No Excuses

by Nikky Kaye

  I loved him. He loved me. Hell, he adored me, and Jack. But I missed seeing him every day at work. Seeing him at home just wasn’t the same. I was always tired, frazzled and covered in strange substances.

  Sometimes I just wanted to be the sassy secretary with a tight skirt and the power to decide the future of blowjobs at the office.

  I opened my eyes as he leaned back from me. His dark eyebrows drew together in a frown. “Are you okay with that?”

  “With what?”

  “The screaming my name part.” His thumb brushed over my nipple, which tingled in response. I nodded.

  Scream? At that moment, as he slid his hand into my yoga pants, I couldn’t even whisper. But I did flinch as he palmed my lower belly, which would never be the same after having a baby.

  “Don’t do that,” he said as I stiffened.

  His fingers splayed out over the top of my mound, his middle finger dipping into my cleft. “This is the most beautiful part of you. You have no idea…” He trailed off, shaking his head as he explored me. “Knowing that part of me, with part of you, created a new person here—it still blows me away.”

  My knees felt wobbly. “You blow me away,” I murmured. “Every single daaaaay.” I finished with a sigh as he found my entrance, already wet and welcoming.

  He grunted, covering my mouth with his. We were still getting used to the idea of sharing each other with a little person. Right now, we were selfish and greedy for each other.

  Blindly, I felt for the waist of his slacks. The heat and heft of his erection pressed against the back of my shaking hands as I tugged at his button and zipper.

  “Wait,” he said. Grrrr.

  He peeled my stretchy pants over my hips, taking my panties down my legs along the way. “Off you go.” He pulled my feet free gently, and my mind flashed on him undressing our son. My heart swelled with love.

  Then he sat back on his heels with his palms on his thighs, and ogled me. There was no other word for it. He sat there, admiring me, his slacks open and his erection bulging from it while heat from the fire licked the back of my legs.

  “Take your shirt off,” Gage commanded as he began unbuttoning his own.

  I pulled my comfy long-sleeved shirt over my head. The moment I couldn’t see him, I felt infinitely more exposed. The air shifted around me. I shivered as he swept his palms up my thighs, his touch affecting me like I was a velvet cushion being rubbed the wrong way.

  When I dropped my shirt, I blinked to see him shirtless and at my feet.

  “You are so gorgeous,” he breathed as he leaned in to taste me.

  “Ah!” My hips jerked in response, my body over-sensitized and needy for him. “Lick me. Please.”

  He did, his broad fingers circling my entrance, then scissoring to widen me as his tongue flicked at my clit. My nipples pebbled in my beige nursing bra and a familiar ache began in my breasts.

  Oh please, not right now. I really want to fuck my husband, not spray him with milk like a goddamn human firehose.

  “Does that feel good?” he asked me.

  I hummed, a greater sense of urgency coming over me. “More.”

  He shuffled closer on his knees. With his arms banded around my hips and his hands on my ass, he pulled me to his mouth. The long, lazy trail of his tongue up and down my cleft made me pant and squirm. Pleasure coiled inside me, my climax threatening to be so swift and sharp it felt like I would split open like a ripe peach in his hands.

  Just when I began to feel the telltale flutterings deep in my belly, I heard it.

  A squawk.

  Shit shit shit!

  I froze, my hands tightening on Gage’s shoulders. He dropped his hands from me and looked up at me.

  “What?”

  My head whipped from side to side—not in ecstasy, but to scan the room for the baby monitor which surely Gage must have brought down with him. Not that I needed it. Something inside me knew when Jack was turning over in his sleep. Down the hall. Behind closed doors. Whereas Gage seemed to have an uncanny ability to tune him out.

  The squawk turned into a staccato whine, which even my husband heard.

  “Fuck,” he muttered, rising to his feet with some awkwardness.

  Yeah, fuck.

  The sound began to taper off, just as quickly as it began.

  He looked at me, his blue eyes almost navy with arousal. “Wait,” he whispered. There was hope. We stood there, frozen like animatronic statues from an adult theme park, listening.

  My breasts prickled with the threat of my milk letting down. Even though he was eating all sorts of food now, I still nursed him a couple of times a day. He was right on schedule; I was the one who hadn’t looked at the time. Damn it.

  I began to reach for my pants, but Gage grabbed my arm. “Don’t. Move.” I paused, holding my breath. “Their visual acuity is based on movement,” he said.

  Eye roll. “Honey, he’s not a velociraptor.”

  Another squawk. Hiccup. Then a full-fledged siren went off upstairs.

  CHAPTER TWO

  GAGE

  Cock-blocked again.

  Madeline disappeared up the stairs with only her bra on. With a sigh and a grimace, I tucked my deflating hard-on back into my pants and zipped up. These things happened. I knew that. Sometimes it drove me crazy that I couldn’t control it, but I was rational enough to understand that the baby son came first.

  Just once, though, I’d love for my wife to come first, with a spine-bending orgasm of my own following shortly thereafter.

  I picked up her clothes, and draped them over my arm while I filled a tall glass of water for her. Then I trudged up the stairs. I could hear Maddie talking to our son, but couldn’t catch what she was saying. It only took a few steps down the hall for me to stand in the doorway of Jack’s room.

  Our house was small, only three bedrooms. We’d turned the guest bedroom into a nursery, which left us with the master and the playroom. I was fine with that. Houseguests irritated me, anyhow.

  Maddie called it our little “dollhouse”—not in front of me, of course. Its size surprised some people, considering our wealth, but it had been expensive enough at the time I bought it on my way up the income ladder. We loved the period details and the location in a heritage district, adjacent to downtown, was what made the house valuable in any market.

  Actually, to my mind, what made our house so valuable were the two people nestled in a gliding chair in front of me.

  As usual, the sight of the two of them together made me smile. The love of my life and the fruit of my loins—and if I ever refer to them as that out loud, just shoot my dick off and put it in my wife’s laptop bag.

  She smiled at me when I put the water down on a little table beside the chair, then focused her gaze on Jack again. I stood there for a moment, before realizing that they were in their own little world.

  As I headed to our bedroom, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and flopped down on the bed, the covers cool against my bare back. It was a text from Aaron.

  -Must’ve been kinky movie. Got a bj when b got home.

  I made a face as I raised the phone above me, my thumbs moving quickly.

  -Dude, that’s my sister.

  Ugh. Aaron was my friend before he hooked up with Bobbie, and sometimes the bro speak was TMI. Then I smirked and typed again.

  -Can’t be that great if you’re texting me now.

  -So are you. Did YOU get a blowjob?

  -I don’t kiss and tell.

  -Denied!!!!

  I frowned. -Kid, I explained.

  -Word.

  Their daughter—my niece—was only a few years older than Jack, still squarely in the “ankle biter” phase of life. Having witnessed some of the joys of living with a toddler, I was in no hurry to have Jack grow up.

  Damn, I was tired. Maddie had only been gone for a few hours, but it felt… longer.

  I dropped my phone on the bed beside me then draped my forearm over my eyes. When it buzzed again,
I fumbled for it in the folds of the comforter. It seemed to take a lot of muscle power to hold it up, move my arm from my face, and blink at it.

  -It gets better. I hear.

  Great.

  “You took my clothes away,” Maddie said from the doorway. She didn’t sound angry about it.

  “I’ve been known to do that.” I propped myself up on my elbows and met her bemused gaze. She’d clipped her nursing bra back up, but was otherwise naked. I wondered why she’d even bothered. “C’mere.”

  She sat on the edge of the bed beside me, plucked my phone off me and put it on the bedside table. Just her fingertips brushing against my belly regenerated some of my arousal. With one arm, I reached out and deftly undid the back clasp of her bra.

  “You’re still taking my clothes away,” she murmured.

  “Mmhmm.”

  She let the straps fall down her arms and it fell to the floor beside the bed. Then she twisted to face me better, her hand smoothing over the front of my slacks. “Seems like turnabout is fair play.”

  My body rose to meet her touch. “You never play fair.”

  Her auburn hair swung around her neck as she moved to straddle me. Her sweet-smelling, silky hair. I missed the length of it, missed wrapping it around my fist… but she came home one day with at least six inches lopped off, claiming that Jack kept pulling it.

  Well, yeah. I liked pulling on it, too.

  Right now, her hairstyle wasn’t the biggest distraction as she pressed her knees around my hips. Her breasts swayed between us, her nipples large, dark, and still distended from nursing. I never in a million years thought I would find that sexy, but on my wife, it was unbelievably erotic.

  I fell back onto the pillow with a grunt as she undid my pants again.

  “Now, where were we?” she purred.

  By the time she removed the rest of my clothes, I was rock hard and aching. I crunched up to pull her to me, but she shook her head and inched back out of reach. “No, it’s my turn to make you come.”

  Grasping the base of my cock in one hand, she lowered her head over my lap and took me into her hot mouth.

  “Fuck!” Always. So. Fucking. Good.

  Her head bobbed up and down, her lips over her teeth and the tip of her tongue tracing a line over me with every pass. I could feel her hot breath on my groin with every dip and take in the incredible sight of her mouth stretched around me each time she rose up again.

  “Jesus Christ! You’re too good at this.”

  Not that she was an amateur before, but I’d definitely gotten more—and better—blowjobs since she got pregnant.

  There was a point in her pregnancy at which she was nervous about having sex, and then after Jack she was just… I don’t know. Wanting to practice? I wasn’t about to complain, not with the way she teased the sensitive skin under my balls with one hand and gripped me with the other.

  And her mouth… her mouth was unrelenting.

  A hiss escaped me as I felt myself swell in her mouth. Suddenly filled with impatience, I pushed myself up to sitting. There was a wet popping noise as she lost suction, but her glare was short-lived as I hauled her across the bed and fell between her spread legs.

  “Wait, Gage, what—”

  I growled and lunged forward, sinking my dick into her as deep as I could possibly go.

  Her little yelp made me think maybe I’d gone too deep, and immediately I retreated—a little.

  “God, yes!” she hissed, her hands clutching me close.

  Fuck, yeah. I drove into her again, grinding against her clit with every thrust. She cried out again, spurring me on. Her body was softer in places than before, and tauter in others. Her chest was slick between us, her pussy hot and clinging.

  I wanted to take my time, slowly possess every inch of her instead of this siege—but I was already so near the edge myself that I knew I needed to make every movement count.

  With the focus and intensity that had made me a billionaire, I fucked my wife.

  Hard.

  She panted in my ear, her moans vague and compelling at the same time. I heard “more yes deep full fuck me come” but I don’t think she actually said any of those words. My jaw tight and my body ready to explode, I wedged my hand between us to find her clit.

  “Oh, my god!”

  “Come now,” I ordered her as I tweaked the hard nub above her core, before pressing forward again. “Maddie, you need to come with me.”

  One more thrust and she fell apart.

  As soon as I felt her squeezing me I gave myself permission to come. I groaned loudly as my orgasm flooded through me, and I emptied myself into my wife.

  “Motherfuck,” I mumbled as the pulse in my groin finally ebbed.

  I collapsed on her, my face burrowing into her neck. The ends of her hair tickled my nose, so I nuzzled her ear to scratch the itch.

  “That was amazing.” Her voice was low and lazy.

  I moved up and down on her chest like a raft on the ocean as her breathing slowed and her hands swept up and down my back. A grunt was the best I could form as a response. I felt absolutely boneless, which meant I was probably smothering her. Indeed, she sucked in a deep breath once I slid off her and lay by her side.

  Our breath was the only sound in the room. Vaguely I realized something was off.

  Oh.

  The baby monitor was downstairs in the kitchen. No blinking blue lights, no hum of white noise and anticipatory crackle of static. Just us, with our skin pressed together. It was so quiet that the swish of Maddie’s legs against the covers startled me.

  She rolled over to snuggle into me. Her breasts were sticky against my side.

  “Did you leak?” I asked.

  “Probably a little. Sorry.”

  I tilted my head to bury my face in her hair. I didn’t really care, but now I kind of wanted a shower before falling asleep. If only I could move my legs…

  “Can I talk to you about something?” Her voice was quiet.

  I held my breath for a moment before exhaling into her hair. “Yeah, I’ve got an agenda item as well.”

  Our communication styles had not always meshed well. In fact, I’d originally hired Madeline to be a kind of translator between my self-absorbed cluelessness and the rest of the world. Now, I said “please” when asking venture capitalists for investment. Even in our wedding vows, I promised to love, honor, and cherish her—and keep our lines of communication open and respectful.

  It was my great honor later on that night to communicate to her how I planned to respectfully tie her to the giant four-poster bed of the honeymoon suite and fuck her brains out.

  Something had been percolating in my mind, which I hadn’t brought up. But in the interest of full disclosure and honoring our marriage vows, I felt like I could—no, I should say it now.

  “Now” was a relative term, however. “You first,” I said.

  “No, you go.”

  I shook my head, smiling. “Rock, paper, scissors?”

  My elegant, beautiful wife snorted somewhere in the vicinity of my armpit. “Same time,” she said. “On three. One, two…”

  “I want to have another baby,” I confessed.

  “I want to go back to work,” she rushed out. Her nose collided with my bicep as she jerked her head up. “Wait, what?”

  CHAPTER THREE

  MADDIE

  Crazy man say what? My mouth fell open. Had I heard him wrong?

  Judging by the look on his face, I hadn’t. The usual intensity of his expression was tempered by a sheepish half-smile.

  And it wasn’t just a post-orgasmic haze.

  I sat up, sitting criss-cross applesauce. His gaze narrowed like a laser, right between my legs. Maybe this was a conversation best had wearing something more than a nervous expression.

  “I thought you were happy being home,” he said as I wriggled the bottom half of my body under the covers. I left my boobs out in the open, in case I needed them for distraction or ammunition of some kind.


  “I am. I love being home with Jack. But I miss work. I miss seeing you at the office.”

  His forehead creased. “You see me here.”

  “It’s not the same.”

  “Yeah, it’s easier to be naked here.” He waved at my breasts. Hmmm. Maybe they were too distracting.

  My eyebrows rose. So did my knees to my chest, under the duvet. “Seriously? We have had naked time at the office, too. In fact, if you were anybody else you’d have a serious sexual harassment lawsuit on your hands.”

  “If you were anyone else my hands wouldn’t be involved at all.”

  “It’s just… I got used to having a professional identity. I miss it. I miss being with grown-ups. I miss wearing clothes without Lycra as a major ingredient.”

  “Look, I get that it’s a lot. I told you we could get a nanny—”

  Irritation flared in me. “No! I don’t need a nanny. It’s one baby.”

  The truth was that most of my resistance to getting a nanny was based on my own irrational emotions. Just because I didn’t have much of a mother, didn’t mean I couldn’t be a kickass one myself. I absolutely planned to be at every Mommy and Me group, teach Jack sign language, have him potty trained by two.

  I also planned to have a pet unicorn.

  “It’s not about need, Madeline,” he said gently. “It’s about you being the best parent you can.”

  “Are you saying I’m a bad mother?”

  His eyes widened with fear—as they should, asshat!

  “No! Jesus, no! You’re an amazing mother. Every kid should be so lucky. But sometimes you’re just…” He trailed off.

  “A bitch?”

  He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Now you’re just putting words in my mouth to pick a fight.”

  “I’m picking a fight? I want to… fulfill my professional destiny, and you’re telling me that we need to get a nanny because I’m an inadequate parent. I’m surprised you’d even want to have another child with me.”

  My chest tightened to the point where I felt like I couldn’t get enough oxygen in. But if I took a deep breath, I was afraid I’d start crying. As it was, my vision was blurry as I moved off the bed. Away from Gage. I started to take the covers with me, but gave up when I almost tripped.