by M. J. Fields
My insides clench, and I force myself to be… mature about this, do the right thing. “You should rest.”
“Can’t rest when my wife is staring at me.” He leans up and kisses the base of my neck. “Pretty sure I’m neglecting my duties.”
“I’m… I’m… mmm,” I moan, allowing my head to fall back as he kisses up my neck. As the words rush out on an exhale, “Notaduty.”
He turns his body, pushing it against mine. “Fuck no, you aren’t, you’re a pleasure.”
I’m on my back, he’s on his side, pushing his t-shirt I chose to wear to bed up with his robot-spikey-cage hand.
The cool metal sends a trail of goosebumps up my belly, guiding him in the moonlit room to where my nipples are pebbled and impatiently awaiting his attention.
He kisses slow, soft, delicate kisses against my flesh, and then his hot wet tongue licks up to just below my nipple.
“Need help?” I pant, needing to move this along at a faster pace, yet trying desperately not to push.
“No, what I need is for you to lie back, and let me take my time with you.”
Damn it, I’m ten seconds from seeing that white light of ecstasy, and two seconds from pulling out whatever move I have to make sure I get there, when I remember, robot-spikey-cage hand.
“Are you in pain?”
Worries
Logan
“Excruciating.”
I lie, and I don’t even feel bad. I’ll tell her the truth, someday, but I have a feeling this is the only damn way she’s going to let me take my time with her.
A man in love worries about shit that a woman doesn’t.
Can I take care of her like no other?
Financially? Hell yes. I’m a fucking overnight millionaire, and if I lost it all tomorrow, I’d still be able to make ends meet because I have skills and not one, but two, back up plans.
Emotionally? Again, hell yes. In her case, I’m not saying no man would put up with her crazy antics, but they certainly may not be as smitten by them as I am. Hell, I can’t wait for her to say or do something so off the wall we end up laughing over it. In some cases, it takes a while to find humor in it, but eventually, it happens.
Will I get along with her family? Again, yeah, and I’m pretty fucking sure most, if not all, would run scared. I take a little perverse pleasure in butting horns with Brody, but all in all, we’re just fine.
Is my dick going to be forever etched in her mind, no matter what the future holds?
In my case, yes, absolutely, no doubt whatsoever. It’s perfect, and it’s huge.
The missing Link(s).
And the one none of us will admit, ‘Can I do it better than her?’
At the present time, fuck yes. But I’m sure, in the future, we may have some issues that warrant her being pissed off and may land me on the couch. No plans to fuck up, but she gets emotional. I assume, when she’s carrying our ‘littles,’ she’s going to be more emotional and hormonal. With our sex life as… frequent as it is, she’s going to be used to at least a once a day flight to Links land, and I’m going to be the one flying the proverbial jet.
I’m sure those vibrating plastic dicks could get her there, I’m sure even her little fingers could easily figure out what buttons to push, because I’ve basically given her the road map to her orgasms, but I need to step it way up and show her what only I can do for her. I’ve fucking dreamt of bringing her there, so I’m gonna make damn sure I do.
Even if I have to lie a little for it to happen.
I move to lie on my side and take her nipple between my teeth as I pass over her, she whimpers, and it sounds almost like a chirp.
I take my good hand and cup the tit I’m not sucking the hell out of and play with her perfect Cs. Squeezing her soft skin in my hand, gently, then firmer, so she squirms under my touch.
I let my tongue circle her nipple as she fights the urge, the need, to press against it.
I love the taste of her skin, the smell of it, everything about it. It drives me crazy enough that if the smell of her arousal wasn’t even more fucking sexy, I’d never make her come. I’d let her stay in a constant state of dizzy, the same fucking way she makes me feel when I touch her, all the damn time.
I am hard as stone, and I don’t give a damn. What London has yet to let me show her is that I know I have the ability to actually keep it up all night… for her.
I lean over and take the tit I’ve yet to taste in my mouth as I let my hand trail down her soft, toned tummy, and before I even push her panties to the side, I feel how hot she is for me.
I stall and slide my hand across her pelvis to her hip and squeeze before running it back across toward me and then doing the same to the other.
“Logan,” she moans as I feel her lower body tense like she’s squeezing her pussy lips, hoping to squeeze hard enough to give her some release.
Fuck. That.
I clamp my teeth gently on her nipple and release it before kissing her lips, licking inside her sweet, hot mouth. She cries into mine when I slide two fingers down her panties and clamp them around her, giving her some of the friction she craves, but not all that she wants.
She rocks against my touch, and I hold my palm away so she can’t rub against it, and slide two fingers inside her.
She’s wet, she’s warm, and she is so silky inside.
I need to make her come harder than she ever has.
I crook my fingers and tap on her g-spot, at first a slow tempo and then faster, and faster, until her insides clench. Then I pull them out and kiss her harder, running my hand up her body, rubbing her nipple between my finger and thumb.
Then down again, I finger her until she’s almost there, and I do it again and again and again until she is so drenched I know damn well the sheets are going to need changing.
I go back in, full force, and I fuck her fast, so fucking fast, and hard, her legs begin to shake. I pull away from our kiss and see her in the moonlight, eyes wild, begging without words, maybe a little confused even.
I like it.
“Trust me, Pretty, this is-.”
“Please, Logan.”
I slow down again and lean in to kiss her, but she turns away slightly. “London, look at me.”
She does.
“I’m gonna make you come so hard.”
“You keep stopping.”
“Anticipation.”
She shakes her head. “Fuck yes, baby, and trust me after this to bring you to a place beyond what you’ve even allowed yourself to imagine.” I begin fingering her harder, faster, deeper, curving my fingers more and pressing my palm on her clit.
Her eyes widen, and she tenses, her insides contract around my fingers.
“Come, London.”
“You. Stop. Oh. God. Oh-”
“Fucking come for me.”
I love the way she looks at me, the deer in the headlights look.
“London, come.”
Her head thrashes back and forth, she pulls away, pushes forward, and then as I lean down to tell her I love her and kiss her hard, everything is wet, hot, and she’s shaking like a goddamned leaf.
She pulls away from our kiss, head thrashing, legs shaking, pushing me, pulling me, and she comes harder.
“That’s right, just like that, fucking beautiful.”
I pull my fingers out of her, dragging them over her clit, and pinching it slightly. She reaches up and grabs me tight around the neck, like she’s holding on for dear life, and fuck if it doesn’t feel good.
“You’re fucking beautiful.” I hold her as she trembles and pants.
“Still, still.”
“It’ll calm down, baby, just hold on and enjoy it.”
After several minutes, she sighs, “We need to change the sheets. Maybe the mattress. We may need a boat.”
I chuckle as I kiss her neck.
“That’s kind of—”
“Sexy as fuck.”
“I was going to say yucky.”
“Lik
e hell it is.”
I push her on to her back and hover over her, one-handed, of course.
“I want inside, you’re gonna have to help me out.”
“Inside?” She gasps.
“I want my cock inside your pussy and, London, we’re gonna go slow, and we’re gonna go hard, and we’re going to go until you do that again, this time, on my dick. And after this, there is no race to the fucking finish anymore. It’s a fucking 10K every time.”
Date Night
Ava
The first night, on our way home from the hospital, Luke made me go to Wegmans. He said we needed Pull-Ups, and to grab some other things for the kids that his mom, Jade, would need while we were gone.
I swear I don’t remember the drive from the hospital to Wegmans, or the walk from the parking lot to the store. But he brought me to the darkened café to sit and wait while he shopped. I told him I was fine, he told me he insisted.
When he came back, it felt like he had only been gone a few moments, but the heaping bags in the shopping cart told me otherwise.
When he pulled out a bag and set it in front of me, then a cellophane wrapped floral bouquet and handed it to me, I began to cry again.
He went about unpacking the bag’s contents. A rotisserie chicken and a pre-made salad, two flavored waters and last, a couple of big brownies he must have grabbed from the bakery. I wiped away my tears.
I knew what he was doing. “Date night?”
His smile reminds me of a much younger Luke Lane. One like those he gifted me after he’d pick me first to be on his team. “Yeah.”
How lucky am I to have him, when I could have easily lost him… twice?
So lucky.
I haven’t slept for more than a couple hours in two days. I haven’t been able to let the kids out of my sight. We’ve watched movies, snuggled, laughed, danced, baked, sang, but mostly, Hope, Chance, Luke and I have been doing arts and crafts projects, while Faith has been attached to either Luke or I because she has been extremely fussy.
I’m honestly thrilled she is keeping us busy. It gives my mind less time to drift to the reality that my mother is dying.
Between the kids, and texting back and forth with Logan or London, and avoiding Dad, I am exhausted, emotionally and physically.
Luke appears to be fine, but I know he hasn’t slept a wink either.
Every time I suggest he try, he winks and quips, “When you do, I will.”
Tonight, with the twins’ bags packed, and an additional bag full of crafts they made for Jade and Ryan, along with baked goods that I swore I’d stop making after the holidays.
Christmas.
How many Christmases have I now lost the chance to spend with Mom?
“Ava.” Luke’s arms wrap around me from behind as I wash the same sippy cup I have washed over and over again for who knows how long. He kisses the top of my head. “It’s clean.”
I move to put it in the dishwasher, and he moves with me.
After I close it, he turns me around. He kisses my forehead as I wrap my arms around him. His arms move slowly up and down my back. “Faith’s asleep.”
I inhale slowly and exhale. “You sure?”
“Yeah.” He kisses my head again, and I look up at him.
Pools of crystal blue look back at me from eyes that look like they’d been painted. No way they could be real
I realize I must’ve stared for too long when he asks, “You okay?”
“Looking at you, I almost forgot.”
“Then keep looking.”
“Haven’t been able to stop, Luke, ever.”
“Ava.” His voice is deep and husky, the sound of it vibrates throughout my body.
“Make me forget,” I whisper as I lick my lips and push up on my toes.
“You sure?”
“Kiss me, damn it.”
As soon as his lips touch mine, my body’s automatic reaction to his takes over.
It’s always been like this.
The way he grabs the back of my neck and pulls me toward him. The way his mouth takes my lips and leaves room for nothing else in the world.
Just this.
The way his other hand cups my ass, I can’t hold back the cry that leaves my throat.
“Hurry,” I say as he pulls my shirt up.
“Hurry,” I plead as I reach between us and grip him through his black running pants.
“Hurry,” I whimper as he pulls off my pants and underwear in one swift move.
“Hurry,” I beg as my hands pull his shirt over his head and throw it to the ground.
“Hurry,” I plead as he pushes his pants down far enough for his cock to spring free.
I run my hands up his biceps, his shoulders, and link them together behind his neck.
“God, I’ve missed you,” I say as he lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around his hips.
When he doesn’t push into me fully, I lean back as he hisses.
“What are you waiting for?” I begin to shake with need for him.
“Ava, slow and steady.”
“But—”
“We haven’t fucked since Faith was born.”
“Well, then let’s get to it.” I push against him.
He walks us over to the counter and sets my ass on it before he cups my face with his hands. “I want you as bad, but, Ava, we—”
“Have three kids that may wake at any moment. So, Luke.” I stop when he pushes farther into me. “God.”
“Ava,” he hisses as I rock against him, trying not to think about the fact that I cook and sometimes feed my kids breakfast at the very spot my ass is sitting… bare.
I wrap my arms around him and pull myself up and then lower, lower, lower. “God yes, baby.”
“Love me?”
“Fuck yes, I do,” he groans.
“Then fuck me, Luke, make me come, so hard I—”
His hands grip my ass harder, and he turns, my back hits the refrigerator, and I reach up to grab something… and he fucks me just like I want… no, need him to. No holding back, no reserves, just grunts and groans, and skin slapping skin. He bites my neck, sucks my flesh, and continues until I fall apart, and yes, my husband follows.
Between kisses and trying to catch our breath, he tells me he’s going to fuck me on the plane. Eat my pussy every morning we’re there without worry that two beautiful little cock blockers will walk in. I hold him tight and grind against him, still zinging inside and wanting all the friction I can get.
He tells me that there is no better way to escape than inside me. I tell him I feel the same.
He grabs behind my knees, cradling me like a baby, and carries me toward the master bedroom.
Stopping at the co-sleeper, we look at our daughter and both coo before he takes me in the bathroom and sets me down on my feet.
“Let’s take a bath,” he suggests.
“We both showered earlier,” I protest.
“Yeah, but now you have boob juice soaking through your bra.”
I look down and wish I could hide. “You could have told me. How gross must I—”
“I think it’s sexy, so get that shit right out of your head.”
“Because you haven’t had sex in over a month.”
“No, blue eyes, because you’re fucking stunning.”
“Saturated bra and all?”
He nods. “Yeah.”
When I hear Faith start to cry, I startle, splashing water around us.
Luke’s arms tighten around me. “Give her a minute.”
“Did I fall asleep?”
“Couldn’t really answer that because I’m pretty damn sure I did.”
He pulls me back against his chest, and I sink into him. “The water’s kind of cold.”
“But fuck, if this doesn’t feel good.”
“Yeah, but—”
“But nothing.” He reaches over and grabs the candle he had lit and blows it out. “This happens at least three times a week.”
“What, kit
chen sex?”
His chest vibrates as he chuckles and then he kisses the back of my neck. “That too, but this, Ava. Me, you, naked, touching but not fucking, just relaxing in the tub.”
“I’m in.” I turn my head back and kiss him before standing. “Unless someone has a fever, there’s a family crisis, laundry is—”
“Three times a week, Ava. Laundry’s an issue, we bring it in the tub with us and kick it around.” He stands and smiles. “We need this, no disconnects, not in team Lane.”
I place the towel against his chest and begin to dry him off. “Always team Lane, turn.”
His hand covers mine, and I look up into his amused and brilliant blue eyes. “Turn?”
I shake my head when I realize I’m doing to him what I do to the kids. “Habit.”
“Let’s make date night, even if it’s getting groceries, grabbing a rotisserie chicken and chilling together at a grocery store, just you and I, a habit. And let’s do this bath thing three damn nights a week, Ava, even if we’re exhausted, we’ll just be a little more so. And Christ, I want to go away with you. Just eat, fuck, sleep, soak in a goddamned bath.”
“And you want more babies,” I laugh. “Can’t have it all, Luke.”
“The hell, we can’t.”
Lucky man
Luke
Hope was a little clingy when we left her with Mom, and it was hard as hell for Ava. Truth be told, it was for me, too.
She resembles her biological father, but she also looks a hell of a lot like my wife, acts like her, too.
I had to promise her everything under the sun in order for her to ease up a bit, so Ava didn’t lose her shit.
Fortunately for me, everything under the sun includes new safety scissors, a new butterfly garden, glitter, and some glue sticks. Soon enough it’ll be a car.
Chance, he just gave us a hug and a love you. Then he was off to find Uncle Jackson and Pops. I knew what he was after, so did Ava. He wanted to get his hands on the bin of Mega blocks to build something with them and then let Hope knock it down.
