Coming to Los Angeles was the best decision we ever made. The move gave us the freedom to go places without any of Arsen’s past acquaintances showing up and ruining my mood. It also gave us this awesome group of friends I don’t know how we ever lived without.
The only thing we lost in the move was Paul who stayed and later married Detective Fontaine. They live in Arsen’s old penthouse he gave Paul as part of a severance package for his years of dedicated service. Plus, he made an investment for him and that makes enough so Paul no longer has to work.
He works anyway as a private eye. Paul helps his wife out on cases. They make a pretty great team.
Gwen married one of Kip’s wife, Peyton’s, brothers from Texas. She has three older brothers and one was still available, Tyler Reed. We had Gwen over to visit and the Dixon’s had a bar-b-que as her family was visiting and she met him there.
The two of them live back in his hometown, a tiny town outside of Austin, Texas. No kids for them as of yet. But they’ve only been married a year or so.
I cuddle into Arsen’s arms as he spoons me from behind. His lips touch just behind my ear with a sweet kiss goodnight.
I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this!
ARSEN
The cockatoo, Bentley, screams as the front door flies open and in run my two rugrats.
“Good afternoon, guys!”
“Daddy!” they both yell at the top of their lungs as they don’t seem to have an inside voice at all.
Rachelle brings up the rear and her husband, Blake, follows her. Their latest baby is strapped to his chest and waves at me, excitedly.
I have to get up and go kiss her little, pudgy hands. But first, my kids have to jump into my arms and act as if one night away from home and Mommy and Daddy was an eternity.
Brady wraps his arms around my neck.
“Daddy, was my fishy okay while I was gone?”
“Yes, son. I told you I would feed him for you and I did.” I put him down and pat him on the head. “Mommy has lunch ready in the kitchen, Buddy.”
“Yeah!” he yells and takes off then spins around, stopping all of a sudden. “Thank you for letting us spend the night, Mr. and Mrs. Chandler.”
“You’re welcome, Brady,” they say together.
Our two-year-old daughter, Trace, clings to me and kisses my cheek. “Daddy, I missed you.”
“I missed you too, Princess.” I kiss her cheek and place her on the floor. “Tell them thank you and go see Mommy.”
She runs and hugs Blake’s leg. “Thank you, Mr. Chandler.”
Rachelle reaches down and picks her up, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you for coming to see us, Trace. I had fun fixing your hair.”
Trace giggles. “Me too! Thank you, Mrs. Chandler.”
After placing her feet on the floor, Trace takes off like a rocket to see her mother.
“Thanks. We’ll return the favor anytime you want.” I give them a knowing smile. They have four kids of their own. Adding in a couple more makes a difference.
Blake reaches into his pocket and pulls out a set of keys. “We’ll be heading back to Colorado tomorrow. Think you could check on the house now and again for us? We’ll be back in a month.”
I nod and take the keys. “Not a problem. We’ll make sure those plants are watered too.”
Rachelle gives me a smile. “Thanks, Arsen. You two are the best neighbors ever.”
They turn and walk back out the door. I wave and watch them walk back through the gate that separates their estate from ours. Then make my way to the kitchen to find out what my wife has whipped up for lunch.
I find our eldest arguing about the food like he always does. “Yeah, Mom, but at McDonald’s, there’s toys with the food. And tuna fish is not on the menu at all. Thank goodness.”
“Well, in Mommy’s kitchen all food comes with a side order of love. What about that, Brady?” Steele places his plate in front of him as he wrinkles his nose.
“But that smell, Mommy. Yuk!” He pulls the corner up on his wheat bread and takes a huge sniff.
I laugh and take the chair next to him.
“Did you know that fish is good for your brain?”
Trace nods and takes a bite of her sandwich with no argument what-so-ever. She’s our good eater and her chunky little body is a testament to that fact.
“Mmmm. Thank you, Mommy. I wuv you.”
Steele runs a hand through our daughter’s dark curls. Trace has hair the color of mine and her mother’s curls which I found she had when she was a kid. Later they turned into waves.
Her eyes are just like mine, though. And for a two-year-old she’s very smart and has a vocabulary far ahead of other kids her age. When Brady was two, he barely spoke at all. Mostly grunted and pointed at what he wanted.
I called him our little caveman for a while.
Steele takes the place across from me and has her hair pulled up in a high ponytail. A little red spot on her neck is left over evidence of our heated night.
“Something bit you, Mommy,” Brady says as he notices.
“I know,” Steele says with a smile then her eyes catch mine and I smile back at her. “There was a mosquito in our bedroom last night and it bit me in several places.” She gives me a wink.
“I hate those pesky things,” Brady says as he picks up a potato chip and eats it.
Her foot runs over mine underneath the table.
“I don’t hate them. They have their purpose.”
Neither of us has shoes on and I move my foot over hers and then up her bare leg as she only has shorts on. Her face flushes and she takes a drink of her iced tea then licks her lips all seductively as she looks at me.
I don’t know how she does it. One look, one touch from her can send me to another realm in my head. She’s got me all hot and bothered and wishing the kids would take a nap already.
Running my hand over Brady’s shortly cropped dark hair, I say, “Bet you kids stayed up late playing with the neighbor’s kids. Bet you two could use a nap after lunch. Hurry and eat up and Daddy will read you a story so you two can fall asleep for a little while. You know, catch up on your rest.”
Steele’s lips quirk into a sly smile and her toes run up my calf then back down again. She puts the pickle spear she had on her plate to her lips and pulls it in a bit then takes it back out and lets her tongue move over the tip.
My cock jerks to attention. I look at the untouched sandwich on my son’s plate. “I’ll give you a hundred dollars if you hurry up and eat that sandwich.”
His blue eyes go all wide and he says, “Seriously, Dad?”
“Dead serious, Son.” I pull my wallet out of my pocket and take out the bill and place it on the table in front of his plate. “You eat it up and the money is yours, Son.”
He picks the sandwich up and takes the first bite. After he swallows, he says, “Hey, this ain’t really yukky at all.”
Steele’s eyebrows cock up. “Told you.”
Thankfully the kid starts eating because my wife isn’t letting up. Her foot runs up and down my leg and my body is heating up so quickly it’s insane.
And I still have to read the kids a story!
STEELE
Thank God for naptime!
I’ve taken every stitch off and wait for Arsen to come to our bedroom. He’s reading the kids a book, in hopes of them falling asleep for a little nap after lunch.
It cost him a hundred-dollar bill to get our son to eat his tuna sandwich, but I think I can prove to him it was worth it.
The door opens and in comes Arsen, stripping as he comes towards me in what looks like a heated rush. “That took forever.”
I giggle and hold my arms out to him.
“Come to me, Big Daddy!”
His underwear hit the floor and I can see he is so ready for me. His hard body smacks against mine as he grabs me up in his strong arms. My arms wrap around him as his mouth takes mine in a hot kiss.
I was keyed up and now I�
��m about to boil over. His fingers press hard into my flesh like he wants to feel me so deep. It’s beyond amazing.
The bed I bought a few years ago stirred so much in me when I saw it, I had to have it and bought it on the spot.
It’s a four post bed with smaller posts covering the top end of the bed and has a metal frame around the top of it. You could throw mosquito netting over it if you wanted to. I didn’t, though.
We use the rounded metal bars for other things.
Arsen’s hands go to my waist, and he takes his mouth from mine, hoisting me up. I wrap my hands around the bar over my head and he takes my legs and places each one over his broad shoulders.
He looks up at me and licks his lips as his face is right there in my crotch.
“Time for dessert.”
I let out a loud moan as his hot mouth crushes against my sex. His tongue moves over my folds and dip into my opening a bit then back out to roam over every part of me again.
The way his teeth feel against my tender flesh has my body trembling already. I throw my head back as his tongue strokes my clit and I groan with the sensation.
My body is on fire for him as his fingers squeeze my ass and he pinches it every so often, sending spikes of heat flashing through my entire body.
The sounds he’s making as he consumes me has me reeling with the knowledge this turns him on almost as much as it does me. He gives my clit a nip and I yelp with the action.
He bites it harder, making it pulse and then licks it over and over. I fall apart. “Arsen!” My body shakes with the hard orgasm.
His head pulls back, his hands move to my waist, and he pulls me down.
“On your knees.”
I turn around and get on my hands and knees and he takes me by the waist and pulls me back to him then slams into me. He stops and moans as he makes the tiniest strokes inside me.
My body is still climaxing and the little muscles in my vagina clench around his hard cock. He gives my ass a smack and starts pounding into me. The orgasm keeps going and I start making crazy sounds as it does.
Another smack he gives me, sending lightning flashing to every nerve ending in my body. I’m moaning so much I can barely even take in a breath.
My body is on fire, pulsing all over and so deep inside it is unreal. Just as the intense orgasm begins to ease up, his hand comes around and he strokes my clit. It sends me back into the spasms of pleasure.
“Arsen! Arsen!”
His dick jerks hard and he groans then says between clenched teeth, “This is it!”
Heat fills me and sends me deeper into the climax. I find myself screaming with the intensity of it. Before it ends all the way, he pushes my body to the bed and pulls out of me then turns me over and climbs on top of me.
Back inside of me he goes and starts pumping again. I am shocked as it seems he has more to give me. His mouth crashes down on mine as he makes hard and swift thrusts.
He moves his kiss from my mouth to my neck where he says, “I can’t get enough of you, Baby.”
His teeth clamp down on my neck, making another red mark and taking my mind away from wondering what the hell has gotten into my husband all of a sudden.
Arsen’s body is hot and wet all over me and it has me in a frantic state. My hands run all over his muscled back as he pounds into me. A loud groan comes out of him and his cock jerks hard inside me.
My body responds by going into another orgasm and I join him in the groan. He stays inside me as my body squeezes him and takes every last drop he has to give.
And just like that, it pops into my head that I forgot to start taking my birth control pills when I switched to a new package two weeks ago.
“Fuck!”
Arsen pulls his head back to look at me. “What does that mean?”
I close my eyes and pray for a second before I answer him, “It means your wife is an idiot.”
“No, she’s not,” he says with a chuckle. “My wife is rather intelligent.”
I roll my eyes as he continues to hold me tight and looks down at me. His hair hanging in damp strands around his handsome face. I run my hand over one stray lock that hangs in front of his eyes.
“Your wife has been off birth control for two weeks and just now remembered it. See, you did marry an idiot.”
A smile moves over his face and his lips touch mine.
“Let’s have another baby, Steele.”
“What?” My eyes search his. “Trace is only two and Brady only two years older than her. It’s like stair-step kids. I wanted to wait until Trace was four, Arsen.”
“Looks like someone else might have other plans.” He kisses me again. “Let’s do it, Baby. Let’s try for another. I’m game if you are.”
“You probably just got me pregnant right now,” I say as I look up at him.
“Well, I’m not about to stop trying. Just so you know.” His mouth moves to my neck and his tongue runs up it.
“You cannot possibly be ready to go another round.” But as the words leave my mouth, his cock jerks inside me and it seems like he is.
ARSEN
“Of course, I want a bad ass helicopter, Kip,” I tell him over the phone. “Tell Max to bring it out here and I’ll buy it from him and use it for the law firm. I’ll be a hero at work with a helicopter at our disposal.”
“He’s going to be happy you bought it,” Kip says. “Max has found a new one with bells and whistles galore and is dying to get it, but Lexi told him he had to sell the one he has first.”
“Who wears the pants around their house?” I ask with a laugh.
We all know who wears the pants in all our homes.
“Speaking of that. Shouldn’t you ask your boss if you can buy the chopper, Arsen?”
“Shit! Steele wasn’t real happy with me learning how to fly or getting my pilot’s license. You might be right. But tell Max I’ll let him know by tonight. I think I can get her to see things my way.”
“The jewelry store opens at ten this morning, Mate,” he tells me.
“I have them on speed dial,” I say with a laugh. “After forgetting to look before I pulled out of the drive-way last week, I ran over Steele’s bike and had to get her a diamond bracelet and a new bike to make up for my carelessness.”
Kip’s hearty laugh comes over my phone and we exchange goodbyes and I go to get my car keys.
My love, steps around the corner with a frown on her beautiful face. “I heard that.”
I freeze. “Which part?”
“The most important part.” Her hands move to her narrow hips.
The stance. This is not good.
“Oh, that part.” I move towards her and run my arms around her, backing her up against the wall. “I love you.”
“I love you too. Hence, why I don’t like the idea of you up in the sky with so little to protect your awesome body.” Her hands go around my neck.
“Aw, how sweet you are.” I kiss her neck. “But you have nothing to worry about.”
“Good, so it’s settled then. You aren’t getting Max’s old helicopter.” Her lips touch my neck.
“No, it’s not quite settled.” I nip her ear and lick the flesh just behind it.
Her body melts into mine like it always does. I press her harder against the wall. My cock is hard so I grind into her soft core.
Her words come out quiet and she’s already somewhat breathless. “Arsen, I’m serious, Baby.” Her lips travel up my neck, sending heat right through me.
“Me, too, Baby. I really, really want it.” I graze my teeth down the side of her neck then look at her with my puppy dog eyes. “Really badly, Baby.”
She looks at me with a tiny bit of dilemma in her blue eyes. I run one hand through her hair then press my lips to hers. Her lips part and let me in. Our tongues twirl around together in a lazy dance.
My hands tangle up in her hair. I deepen the kiss. It’s only been a couple of days since we started actively trying for another baby and I think this is a good op
portunity to get a little baby making time in and maybe get myself a chopper while I’m at it.
Two birds, one stone!
I pick her up and carry her to our bedroom while I kiss her. The kids are at their swimming lesson with Kip’s wife, Peyton. The house is empty and we’re all alone.
Lying her on the bed. I release her lips and stand up. I unbutton my shirt and slip it off then pull hers off. Her pink, lacey bra beckons me to run my fingers over it and I do.
Her chest rises as she takes in a deep breath. I reach around her and unclasp it, setting them free. I gaze at her plump, perky tits and run my fingers down her stomach to the button on her shorts.
Popping them open and taking the zipper down slow and easy, I pull them off. Leaving her matching pink panties on for the moment.
I take off the rest of my clothes while she watches me. She reaches out as I climb onto the bed and runs her hand over my abs and looks at them.
With a sigh, she says, “I really, really love your muscles.”
I smile at her and move my body down hers then take her panties off and run my hands all over her, starting at her perfect pink toes. I kiss the top of her right foot. “Do you remember how crazy it made you how over protective I was with you when we first met?”
She nods.
“And when we first had Brady. You were also uber-overprotective. It took you nearly a year to realize he wasn’t quite as fragile as you thought he was.”
I smile at her and pull her right leg up and trail my tongue over her calf, then say, “I know, I was so afraid of losing you both in the beginning.”
Steele laughs a little. “Yeah, it made you a little crazy.”
I nod and run my hand behind her knee, pulling it up and placing her foot on the bed. “It did.”
Moving back, I kiss the top of her left foot and take it in my hand, running it up the back of her leg. She smiles at me. “But I’m not being overprotective of you by telling you I think helicopters are dangerous. And I didn’t like you up in them when you were learning to fly so what makes you think I want to live with you being able to hop into one whenever you feel like it?”
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