by Brenna Lyons
Content that Mac was as all right with it as she could ever expect a person to be, Katie snuggled into Keith’s chest. “This was a good idea,” she murmured.
“If Bruce and the guys could see you now,” Mac mused.
“I’d be target practice, wouldn’t I?” Keith joked.
“Hell no. They’d shake your hand. We’ve wanted this one married off for years. Never thought we’d live to see it, though.”
“Really?” Keith’s surprise was like a shock wave through her system.
“Mac, tell him the truth,” she prodded.
Mac smiled indulgently at her. “Well, Bugsy and the guys are a little antsy. I’ve been putting off confirming the baby rumor so far, but after Tuesday, I’ll have to confirm something, I suppose.”
Mac didn’t need to add why it would be that day. Keith tightened his arms around her slightly at the thought.
“They— Well, they might have a few things to say about the fact that you two did things a little out of order. It’s funny.” Mac sank back into the couch. “She’s Carol’s older sister, and some of the guys still think of her as more of a little girl than Carol.”
Katie smiled crookedly. “They’re getting an education next week,” she promised. “I’m kissing Keith at that wedding, and I’m not giving him a chaste peck on the cheek for Bugsy or anyone else.”
Keith groaned. “You really want to make me a moving target, don’t you?” he complained.
Katie scowled at Mac. “Will you please set him straight? I have no idea how he got fixated on this idea.”
Mac laughed heartily. “Relax, Keith. You passed muster. The guys have decided you’re okay.”
“You’ve discussed it?” he asked in dismay.
Katie grinned up at him. “I never promised they wouldn’t. I only assured you that they didn’t hate you. In fact, I told you that they checked you out, probably the weekend we got engaged and I started living here.”
Mac cleared his throat, and Katie arched an eyebrow at him.
“Actually, the night before Kyle went missing—” He cut it off sheepishly.
“You’re kidding.” Keith exploded.
Katie shrugged. “Makes sense. I never went home that night.”
“How can you be so calm about this?” he demanded.
“Two reasons. The first is that it ends now. Right, Mac?”
“I’ll do my best to convince them that there is no need for it, now. All I can do is talk to them.”
“What’s the other reason?” Keith asked.
“Picturing Bruce and Bugsy getting all hyped up about me getting laid over a cup of coffee,” she joked.
Mac turned beet red, but he didn’t deny it. “Cake? Someone mentioned cake,” he managed as he headed for the kitchen. “If it’s twins, I’m not telling them,” he threw back over his shoulder. “It’s your bag at that point.”
Chapter Twenty
“There are some people who live in a dream world, and there are some who face reality; and then there are those that turn one into the other.” Desiderius Erasmus
Restraining himself was not an option. Keith swept Katie up into a passionate kiss the moment the elevator doors closed behind them, mindful of the grainy black and whites of the babies in his hand. “I have the whole day off. Want to celebrate, Mrs. Randall?” he asked raggedly.
She smiled secretively. “Better. I feel much better.”
Understanding dawned in his mind. “How much better?”
“Enough to try a test run if you’re interested.”
Keith couldn’t seem to form an answer, so he kissed her instead. The door opened and he released her reluctantly and smiled at the older woman outside the door who was staring at them in embarrassed surprise.
“Twins,” he explained.
The woman smiled and moved aside to let them pass.
Katie chuckled the whole way to the car. “You really are happy about twins. For a minute there in the hospital, I was worried about that.”
“Oh, no. I’ll take as many kids as you’ll give me. We’ll build an extension, get a bigger house, get a nanny to help—whatever we need.”
“You just want the fun of putting them there,” she teased.
He stopped with the key to the car in his hand and turned to her. Katie looked up at him with a sly grin.
“I think I just heard a challenge.” Keith ran his hand over her hip and abdomen, and she shivered in response to his touch. “I’m not putting another one in there for a long time, but if you’d care to make a bet on how often I’ll take advantage of the opportunity to take my wife to bed—”
“Just take me there quickly,” she invited.
Keith laughed and opened the door. “Not unless that’s what you order me to do. I rather enjoy taking you slowly.”
The drive home was sexually charged. Keith found himself watching Katie with a longing that had been unmatched since the drive home from the incline the night they got engaged.
He knew that she felt it too, when she launched into his arms for a spectacular kiss before he had a chance to open his door. Finally, Keith groaned and turned away from the steering wheel to pull her into his lap. “We’re going in, now,” he informed her.
Katie ran a hand over his erection and smiled widely. “Yes, we are,” she agreed.
Keith followed her inside, but Katie ducked into the kitchen before he could gather her to his chest for another kiss. He watched in confusion as she grabbed the cordless phone off of the charger and ducked around him toward the bedroom.
She dialed on the way up the stairs and left a short message on Carol’s machine letting her know how the appointment went and asking her to pass the news along to Mac. In the bedroom, Katie placed the phone in his hands. “Call your grandfather and let him know,” she instructed.
“Later,” Keith promised as he dropped the phone on the bed and reached for her.
Katie placed a hand on his chest to stop him and shook her head. She returned the phone to his hands. “Call him now. Once we start, you are mine for a long, long time with no interruptions. I will give you a warning, though.”
“What warning?”
“Don’t hurry. I have plans for you.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Just dial. You’ll see.”
Keith nodded and dialed the phone. No sooner had he placed it to his ear than Katie started unbuttoning his shirt. His breathing was playing traitor with him so badly that he had trouble concentrating on a steady flow to ask the receptionist for his grandfather.
While he was on hold, Katie managed to remove his shirt. She pressed her body to him and pushed his free hand away as Keith tried to touch her. Katie bit at his chest gently. “Remember your rules?” she whispered. “Adhere to them.”
“Don’t touch, always watch?” he breathed.
“Those would be the ones.” Katie ran her hands down his stomach and started working on his belt.
“You had nothing else to do,” he reminded her.
His belt undone, she unbuttoned his jeans with a single pull. Katie wrapped her hands around his waist and pulled Keith to her again. He bit back a groan.
“I’m not fair,” she admitted. “But, I won’t be too unfair—this time. Someday, I will give you a full education in this sport.”
Katie knelt before him and brushed her cheek over his groin, but she removed his shoes and socks before doing anything else overtly sexual. She slipped her hands under the waistband of his jeans and slid them off of him, patting his leg to get Keith to shift his weight for the last movements.
She ran her hands over his thighs and buttocks, smiling as he jerked in response and leaving him shaking in anticipation. Without warning, Katie ran her tongue along the bottom length of him and sucked the tip in greedily, running her tongue in circles around the aching head. At his ragged cry, she released him.
Katie stood slowly. “You’re not ready for that,” she whispered. “I’ll do something more fair while you t
alk.”
“Like let me hang up now?” Keith growled, throbbing to finish what she started right that moment.
She ran her fingertips in delicious circles down his chest and abdomen. “No. He’ll call back.”
Katie moved back just as Steven came on the line.
“Keith?” his grandfather asked urgently.
“Yeah, it’s me. Busy day?” he asked.
“Sorry for the wait. The receptionist you talked to came in late and didn’t realize I was waiting for your call.”
Keith’s eyes locked on Katie as she peeled her T-shirt over her head. “That’s okay, Grandpa,” he assured him. He wasn’t exaggerating about that. Keith was looking forward to more of this education. He licked his lips as she kicked away her sandals and her hands moved to the buttons of her jeans.
“How did the ultrasound go?”
Katie was unbuttoning her jeans slowly, one button at a time.
“Fantastic.” In more ways than one. “There are definitely two babies in there.”
She eased her jeans down her legs and kicked them away.
“That’s wonderful. Did Jana have anything else to say?”
“A few things, the usual cautions about carrying twins.” He hesitated as Katie removed her panties. His mouth went dry, and Keith had to remind himself what he was saying. “She wants to see Katie back next month, and she’s going to watch her iron and sugar for obvious reasons.”
“Good. Are you two ready for this?” Steven asked.
Ready? Keith was throbbing, and the way Katie was watching him with hungry eyes wasn’t making concentrating any easier. “I’m sure Katie has already figured it out. She’ll let me in on it soon enough,” he said half to his grandfather and half to her.
Katie smiled and nodded her approval.
“What are your plans for dinner? Can I take you both out?”
Katie turned away and unclasped her bra. She turned again with her arms crossed over her chest and her bra straps hanging off her shoulders, waiting for his answer, he supposed.
“Not tonight, Grandpa. Katie and I have a private celebration planned.”
She dropped her arms and the bra fell away, leaving her gloriously naked.
His eyes roamed the length of her. “Is Friday good for you? Or even Thursday, right Katie?”
“Sounds good,” she replied sweetly, as she crossed the room to him with a look that was anything but sweet and innocent.
“Thursday is clear for me,” Steven noted. “Can I speak to Katie for a moment?”
“Sure,” he managed, as her hands ran down his chest and brushed along his length, sending a reflexive twitch that made him swallow his cry of frustration. Keith held the phone out to her with a slightly shaky hand. “Steven wants to talk to you.”
Her hands left him as Katie took the phone. Keith felt a deep sense of loss at the end of the game, no matter how maddening he found it a few moments earlier.
“Hi, Steven,” she greeted the older man with a smile, a sly smile at Keith that made promises his body ached to take her up on.
“I feel fine—a little tired and my breasts are getting sore.” She took Keith’s hand and placed it on one of those same breasts, silently mouthing a request for him to be gentle.
Keith almost groaned in pleasure. He hadn’t realized she would make this a mutual game. He ran his fingers over the nipple and watched as Katie drew in a quiet breath and licked her lips.
“Yes, I’m taking my vitamins, and Keith is keeping a steady flow of milk and juice in me.”
He brought his other hand up and teased both nipples at once. Katie threw her head back and gritted her teeth for a moment before stepping further into his hands. Keith released one breast long enough to cup her head forward. Katie met his eyes with a stunned expression and he shook his head, mouthing the word “watch.” She nodded in understanding as his hand returned to teasing her.
“Somewhere with steak or prime rib and salads sounds good to me.” Katie met Keith’s eyes and drew one of his hands down her stomach to the top of her curls.
He massaged her for a moment, wondering at how she got so damned good at the game before deciding that he would rather not ask the question.
Keith moved his other hand to her hip and drew her to him, bending his knees to run the length of his erection high between her thighs. Katie was hot and slick, and the urge to lift her onto himself was driving him mad.
Katie shuddered and moved against his hand—or maybe the tip of him. Keith wasn’t sure about that.
“Yes, you take care, too. We’ll see you Thursday.” She moved against him restlessly. “Goodbye, Steven,” Katie managed in a voice that sounded as if she was holding back a sneeze. She closed the connection and tossed the phone on the bed before throwing her arms around his shoulders and moving against him with more purpose.
Definitely seeking the hard ridge, all but riding it. Keith shifted to brush her clit.
“Please, Keith. Do it,” she half groaned next to his ear.
He didn’t need to ask what she meant. Keith lifted her easily and groaned as she threw her legs around his hips. Katie relaxed her hips to sink over him as she felt him press to her, but he couldn’t push in very far.
“This is awkward,” he mused. Keith moved to the wall and used it to support her back. “Relax your legs,” he instructed.
She complied and sank further onto him. Keith rose to meet her, and Katie arched to drive him deeper. Suddenly, he was seated fully in her and almost frozen at the sensation of it.
Their movements, slow and experimental at first, increased as they found a rhythm and position that worked well for them. Keith guided her with his hands on her hips, smoothly joining his body to Katie’s over and over until he cried out his release and slammed his open hand into the wall to keep his weak knees from taking them both to the floor. For several long moments, neither of them moved or spoke. Keith was still gasping for breath when Katie dropped her cheek to his chest and wound her arms around him.
He dropped his face to the hollow of her shoulder. “I will never get tired of that,” he promised her as he carried her to the bed and slid in with her. “You are incredible, but—”
Katie laughed. “It wasn’t what I promised you, I know. We got carried away. But, I’m sure you’re not trying to convince me that you’re only good for one romp a day,” she teased, raising an eyebrow suggestively.
“You have been challenging me all day. Do I have to prove you wrong again?”
“I hope you will, but don’t hurry. We have all day unless you’ve made plans I don’t know about.”
Keith ran a possessive hand over her damp curls. “The three of you—especially you, are my only plans for the day. I’m going to spoil you rotten. We’ll order in and eat in bed. We’ll take a nap or watch a movie, and I will make love to you every chance you give me.”
“Sounds just about perfect to me.”
* * *
Katie added two things to Keith’s plan. Lunch in bed was followed by ice cream, and the phones were turned off. The ice cream was mint chocolate chip, and the phones were better silenced.
Once, they laughingly listened to the messages. A seemingly endless string of people called to express relief, surprise, and amusement. Mac reminded them that he was not about to tell the other uncles about the twins and warned them that he had confirmed a baby. A surprising few of her uncles called.
“Shock,” she surmised aloud.
They gave up trying to trace the grapevine when Bryan Mitchell’s “Hot damn,” bounced off the walls.
Keith pulled her into his lap, hardening at the feeling of Katie’s naked breast brushing against his chest. He ran his hand up her inner thigh, teasing her with a single finger. “Hot damn, indeed,” he breathed.
Katie moaned and leaned back to run her lips over his neck. He slid the finger deep inside her, and she rocked against him.
“Do you want to feel what you do to me?” she offered.
His
hand stilled. “Oh God, yes. I’ve wanted that for weeks.”
She eased off of his lap and faced him. Katie took his hands and drew Keith to his feet, placing his hands on her hips. She ran her hands through his hair but held him slightly away when he tried to kiss her.
“Tell me,” she whispered. “Tell me what you want.”
Keith drew her hips to him. “I want you to take my mind and body and make me yours. I want to feel your every desire and every pleasure when I fulfill those desires. I want to make you come and feel it in my mind and body when you do.”
Katie sealed her mouth to his and accepted him as he demanded from her. Keith felt the warm rush of pure pleasure washing over him, a sensation that he recognized and welcomed. His groin tightened as it raced through his mind. The fuzzy phantom of her aura in his mind coalesced into an enticing vision of her cradling him in her arms.
Keith moved his hands over her hips and the small of her back, moaning as he felt her spike of pleasure mixed with his own sensations. Katie broke off the kiss and looked at him through heavy-lidded eyes. “Feel what you do to me,” she whispered.
He moved to the chair and pulled her back into his lap. Katie nestled her head to his neck again. He hesitated for just a moment with his hand on her thigh.
“Take me. Please, take me,” she invited.
Keith parted her legs gently and returned his finger to its soft exploration of her. He felt Katie’s cry coming before it exploded from her lips. A sudden image of what she desired filled his mind, and he scooped her up in his arms.
As he set her on her feet in the bathroom, Keith planted a kiss on her swollen lips. “I like your imagination, love.” He reached around her and turned on shower before kissing Katie again.
When the water running over his hand was a comfortable temperature, Keith lifted her beneath the spray. He watched as she tilted her head back to soak her hair. Then he picked up the bar of soap and ran it over her body, following its progress with his other hand.
Keith couldn’t seem to stop himself, even though Katie wasn’t ordering him to do anything. Feeling her desires and reactions were like a drug, and he never realized how truly mind altering she found his touch despite her assurances that she did.
