles per hour.
70.
80.
85.
I floor the gas pedal, a wild grin on my face as I careen toward the corner of the track.
“Jasper…” warns a voice in my ear.
“I’ve got this,” I murmur, in response to my usual test track monitor, safely above in a booth, watching me and this brand new gem of a car speed around the test track.
“We haven’t tested the tires on curves yet. Slow down to a more reasonable—”
I reach up and tap the headset attached to the crash helmet. The voice fades away. My smile widens.
The turn approaches. I swing the wheel hard. I feel the tires skid under the car, and for a pulse-stopping, heart-in-my-throat instant, I worry if the voice in my helmet was right. If I’ve taken the curve too fast, put too much stress on this new model, a car that hasn’t even been unveiled to the public yet, let alone tested by the scientists and engineers who oversee the production of all new car regulations in the country.
If the car skids, flips, this could be it…
But then I feel the rubber screech, catch purchase again, and I rev the engine, accelerating with the turn instead of against it, so the car flows around the sharp turn of the track smooth as a knife through butter.
Safely onto the straightaway once more, I let out a loud whoop and gun it. I watch the speedometer leap up to 100, 120, 140… Higher. Faster.
I love this. I love getting to drive cars like this, and really put them through their paces. Drive them the way they’re built to be driven—with abandon, and without road laws getting in the way. Germany has it right, I think briefly. If only the United States had its own autobahn. One road, one spot where people could let loose.
