by Stella Stone
I don’t tell him exactly how much she loves it, or that she was the one who pushed to build, especially when she discovered she was pregnant. It’s not just my sanctuary anymore, its ours.
We spend another hour with Leo and Darlene before we leave, with the promise to do dinner next Sunday night, and every Sunday from now until the end of time. The smile on Shawn’s face tells me this is exactly what she was hoping for, as an outcome.
“Let’s go home,” she breathes as soon as we’re settled in the car.
I turn my head to her, tilting it to the side. “I need to thank you for today,” she smiles her cheeks pinking.
Chuckling, I shift the car into reverse. “No need to thank me, but I won’t turn your gratitude down.”
THREE MONTHS LATER
SHAWN
My tongue slides up the underside of Liam’s cock before I take him inside of my mouth. He moans, one of his hands grabbing ahold of the back of my hair, guiding me along his cock to the rhythm he desires. I moan around his length, enjoying the way he controls me—controls us.
His hand yanks my face away from him with a grunt. “Get your sexy ass up here, princess,” he growls.
I smirk, crawling up his body and straddling his hips. I don’t wait for him to adjust our bodies, I wrap my hand around the base of his cock and sink down on his length. “Fuck,” he hisses.
Humming as I stretch around his length, I slowly start to ride him. Liam cups my breasts in his hands, his thumbs gliding along my nipples before he pinches them. I arch my back, letting my head fall as my hips move in a slow and steady rhythm.
“Give me everything, Shawn,” he breathes, pinching my nipples.
With a sigh, I grind against him a little harder on my downstroke, moving my hips in a small circular motion. Liam groans at the new sensation, his grip on my nipples tightening. My hips jerk, and I’m unable to move slowly, or steadily for another second.
“Fuck me, princess. Come all over me, give it to me,” he growls.
He ignites a fire and my body moves without my being able to control it. I fuck him, hard, enjoying the way he feels inside of me, the way he stretches me. Every single time with him feels like the first time, and I can’t believe that after being together well over a year that he still feels this amazing.
His fingers grip my ass and he pulls my cheeks apart, guiding me along his cock as my thighs start to shake. I feel my pussy clamp down around him before a cry erupts from my throat as I come.
“Goddamn,” he shouts.
Liam, shifts us around and I feel my back slam down against the mattress as he drives into me over and over again until I feel his come fill my body.
His nose slides alongside my own, before his lips touch mine. “Give me another baby, princess,” he rasps.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I squeeze, holding him closer to me. “Shouldn’t I be asking you for that?”
He lifts his head, his eyes staring into my own. “You never have to ask me, my answer will always be, yes. As many as you want, Shawn. A whole fucking house full,” he murmurs. He dips his head and his lips brush mine.
“Your wish is my command, Liam,” I breathe.
He chuckles, his black eyes glittering as he looks down at me. “What a fucking beautiful life you’ve given me,” he murmurs.
Smiling I shake my head. “What a beautiful life we’ve given each other,” I clarify.
FOUR MONTHS LATER
CHRISTMAS DAY
LIAM
Had you asked me a year ago if we would be having Christmas at Leonardo and Darlene Jenkins home, I would have laughed in your face. Yet, here we are, driving toward their place for Christmas brunch. I’ve kept my promise, meeting with the Jenkins every Sunday evening for dinner for the past seven months.
Today is our first holiday together. Thanksgiving dinner didn’t happen, Shawn was sick as a dog and stayed in bed all day, but today she’s wearing a smile and seems to be extremely excited.
Once we pull into her parents driveway, I shift the car into park. “I’ll get the baby, you get the gifts?” she asks, practically bouncing in her seat.
“Okay, princess,” I chuckle.
Unfolding from the car, I pop the trunk and go about unloading the bags of wrapped gifts. There isn’t a ton, one present for each of her parents, and something for me along with a small box for Keith. I don’t know what else she could have bought me. We did our gift exchange at home, and Keith had a whole pile of presents around him, what more could the boy need?
We make our way up the front steps and into the house. Leo is standing next to the tree, a glass in his hand and a smile on his face as I make my way inside. He reaches for Keith and pulls him close against his chest while he says something low to him.
Keith makes a baby squeal sound, which causes all of us to laugh just as Darlene walks out of the kitchen.
“I want everyone to open presents now,” Shawn demands.
We all stop and look at her, with equally confused expressions on our faces. It’s not like Shawn to demand anything, she’s calm to my controlling, my voice of soft sweet reason.
Like deer in headlights, we walk over to the sofa and all sit down. Keith is passed to Darlene who holds him close as Shawn delivers matching boxes to all of us, including Keith.
“Princess?” I ask, gripping the box in my hand.
“Open it, Liam. I’ve been waiting forever for you to open it,” she softly urges.
Together we open our boxes, Darlene helping Keith with his. The room is bathed in silence and we all look at the contents, then back up to Shawn. Darlene is the first one to make a sound and that sound is a high pitched squeal, which Keith joins in on.
“Princess,” I rasp. She hurries in front of me, sinking down to her knees between my feet. Setting the box to the side, I cup her cheeks with my palms. “Thanksgiving you weren’t sick, were you?” I ask.
She shakes her head as tears roll down her cheeks. “Merry Christmas, daddy,” she breathes.
Resting my forehead against hers, I close my eyes and inhale her sweet scent. This woman has given me everything. She’s given me a life I could only dream of before I met her. She’s given me a beautiful, healthy boy, and now this.
Holding up the picture frame with an ultrasound photo inside, I smile. “I hope they’re girls,” I murmur. “Two beautiful twin girls that look exactly like you.”
