God, I’m the luckiest girl alive. “Then make me your whore, baby.”
He lifts me up his body until my arms and legs are wrapped around him. I kiss him again, wanting more, but this time don’t pull away. He starts walking like he has the layout of the house memorized, and I know the moment he’s at the staircase. He pulls away to climb them one by one. “You think it’ll always be like this?”
“If it hasn’t changed by now it’s not going to. We know each other’s true colors, Mad. We’re jealous, we’re crazy, and we’re in love. You light my fire and I extinguish yours. As long as we’re together, we can wing the rest.”
As he steps on the top step, he says, “I love you, Gab,” packed with so much emotion my heart swells. There is no way he’s about to fuck me dirty in bed, and that’s okay. Maybe he just doesn’t have it in him.
“I love you too.”
But then he smiles as he steps into his room and swings the door shut. “Let go.”
Seconds later, I’m falling until my back hits the mattress. My body rolls. And then I’m pulled to the edge of the bed and my jeans are jerked down. His belt buckle jingles. “Shit,” I say when he roughly thrusts inside of me.
He grabs the underside of my jaw and pulls me back until my head is cradled in his arm like a football, his face upside down above me as he pounds into me harder than he has in a long damn time. My ass will be bruised. “After all this time you still underestimate me when it comes to you.”
I moan and press into him. So good. “Maybe I just like for you to prove me wrong.”
“We’re gonna do this ‘til the end of time.”
“Why stop there?”
He grins. “You have my heart, Gab. There will never be another girl for me like you.”
“Better not be. Murder isn’t beneath me.”
“Ah, fuck. Your crazy ass is gonna make me come.”
His lips lock with mine—mine right-side up, his upside down—and we experience each other for every time we were apart. When it’s ride or die, he’ll be next to me every time.
Fifty-Five
Maddox
I pull my truck next to Gabby’s Acura and park. It’s late and we’re all exhausted. We’ve barely stopped since we left here. We decided to stay with my parents for a few days so they could get to know Madden and Gabby in a way they should have a long time ago. We’ve been gone almost two weeks. I’m glad to be home.
I glance over at Gabby with nothing but the dash lights on. She’s leaned against the doorframe on her arm with her blonde hair piled high on her head in a ponytail sleeping peacefully, her long sleeve shirt falling off her shoulder and exposing her skin. She’s beautiful. I can’t wait to marry her. Seeing her dressed up at Riggan and Sayler’s wedding in a few days will give me a glance into my future. I wanted to do so many things with her, like prom.
I run the back of my hand down her warm cheek from the truck heat. “Gab, wake up. We’re home, baby.”
“Mmm. Five more minutes.”
I smile. I’d carry her in if I didn’t have to carry Madden, who’s asleep in the backseat. I can get the luggage tomorrow, but I’m not leaving either of them out here late at night while I carry the other inside, and since she’s the adult, she’s just going to have to wake up, pregnant or not. “Baby, let’s go to bed.”
“Kay.”
She hasn’t opened her eyes yet. “If you don’t wake up my tongue is going between your thighs for a wake-up call.”
They pop open, her dark, decadent eyes locking with mine. “I’m up.”
I laugh. “Bummer. I like the way you taste.”
“I cannot be quiet when you do that, and there is a child in the backseat, so that’s not happening. Maybe you shouldn’t be so good at it.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t be so tasty.”
She smiles as she sits up, unbuckling her seatbelt, and then she grabs her purse from the floorboard. “How long was I out?”
“You were asleep before we got on the highway after leaving the airport.”
“Dang. I must have been tired. I’m sorry I didn’t stay up with you.”
I lean in closer and kiss her. “It’s okay. You’re growing my baby. Based on how much energy number one has, I’m going to say it’s a full-time job.” She frowns. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
“I need to get a job, Maddox. Why are you not embarrassed I’m pregnant again? Honestly, I thought our roles would be reversed.”
“Why would I be embarrassed?”
“We aren’t married. When we went with your parents to church Sunday, where they are very active members, I couldn’t help but wonder if they were embarrassed by everything. I don’t have a mom to make proud. I want yours to be.”
My chest aches. “Just because my parents are Christians doesn’t mean they shun people that make mistakes, if that’s what he’s supposed to be. He’s not that to me. At least not with you. We’re human just like everyone else. We’re born again sinners. I love you, Gabby. My mom loves you. I can tell. I asked you to marry me before we found out. We have sex. If a person can’t handle a pregnancy, they shouldn’t be having sex regardless of any other circumstances. The better question is why are you embarrassed? Were you embarrassed with Madden?”
“That’s different. He was our first accident. And we had been together a lot longer. Now we know better and just got back together. Our current living situation isn’t even ideal for him, let alone another baby. Where are we going to put it? I don’t have a job. I’m not putting all the financial strain on you, but if I work, I’m not sure I’ll make anything after paying for two kids in daycare. And even though our living situation is a little weird, I wasn’t ready to change it, even if we can afford it. I love Presley and Sayler. I finally have real friends again; not friends that benefit my need to get back at my dad.”
I grab her hand. “Would you feel this way had we gotten married before you got pregnant again, even if the timeline were no different?” She shakes her head. “Then stop stressing over the insignificant things. We’re not the first couple to start a life without a plan. We have each other and we have our son. Things could have turned out a lot different. We have a lot to be thankful for. I’m not going to let another baby with the girl I’m in love with deter me from having everything I want in life. I don’t give a damn what anyone else thinks of me but you, and it took me getting back the one thing I was missing to get to that point.”
“When you say shit like that it’s word porn. Your self-assurance turns me on. Want to put the kid to bed and hop in the shower?”
That question went straight to my dick. I kill the engine and open the door, already shoving my leg out when the cab light comes on. Grabbing the back door behind mine, I open it and dip my head inside, going for Madden’s seatbelt. “Leave everything but essentials for morning. Let’s go.”
Laughter fills the truck as I pick him up and shut the door. He stirs, adjusting his head on my shoulder and going back to sleep. She meets me with her purse on her arm as I round the truck. We both walk through the open lit garage they left on for us when I texted Riggan from the airport. Gabby has the key shoved in the door as I approach right behind her.
Everything is dark but the few lights throughout the house that stay on at night and the Christmas tree. I follow her to the third floor. She halts suddenly when she turns the light on in our bedroom. “Um, Maddox?”
I’m trying to work his shoes off so I can just lay him down. We dressed him in activewear so he’d be comfortable enough to just go to bed if he was asleep when we got here. “What?”
“Something is wrong.”
“What do you mean?”
She shoves the door all the way open. “This isn’t our bed. Where is our stuff?”
I walk inside when she steps out of my way, looking around. I recognize the duffel bag next to the wall. Wait, this is Riggan’s old bed that was in the basement. What the fuck? “I wasn’t expecting to go to bed with an audience.”
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e both turn around at the sound of Landon’s voice, who’s standing behind us in a pair of boxer briefs with wet hair like he just got out of the shower. “What’s going on? Where is my bed?”
He smirks at me. “Where do you think it is?”
“Landon, it’s late. Don’t be a prick. I have a kid that needs sleep.”
“I see that. You’ve been a busy boy while I was gone. I hate to state the obvious, but if the bed that was in the basement is now on the third floor, then the bed that was on the third floor must be in the basement.”
My face is already heating. “There is no privacy down there! Who the fuck gave you my room?”
He laughs and holds up both hands in surrender. “Don’t shoot the messenger. I’m just sleeping where I’m told. Guess you got the boot. I must be the new favorite. Or it could be that whole single men get the penthouse floor thing. You know my niece and nephew. Kids can be loud little shits when they wanna be.”
“Let’s go, Gabby.” I’m about to blow a fuse, but I can’t do it right now. This is bullshit!
Fifty-Six
Presley
I yawn as I stare at the small room decorated for a little boy. It’s not huge, but it gives him a space of his own. It’s big enough for a twin-size bed, a dresser, a small closet, and a little area I made for toys and books or even a drum set like his dad one day if he wants one. The walls are baby blue and the bedding is reversible—navy on one side and baby blue on the other. The sheets are stripes with coordinating colors. I wasn’t sure what he was into, and I wanted to give him a place he could make his own if he wanted to do a theme, so I chose colors instead.
Konnor walks up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, kissing my cheek. “You’re tired. We could go to bed and just let them find it ‘til morning.”
“I am tired, but I’m too excited. I’d never get to sleep. What if he hates it? Is the stuffed puppy dog on the bed too much? Do six-year-olds still sleep with stuffed animals?”
“It’s not girly. He’ll love it. You and Sayler seemed like you were having more fun than doing work decorating. Maybe this is your thing like music is mine.”
I turn in his arms and wrap mine around his neck, a smile plastered on my face. “It was so much fun. I wanted to get him some clothes too, but I had no idea what size he was. I got some gift cards for children’s stores instead so they have to use them. I knew they wouldn’t take money. I’m going to warn you now not to look at the credit card account when the add-on is done and the nursery is ready to be decorated. Since we’re finding out the sex, I’ll probably go crazy.”
He smiles. “As long as I can get tattoos the credit card is yours.”
I roll my eyes. “Have I ever told you that you couldn’t get a tattoo?”
A chuckle rolls off his lips as he pulls me closer. “No, but why haven’t you?”
“I choose my battles. A tattooed Konnor that’s all mine is far better than no Konnor. Being a nagging wife isn’t my thing. You’re sexiest to me being the man you want to be.”
He pushes me against the wall and lifts my thigh, pressing his pelvis between my legs, letting me feel nothing but hard muscle. His lips come down on mine, packed with hunger. “Come to bed with me. I’ll kiss you everywhere.”
Everything clenches tight between my legs. God, I’ve missed him. We’ve been so busy between work and fixing up the basement we’ve basically crashed every night with nothing more than a quickie here and there. And even though those quickies are my saving grace when the body changes are mentally challenging and emotionally heightening, it’s not what I’m used to.
I nibble on his lip. “You’re very persuasive.”
“Yeah?” His hand slips up my shorts and dips under my panties, inching inside of me. “What about a sample? Don’t you like those?” A moan slips out as he pumps in and out of me. “Fuck, baby. Why are you so wet?”
“You. It’s always you. I’ve missed this.”
“Why haven’t you said anything?”
“We’ve both been tired. My eyes roll to the back of my head before it hits the pillow.”
He pulls out of me and wraps his finger around the center of my panties and shorts, already pulling them low on my hips to work them down. “You want me to eat it? Let me lick you right here, baby.”
“Okay,” I say breathlessly, and watch him drop to his knees in front of me. He kisses my hipbone, following the waistband of my sleep shorts as they slowly descend. He hits my smooth pubic bone, and then the top curve of my lips, the tip of his tongue already pushing through. My knees buckle. It still amazes me that I got him.
When he hits my clit, someone starts stomping down the stairs, reminding me that we’re waiting for Maddox and Gabby and their little boy. This can wait. Oh, my God! We’re hooking up in a kid’s room! I push my back off the wall and grab my shorts, pulling them back up. “To be continued . . .”
Konnor stands, squeezing his throbbing dick. At least that’s what he told me he was doing when I asked once. He only does it when we have to stop abruptly, which isn’t often. “Goddammit. He has the worst timing. We’ve been blowing his shit up all night for updates, and he picks the moment I’m about to shove my tongue in good pussy to show up.”
I laugh at him. “Behave and we can do sixty-nine when we go to bed.”
“Fuck. For real? Don’t tease me.”
I shake my head. “You act like I tell you no. We just always do it before we play now it seems like.”
“I felt guilty asking for a blow job when you were nauseous and shit, so I try to cut to the chase before you feel obligated.”
I frown at him. “Konnor! Are we that couple? What the fuck? We are finishing this conversation later!”
He grabs my hand and pulls me into the living space where Riggan is sitting on one end of the couch with Sayler’s feet in his lap, rubbing them. She’s laying on her back with her hand on her adorable belly that’s getting a lot closer to that ‘about to pop’ stage. She looks back at me. “Hey, Ma-mi. Get you some, girl.”
My cheeks flush a little. Wasn’t aware we could be heard. I thought they were finishing up the master bedroom from us washing the bedding. We wanted it to be warm and fresh when they got home from the dryer. There is a tiny nursery too—more like a nook in the master bedroom—but we left it empty, not wanting to step on any toes. We figured Gabby would want to do that with Maddox since he wasn’t in the picture the first go ‘round. Scratch that. She didn’t get to do one at all. “I know that pregnant pussy is good and all, but you could at least try to be a little less obvious when you’re going to do it in random-ass places like a kid’s room.”
“Shut the hell up,” Konnor responds on a laugh to Riggan’s comment. “Like you have any room to talk.”
A thought occurs to me. “You guys do realize you’re going to have to find a filter when little ears are around, right?”
They both look at each other like I’ve grown a third tit. They missed a really good shot at being brothers. Sometimes it’s uncanny how alike they are. Their relationship is so natural. All of the guys are. It’s a special bond I love to watch, because each of them are slightly different in their ‘bromances’. Has this not occurred to either of them? By the middle of summer, we are going to have a house full of babies. “What the hell is this? Where are my fucking drums?” Maddox says. He doesn’t sound happy in the least.
“Maddox, calm down until we talk to someone that will give us straight answers. You’re going to wake him up,” Gabby whispers behind the wall we built to give them privacy from someone walking down the stairs.
“Fuck that, Gab. I pay bills here too. I’m not freeloading. If they wanted to kick me out, they could have at least given me a notice. I thought everything was fine when we left.”
“Kick them out? Oh my god. Is that seriously the first conclusion he would come to? He should know better.” Riggan told me this would likely happen by keeping it a secret. Maddox has a short fuse and packs a mean punch when his ange
r is set off. He doesn’t like being blindsided. Saw that once. But I’d rather calm the storm than spoil the surprise. Do now and ask for forgive later kind of thing. It’s worth it to me.
I won’t lie. Sometimes I’m jealous—in a good way—that Gabby and Konnor have a separate friendship and Maddox and Sayler do. I feel left out in ways. It doesn’t seem to bother Riggan all that much. My guy friend is in Hawaii living it up. Landon is hard to get close to. He’s closed off. He’s identical to my sister. I saw it early on. They’d be perfect for each other. I’m hoping this will bring me and Maddox closer in a friendship like Riggan and I slowly have since that day he came in mine and Konnor’s office after he got back from taking Sayler to his mom’s and the New York trip where he took Abby’s things to someone.
My belly flutters as the door swings open to Maddox charging in with a little boy attached to his front sleeping. I could blame it on the baby since I now know what it feels like when it moves inside of me, but I’m almost positive it’s related to nerves instead.
I love the look of fatherhood on a man. It’s this weird little fetish I’ve developed. I can’t wait to see Konnor like that. It’s a recurring nightmare I used to have after the abortion. Konnor was always holding the baby I got rid of. At the end of the dream the baby always vanished out of his arms and I would wake up in a sweat. It tormented me for a year.
Maddox halts when he looks at all four of us. Gabby holds out her hands to avoid crashing into him. He looks around at the main space that is likely much smaller than he remembers since it’s no longer an open floor plan. It’s definitely a much different look. “What is this?”
“Your apartment,” I answer, when his eyes fall on mine. Konnor wraps his arms around me, his hands cradling my small bump, and places his chin on my shoulder.
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