by Lexi Blake
She lowered herself onto him. She wasn’t as graceful as she normally was, her body made unwieldy by the child growing there, but he’d never seen anything so gorgeous as his pregnant wife taking his cock into her body. She was so careful, biting that gorgeous bottom lip as she took him in inch by glorious inch.
Heat enveloped him, wrapping him up in Jennifer’s unique essence. No matter how many times he had her, it would never be enough.
He held himself still, giving her time to get comfortable, to work her way down. He watched her face, the way her eyes closed in pleasure as she worked her hips.
He was dying. His cock was going to burst, but he wouldn’t take this from her.
“You feel so good.”
“You have no idea, love. You’re killing me.”
A hint of a smile curled her lips up. She always had that smile. Julian had talked about seeing the world anew through the eyes of his child, but Jennifer was the first one to make him look at his life in a different way. She’d been the one to force him to see how much beauty there could be in the world. That smile of hers had been the doorway. “We can’t have that, now can we?”
She sighed in pleasure as he joined them fully.
Stef gritted his teeth as she stopped and then dragged her pussy back up his cock. Tight, wet heat threatened to send him over the edge. Jennifer moved herself up and down, a slow, grinding penetration. Over and over she lifted and descended, dancing on his dick.
He gripped her hips, pushing up into her.
She wiggled, her head falling back as a breathy moan came out of the back of her throat and she tightened around him, her orgasm calling his own.
He lost it. He held her firmly and thrust up, his cock finding her sweet spot, and she screamed his name.
His balls pulled tight against his body and he shot off, the pleasure coursing through his body. He ground upward, giving his wife everything he had.
Sweet peace. Jennifer slid off his body, turning slightly away so her belly rested against one of the pillows. Stef turned, spooning her body, unwilling to break the connection. He might never break the connection again. He’d been so stupid. He needed to hold her when he was worried. He needed to wrap himself around her. He slid one arm under her shoulders and the other on to her belly, resting right over the fullest part.
Jennifer sighed. “Now we know how to get him to sleep. He’s been kicking like a soccer player all day. He’s finally still.”
A shock of worry shot through his system. “Did we hurt him? Is that why he’s not kicking?”
Jennifer slid a hand over his. “No, babe. Like I said, he’s sleeping. Our lovemaking rocked him to sleep.” She yawned. “It might have rocked me to sleep, too. Hmmm, we need to do that more. I feel so good.”
She snuggled back against him. She was soft and sweet in his arms and his cock was already stirring again.
“You don’t need to sleep, love.” He didn’t want to sleep. Once the baby was born, it would be a while before he had her to himself again. Jennifer wouldn’t allow her child to be raised by a series of nannies. She had already placed a crib in their bedroom so she could have baby Logan close at hand.
He wasn’t ready to share his wife yet. Sometimes it felt like he’d just found her.
She moved out of his arms. “I should have known I was waking a sleeping bear.”
Not a bear exactly. A sleeping Dom was more like it. “Come back here.”
She turned slightly as she sat up. “I will, but my bladder is smaller than it used to be. Or has less space than it used to. I’m going to get cleaned up and then we’ll see if we can keep this baby asleep for a little while. I think I’ll find another burst of energy somewhere.”
She hauled herself up and walked toward the bathroom, leaving him with the sight of her fine backside. She shut the door and he relaxed.
His whole body was humming, but his head was right back to worrying.
Jennifer seemed so sure of herself. She was a natural mother. She didn’t question anything, simply expected that they would be able to handle everything. She didn’t sit up anxious about all the things that could go wrong.
She didn’t worry that she wouldn’t be able to love her child as much as he needed to be loved.
Stef loved his father, but years of neglect had played hell on his confidence in this arena. He had no real memories to pull from, no place to start.
He took a long breath. He still had some time. He could talk things out with Jennifer, maybe sit down with Max and Rye after he’d beaten the holy shit out of them and figure out how they had dealt with it. If Max Harper could be an effective father, there had to be hope for him.
He had a week or two to figure it out.
The door to the bathroom slammed open and Jennifer was standing there, a shocked expression on her face. “Stef?”
His heart nearly stopped. He shot to his feet. “What’s wrong?”
“My water broke.”
His time was up.
Chapter Sixteen
Rafe
Rafe let himself into the small cabin he’d called home for the last year. It was blissfully devoid of the businessmen and women who had been arguing when he’d left.
He glanced up at the clock. Five. Only a few hours until he was supposed to be at Trio. He’d skipped the men’s party, so he had to make an appearance at Trio. He didn’t know Leo or Shelley and he kind of still wanted to punch Wolf, but Laura had made him promise.
If she was still talking to him.
Cam was sitting at the kitchen table. He looked up when Rafe walked through the door. “Hey, man. I kicked everyone out. I told them you would get back to them. It should work for a couple of hours. The good news is Jen Talbot went into labor, so they’ll be preoccupied with that for a few minutes.”
Another friend for Sierra. “How’s the baby?”
“Stella fed her while we were gone and she’s asleep again. Laura’s in there with her now. You know she likes to stare.”
Rafe did, too. He liked to stand over her crib and look down and watch her sleep.
“Rafe?” a feminine voice asked.
He turned and his breath caught. God, he loved his wife. He loved this family they had made together. “I’m not going to go anywhere.”
Laura’s eyes went soft and she rushed to him, her arms winding around his waist. “We need to talk. I need to ask your forgiveness.”
So Cam had told her about his mother. “It’s all right, bella.”
Her head shook. “It’s not. I was mean. Oh, Rafe, I was scared. I can’t stand the thought of losing you, but I can’t make dictates and draw lines in the sand without talking to you.”
He let his hands find her hair. “I’m all right.”
“I’m so sorry I said those things about your mom. You have to be devastated. I know how close you are.”
“Were, my love. We were close, but she’s chosen to no longer be close to me.”
Her arms tightened as though she was trying to hold him to her. “Are you mad at us?”
“Never.” He forced her head up. “Oh, bella, I’m not even mad at her. I’m sad and I feel a bit lost.”
“Because of the job stuff? I promise we’re going to make this all work. Once Cam’s done with the software, we’ll have a million options. You don’t have to work for a while.”
Sure they would. “I would prefer to work, but I’ll take care of Sierra.”
Sometimes a man had to sacrifice his dreams. And sometimes, a voice inside him said, a man found new dreams, new hopes, new battles to fight.
Tears were shining in Laura’s eyes as she looked up at him. “Or we can sit down and figure out how we would live in Miami.”
Cam was suddenly standing beside him. “We can talk about it over dinner. We have to be at Trio in a couple of hours. Nate’s going to be at the hospital. He’s called in some backups to run the stationhouse. I need to hang out at this weird ceremony of Cassidy’s. Caleb is on doctor duty, so I might have to
take care of Mel, if you know what I mean.”
Another thing he wouldn’t have to worry about if they went to Miami. No one would have to be on standby in case Mel went a little crazy and needed to take a nap via sedative.
Laura’s hands were on his waist. “We could talk about it now.”
His body started to heat up at the seduction in her voice. They’d only had Sierra for a few months. All of their time had been spent watching their new daughter, sitting up with her, feeding and loving her.
He missed his wife. “Or we could not talk, bella.”
He knew of only one way to make his wife be quiet. He dropped his mouth to hers and kissed her with everything he had.
This was his safe place. This was where he could relax. When she was in his arms, he knew exactly what he’d been born to do. He’d been born to love her.
His tongue surged inside, and she made no move to stop him. Oh, no, she softened underneath him, her lips parting eagerly and meeting him with the silky glide of her tongue.
He heard her sigh as Cam moved in behind her.
“Kiss Cam.” He didn’t want to leave his partner out. Cam had his back. Cam had been the one to bridge the gap between them. Without Cam, they would still be fighting. He would have been too stubborn to explain himself. She would have been too angry to ask questions. Cam bridged them.
And if he were gone, Cam would let Laura walk all over him. They needed each other.
And they definitely needed her. He’d known it from the moment he’d seen her all those years ago. They’d lost five years along the way. He wouldn’t allow them to lose another second.
He watched as she kissed Cam. Cam pulled her body close. He was taller than Laura, bending over to get at her mouth. Cam devoured her. Watching them had Rafe’s cock twitching in his pants.
They were going to have her. They were going to take her pussy and her ass and he would feel like he was a part of something incredible.
Cam turned her back to Rafe, his hands pulling at her blouse. He brought it over her head and leaned in. “Take off that bra. Show us your breasts.”
Yes, this was what he needed. He needed her compliant. He needed her soft and sweet. His wife would never be truly submissive. Some of the trios in Bliss played that way, but Laura needed her control. Still, his cock did a dance as she obeyed Cam, her hands undoing the front clasp of her bra and those perfect breasts of hers spilling out.
Perfect and round, with tight brown and pink nipples. His mouth watered as he looked down at her tits. His hands came up and he palmed her, feeling the hard points of her nipples against his skin.
Her eyes closed and she sighed, her head rolling back to Cam’s chest.
And then there it was—a soft sound that came through the baby monitor. Sierra cried and the whole world stopped.
They all froze as though they could halt the horror that was occurring. Not a single sound was made, not a breath passed between the three of them.
One second and then two. A third passed and then Laura looked up at him. “You need to fuck me now. She is going to wake up and I need an orgasm. Hurry, Rafe. Hurry.”
A quickie. Yeah, he could do a quickie. Anything to get inside her. It had been so long, so damn long. He was aching for it. He let go of all his worries, all his cares. Only one thing mattered—being with his wife.
He picked her up, her slight weight nothing against his strength. He swung her up into his arms, like he had on their wedding night, like he would when they were eighty and he could barely handle her. He would find a way to carry her around because she was his. Maybe it would take them both. Perhaps that was how they would manage it. It would be him and Cam, loving Laura forever.
“Quietly,” Cam said, a grin on his face. “If worse comes to worse, I’ll take the baby, but I expect you to pay me back.”
Always. A deep well of love for Cam welled up. He didn’t want to kiss Cam or make love to his nasty ass, but he loved him all the same, and despite what his mother believed, it was good and right and perfect. He always had backup. He never had to worry that Laura would be alone, that his daughter would be alone.
Family. His mother had been alone when his parents split up, and it had turned her into a bitter woman. He wouldn’t be allowed to make the same mistake. Cam would kick his ass if he tried to leave. Cam would call him home.
He hurried through the door to their small room. They needed at least two more, and Laura was right. He had the money to do it, but he’d been hedging his bets. No more. This was their home. This was the best place to raise their baby. He would open up the wallet and get them what they needed, including a wraparound deck where they could sit and watch Sierra run around. And her brothers or sisters.
More. He wanted more, but it had nothing to do with more money or choices. He wanted more children, more family, more love. More responsibility.
He tossed her on the bed.
“Out of the clothes now.” Rafe wanted to see her, every inch of her.
She hustled, pushing at her slacks and shoving her shoes off her feet. They were cute wedges, but he wanted her naked. Her skin was shown off inch by inch, from the slight, feminine curve of her belly, to the swell of her hips, to her perfectly shaven pussy.
“Fuck. Spread your legs. I want a taste.” He hadn’t licked at her pussy in months. There had been too much to do. Despite the fact that Sierra hadn’t come from her womb, Laura was a mom now, a mother with an infant, and she was so tired, but they needed this connection. Sierra needed them to have it. She needed her parents to be passionate about each other.
He tore his own clothes off. He couldn’t stand the thought of a single centimeter of cloth between them. He shoved his shirt aside, pulled off his pants, and shoved his boxers down, freeing his cock. He was pulsing with need, desperate to get inside.
“Come on, baby.” Cam had shed his uniform. He strode into the room completely naked and utterly confident. “He needs to get his tongue on you. We both do. It’s been far too long. We don’t know how much time we have so spread those gorgeous legs for your men.”
She laid back and slowly brought her ankles apart, every centimeter a flirty seduction. She licked her lips, tempting him to play with her. “My legs are spread. I’m ready for you.”
Rafe dropped to his knees and shoved his face toward her pussy. He loved her smell and taste and the soft skin of her labia against his tongue. He dove deep, spreading her with his fingers and licking up every ounce of cream she had.
He parted her labia, sucking one and then the other side between his lips. So fucking sweet. The shells of her sex were petal soft and getting damp with arousal. It coated his mouth, filling him with her essence.
He let his eyes drift up, and Cam was busy at work. His mouth was at her breast, pulling and tugging on her nipples. His left hand was flicking her other nipple, keeping it on edge. Laura’s head was thrown back, her mouth open on a keening cry.
He played with her clit, pressing down on that nubbin and dragging it in slow circles. He speared her with his tongue, fucking up inside her in long strokes. He covered her whole pussy with his mouth, his thumb on her clit. He pressed down and felt her start to shake, her hips shimming with the dawning orgasm.
She came all over his tongue, coating his mouth and filling him. Perfection. He spread her wide, getting every drop he could.
His cock was pulsing, desperate. He shoved her knees apart. “Cam, get the lube.”
He wanted inside her, but he didn’t want to go alone. He wanted Cam with him, the three of them together.
Cam was grinning as he got to his knees. “Already on it.” He had a blue tube in his hands. “What do you say we get creative?”
Laura was sighing. “We don’t need creativity. I’m happy to be right here. Do you know how good that felt? Months and months and I haven’t felt anything like that.”
Neither had he. He’d had little kisses, fleeting things as they passed the baby to each other or as she ran out of the house for w
ork. This was what he’d been missing, the deep connection between the three of them.
This was what he could never explain to his mother, what a person simply had to accept—that they were connected, together, that they would never be whole apart.
It was odd and weird and it was theirs.
Rafe opened himself. That was what Hiram had claimed he refused to do. He opened himself and suddenly he was full. Full of love. Full of hope. Full of them.
“Let’s play.”
Cam lubed up his cock. He laid back on their bed, his hand running up and down his dick. “Those are the words I want to hear. Come on, baby. Sit on my dick. Work that hot ass on my cock.”
Laura’s eyes lit up, and he saw the moment she stopped being a mom and gave herself permission to be a woman. They’d been parents for the last couple of months and had forgotten to be lovers. Her skin flushed a pretty pink and her nipples stood at attention. Such pretty nipples.
Rafe reached out and grasped her hands, giving her the balance she would need. They hadn’t tried this particular configuration before, but Rafe was feeling as adventurous as Cam obviously was.
Cam was holding his cock in his hand. “Help us, Rafe.”
That was his job. It was Cam’s job. They were partners. Other people could call themselves partners, but Rafe truly understood what it meant. It meant sharing a life. It meant sharing their wife and kids. It meant having someone’s back.
He held her hands as he lowered her down. Cam’s fingers circled her hips, gripped her.
He watched her face as she grimaced. “Do you have to have such good aim?”
He grinned. It had been a while since her pretty asshole had been invaded. “Oh, my poor darling. Is he too big?”
Her eyes rolled back as she sank onto Cam, releasing Rafe’s hands as she found her balance. “He’s too big. You know that’s why it feels so fucking good.”
He did. At least on an intellectual level. “You take him. You take every inch he has to give you. You let his cock into your ass or you won’t get anything else.”
