Past & Present (Love at First Sight Book 6)

by Mia Madison

  Nearly.

  I pulled out and tightly squeezed the base of my cock to shove the orgasm away before I flipped her over again and lifted her legs into the air. I held her ankles there and blindly maneuvered my hips until I finally landed in the perfect position and pushed back in.

  There really weren’t any words to describe how fucking good it felt to be inside her and my mind was too clouded to even try. I went a little slower at first, watching her face until she opened her eyes.

  Her pupils were blown so wide I could barely see the green in her eyes. I moved my hips faster and her lips parted—a short, soft moan escaping with every pump. I couldn’t stop staring at her lips and when she bit down on the lower one, I was done.

  I pulled out and bent down to lift her from the bed, shushing her when she made a confused sound.

  “I want to come in your mouth, baby. Please.”

  She got to her knees without protest and opened her mouth wide while I worked my hand over my shaft using her juices as lube.

  Fuck. Just seeing her waiting patiently to take me between her pretty lips with that desperate look in her eyes was enough to make me pop.

  “Suck me,” I demanded, though it came out as more of a broken plea. “Swallow it all.”

  Her lips closed around the head and she sucked hard, making me groan. I buried my fingers in her hair and worked her up and down, gasping when she dug her nails into my ass and pulled me in a hell of a lot deeper than I expected.

  “Oh fuck!” I shouted, a strangled groan rising when I felt her throat muscles attempt to swallow around me.

  I couldn’t speak. All that came out of my mouth were moans and unintelligible grunts as I spilled down her throat so hard that I saw stars.

  Because I was so deep in her mouth, she wasn’t able to swallow all of it in time. I noticed a bit had slipped past her lips after I pulled away and fuck if I wasn’t thrilled about it.

  Especially when she reached up to wipe away the trail of my jizz with her thumb and sucked it into her mouth.

  Oh yes. This woman was the one. Without question.

  “I love you,” I breathed out as I bent down and lifted her from the floor to the bed. “So damn much.”

  “Love you, too,” she murmured. “I’m sleepy.”

  “Me too, baby.”

  I tucked her under the covers and jogged downstairs to lock up the house before going back upstairs to join her. It was the middle of the day, but I couldn’t think of a single thing I’d rather be doing than napping with my fiancée.

  Juliet seemed to already be sleeping when I turned the light in the bedroom off and carefully slid into bed beside her, careful not to rouse her from sleep. I stared up at the ceiling with a sappy smile for a little while, in awe of how quickly my day had gone from good to bad to fucking fantastic.

  I was engaged. Soon, I’d have the married life I so loved back only better. Because this time, I would be marrying the right woman.

  “And the beast fucked the beauty until she passed out and they lived happily ever after.”

  “I heard that,” she whispered, her voice hoarse.

  I hummed as I rolled to my side and pulled her into my arms.

  “Good.”

  16

  Two years later...

  Our engagement had been longer than I had wanted, but I had been more than willing to wait as long as it took for the pleasure of calling Juliet my wife.

  We had finally tied the knot exactly one year after our first date. The ceremony was the complete opposite of my first wedding. A small gathering with only our closest friends and family present. The intimate wedding I always wanted.

  Juliet had signed up for a two-year culinary program shortly after resigning from Edelman’s, and with my support, she doubled up on her class load in order to finish six months early.

  Which—according to her—had been the greatest decision she ever made.

  Not even a month after our wedding, I had come home from work one day to find Juliet sitting on the floor of our bathroom in the dark. Her back had been ramrod straight and her eyes were terrified.

  In my haste to find out what was wrong, I hadn’t even noticed the barrage of positive pregnancy tests scattered around her until I knelt by her side.

  The fear in her eyes hadn’t been from the pregnancy itself but of my reaction. We had talked about kids numerous times and we mutually agreed to wait until after she finished college. With only five more months of schooling to go, we technically stuck with the plan.

  The truth was—plan or not—I was ecstatic. So ecstatic that I mounted her right there on the bathroom floor, swallowing her moans in a seemingly endless kiss while we made love.

  Everything was perfect. The wedding, the pregnancy, my life, her. All perfect.

  And I was so fucking terrified of losing it all that I couldn’t stop pacing back and forth while I waited for her to deliver our baby.

  What if something went wrong? Even with modern medicine, there was always a chance that… No. I had to stop thinking about all the possibilities of what could happen and focus on what was actually happening.

  Mason tried to console me when Juliet’s cry of pain echoed through the private maternity suite. I had only stepped out of the room for some air at her insistence. She’d been in labor for nearing fourteen hours and still hadn’t dilated enough for the birth. The combination of a lack of sleep and her pained cries and tears had long since started making me batshit insane.

  A man my size freaking the fuck out tended to make nurses nervous. Hence her pushing me out of the room to calm myself down.

  “She’ll be fine,” Mason stressed as he patted my shoulder. “A long labor is totally normal. Especially for the first baby.”

  “How the fuck would you know?” I growled as I ran my hands into my hair and resisted the urge to pull. “None of us have any idea what she’s going through right now.”

  Right now, all of us consisted of myself, Mason, Layla, and Jamie. Juliet’s family was on their way from Colorado and it thankfully looked like they’d be landing in time for the birth. If it ever fucking happened.

  “She’s fine,” Jamie said with a dramatic eye roll. “Seriously. If she wasn’t fine—she wouldn’t be worried about you scaring nurses. She’d be digging her nails into your arm and cursing the day you were born.”

  Mason chuckled. “And even if something did go wrong, you made damn sure that she has the best possible medical care.”

  There was a nugget of truth in that, but I still snapped. I gripped his shirt and yelled, “Are you trying to jinx it?!”

  Layla swatted my hands away from her husband’s shirt before connecting her palm hard with my cheek. My mouth fell open as I stared at her in shock.

  “You slapped me.”

  “Get a fucking grip, Ethan. You’re totally losing it.”

  Jamie scoffed. “He lost it long before today. I’m just saying.”

  Layla pointed her thumb his direction. “He’s probably right, but this is even worse than usual. You need to calm the fuck down.”

  “And take a shower,” Jamie muttered.

  Layla’s nose scrunched up. “You do smell a little ripe. And your clothes are just... fucked. You should—”

  “Just... stop,” I begged, covering my mouth with my hand and counting to five slowly in my head before dragging it away. “You two... you two make me fucking crazy.”

  Mason chimed in, “But you gotta admit—you seem a lot calmer now.”

  “Yeah. Thanks,” I said sarcastically.

  “Just doing my job,” Layla said with a grin, ignoring my eye roll.

  “That was awesome, by the way. I totally would have done it if I didn’t think he’d murder me after.”

  I scowled at Jamie and threw my hands in the air in surrender. “I can’t deal with you two right now. Or ever. I’m going back in.”

  Surprisingly, going out and being slapped made it a lot easier to handle the drama inside the suite. I held Juliet
while I still could and when the doctor finally announced that she had dilated enough to begin pushing, I stood by her side and held her hand.

  “Squeeze as hard as you can. You won’t hurt me,” I whispered against her sweat-soaked forehead. “I love you so much.”

  “I don’t think I can do this,” she tearfully whispered back.

  “You can. I know you can, angel.”

  “How do you know?”

  “Because you’re a lot stronger than you give yourself credit for. And if you need any extra strength—you can take mine.” I kissed her one more time and quietly whispered, “Or I can beat the shit out of the doctor until he agrees to perform a C-section. Your call.”

  Juliet laughed and though it was strained, it made my heart soar. She really could do this. She really would be fine.

  “I think I got it,” she said as she squeezed my hand. “I-I’m ready.”

  The entire process was... painful. I knew what I felt didn’t come close in comparison to what she felt, but it tore me apart. Trying to be strong for her by not reacting to her outright screams was the hardest thing I’d ever done in my life. Every time the doctor told her to push in that calm, almost monotone voice, I wanted to fucking strangle him.

  And suddenly—her hand relaxed in mine and a soft gasp slipped past her lips. For that split second, fear sliced through me. Was she—

  Then a loud wail tore through the silence and I looked away from her face to see our baby in the doctor’s arms.

  “It’s a girl.”

  As soon as the baby was delivered, Juliet quickly pulled herself together like she hadn’t just been screaming bloody murder and I guess that was my cue to fall apart. I’d deny it if anyone ever asked—but as she smiled brightly at the bundle placed into her arms—I cried.

  In my defense, I didn’t sob, but there were definite tears streaming down my cheeks. Tears of relief and joy and everything else. My wife and my baby were okay. My girls.

  “I told you,” I shakily whispered as I reached out to touch the baby. “I told you that you could do it.”

  “Come here,” she said and I propped myself on the side of the bed. “Here.”

  She gently placed the baby in my arms and I blinked away the tears and smiled down at her.

  “She’s so tiny,” I said, concern making my voice waver. “What if I—I’m going to break her.”

  “You’re not going to break her,” one of the nurses gently assured me. “And pretty much every first-time father has the same fear.”

  “Not every first-time father is a giant oaf,” I mumbled.

  The baby reached her tiny fingers out into the air and I placed one there, smiling when she grasped it and held on. She was just as adorable as her mother and I knew it wouldn’t take long for her to have me wrapped around her tiny little fingers.

  I cooed softly at the baby and was so focused on studying her little movements and reactions that I didn’t think much of Juliet’s soft murmuring until she suddenly said my name.

  “Ethan.”

  I turned my head just in time to look directly into the flash of a camera.

  The shocked look of wonder on my face didn’t detract any attention from my tears in the photo, but I still allowed Juliet to hang it up on our walls—the first of many family photos.

  The End

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