I kissed him quickly. “I can live with that.”
He grinned and after helping me into bed, he held me close and whispered to our baby until I fell asleep.
Payton
“I got it,” Lily called out after the doorbell pealed.
“I will get it,” Hawk growled.
“Dad!”
“Baby girl, get your ass away from that door.”
“It’s Maverick.”
“And I’m gonna answer it.”
I rolled my eyes. Lily was almost seventeen and had been in love with Maverick Quinn since she was five (and he with her), but Hawk had a rule (one of many), and that was that he answered the door after six p.m. No exceptions.
“Ohmigod,” she said with a groan.
“Go help your mom in the kitchen.”
The doorbell pealed again, and Lily and Hawk argued for a few more seconds before my girl stomped into the kitchen. “I think Dad’s on his period.”
I chuckled. “He just wants a couple of minutes with Maverick.”
“Well, that sounds ominous.”
I handed her a knife and nodded to the veggies. “Chop.”
“I don’t think you should be handing me a knife, Mom. My man isn’t in front of me in one piece yet, and Dad’s the reason he isn’t.”
Our heads turned at the sound of Maverick and Hawk laughing, so I once again nodded to the veggies. “I think you’re good.”
She sighed, but started to chop just as her brothers walked in. Hunter snagged a piece of carrot from Lily’s pile and popped it into his mouth.
“Why’s Dad grillin’ Mav?” Case asked.
Case wasn’t really Case. He was Lincoln, but when he was little, he was extremely bossy and was always getting on everyone’s case, so we’d called him “Case,” and it had stuck. Now, no one ever called him Lincoln, and it kind of made me sad at times, but it was what it was.
Lily set the knife down. “He’s grilling him?”
Before Lily could slide off her barstool, Hawk and Maverick walked in and Maverick seemed perfectly fine.
“Hey, Lil,” Maverick said, kissing her cheek. I noticed he kept PDAs to a minimum when everyone was around. That would be Cassidy’s influence, because our men had no problem showing us how much they adored us... in public or private... and whenever the hell they wanted.
She beamed up at him. “Hi.”
“You ready?” he asked.
“Yep.”
“Did you drop everything off at the compound?” I asked Maverick.
“Yeah,” he said. “Prez wasn’t expectin’ so many toys. They’re planning on using one of the bunk rooms to store everything, but for now, it’s all safe in the truck.”
“That’s great,” I said. “Maisie said we have twice as many donations as last year.”
“Three times,” Maverick countered. “As of tonight.”
“Even better.”
“We also got Hatch’s present hauled and hidden,” Maverick said.
“What is it?” Lily asked.
“Secret,” he said, but I had a feeling she’d get it out of him later.
I grinned, rinsing potatoes in the sink. I knew what it was, but Maisie had sworn me to secrecy, and telling any of my kids would not be a good way to keep that promise.
“We better go,” Maverick said.
I set the spud in the bowl and faced them. “You guys have fun tonight.”
“You drive like you’re old and careful,” Hawk said to Maverick.
Maverick smiled, wrapping his arm around Lily. “Precious cargo, Hawk. Not lettin’ anything happen to her.”
“Okay, honey, I think you can release the tether, huh?” I challenged.
Hawk nodded. “You guys have fun.”
In pure Lily fashion, she got the hell out of the house before her father could change his mind, and I grinned at him, kissing him quickly before ordering Hunter to take over Lily’s chopping.
“Case, I’m gonna have you peel,” I said.
“It’s all good.” Case shoved his face in the fridge and grabbed a rootbeer. “Want one, Hunt?”
“Nah, I’m good, thanks.”
Case opened his pop and grabbed a peeler while I headed to the stove. My man closed the distance between us and wrapped his arms around me from behind, kissing my neck and whispering, “You wearin’ anything under that?”
I shook my head and shivered, leaning back against him. I was wearing a long skirt (sans panties, which my man loved), and a V-neck T-shirt.
“You wet?” he asked, for my ears only.
I nodded. He did shit like this to me all the time. It didn’t matter who was around, he’d get me so fucking hot, I’d nearly implode on the spot. How he did it without anyone else hearing, I had no idea... but he was the master.
“Gonna take care of that in a minute, baby,” he promised.
I swallowed and closed my eyes in anticipation. “I’d appreciate that, handsome.”
He patted my hips and turned away from me, chatting with our kids like it was any normal day, while I stood at the stove and squeezed my thighs together.
Once our kids were done with their food prep, they decided to head up to the game room for a bit.
“Dinner in an hour,” I called as they ran upstairs.
I heard their favorite video game start and Hawk bellowed, “Door.”
The house grew quiet again and I wasn’t surprised to find Hawk directly behind me. “Brace, Pay.”
I leaned against the island and braced as he lifted my skirt from behind and slid his hand between my legs. “Spread.”
I spread. “Alex, the boys—”
“Are busy.” Two fingers slipped inside of me. “Soaked, baby.”
I licked my lips and nodded.
“Spread more.”
I did and was rewarded by his hand slapping against my pussy.
“Alex,” I breathed out.
Before I could say anything else, my skirt was dropped, but Hawk stayed behind me.
“Mom?” Case called.
Ohmigod, how the fuck my husband knew we were going to be interrupted boggled my mind.
“Yeah, bud?”
“Oh, wait, never mind!” he called again. “Found it.”
Hawk’s hand slid between my legs again and he leaned close. “Payton, you’re closed up. Fuckin’ spread those legs.”
I did as he ordered, my body primed for him. I heard his zipper open, then his dick was inside me and I was biting the inside of my cheek to keep from crying out.
“Not a sound,” he rasped as he slammed into me from behind.
My nipples were hard enough to cut glass, but I knew he’d do nothing to relieve that pressure. This was his way. His torture. His glorious, glorious torture.
He’d fuck me in public, then make love to me in private later, but I’d have to wait for him to take his time. This was our foreplay and it was exciting as hell.
“Come,” he whispered, and I did. Ohmigod, how I did.
He rezipped his jeans, and got a kitchen towel wet before slipping it between my legs and cleaning me up. After slapping my ass, he threw the towel in the laundry room which was right off the kitchen.
“Can’t wait to fuck your tits later,” he said, kissing me deeply. He tugged one of my bra cups down and rolled a nipple between his fingers before righting my clothing with a grin. “Gonna fuck them hard.”
I stroked his beard. “Can’t wait, handsome.”
“Can’t huh?”
“Not happily, no.”
He chuckled, raising my skirt, this time from the front, and slipping his hand between my legs again. “You need a little more relief?”
I nodded as I swallowed. “Please.”
His thumb went straight to my clit, while three fingers pushed inside of me. I gripped his shoulders for balance and leaned into his hand. Hawk wrapped his free arm around my waist to anchor me to him as his fingers fucked me ’til I exploded.
In the middle of our kitchen.
I
t was awesome.
“I’m gonna let you feel that for a bit,” Hawk said, kissing me again as he ran his hand through my wetness. “I’ll lick you clean later.”
I squeezed my legs closed. “Ohmigod, Alex. You’re impossible.”
He chuckled. “Just gave you two orgasms in the middle of the kitchen. I’m pretty sure I could fuck with your tits right now and give you another one, so impossible isn’t the word that comes to mind, but okay, baby. Impossible it is.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Love you,” he whispered, kissing me again.
“Love you too,” I rasped, leaning close. “Are you feeling better about Maverick and Lily officially dating?”
“No.”
“Honey, he adores her. You know he’ll take care of her.”
“She’s my baby girl, Pay. I get it, but you’re gonna need to give me a little while to get used to it.”
I didn’t point out that they’d been inseparable for a very long time and that this stage in their relationship was inevitable. If Maverick was anything like his father, he’d already made Lily his in every way imaginable. I was actually okay with that, because I knew he was hers and had been forever.
“I can give you that, Alex.”
Hawk wrapped his arms around me and held me for a few precious moments, then we went about finishing dinner.
Cassidy
I arrived home before my family, so I dumped my dance bag in the laundry room and headed to my shower. Ace and the kids were at the compound decorating, blissfully giving me a night off. Considering I’d been there all week, I was wiped. On top of the party plans, I still had my normal schedule of dance classes, although, today was my last one for the season, so I had the next three weeks off.
As the water flowed over me, easing the pain in my muscles, I did a mental checklist of everything we still needed to do. I had been doing this every night for a week and I was grumpy. I shouldn’t be. I loved every second, but I’d barely seen my husband, and I missed him.
“I love it when you’re all wet.”
I let out a squeal as I jumped, spinning to glare at my man through the fogged-up glass. “Carter!”
He chuckled. “Did I scare you, baby?”
“I swear to God, you are not funny.”
“You swear to God I’m not funny?” he murmured as he stripped. “Can you do that? I mean, is that a thing?”
I pushed my wet hair away from my face and shook my head. “You’re—”
“Not funny,” he finished. “I know.”
Sliding the door open, he stepped inside, and my heart raced at his beauty. God, I could not get enough of looking at him. Or touching him. He was tall and built, all sinew and muscle like he’d been formed from granite. Despite being in love and together for as long as I could remember it seemed, this man still brought me to my knees.
Like now.
Wrapping my hand around his already rock-hard cock, I licked the tip, then ran my tongue up the base. “God, I’ve missed you.”
He chuckled, his hand going to my head. “Apparently.”
I looked up at him. “Are you going to let me finish?”
“Really want my cock inside your cunt, so probably not.” He stroked my cheek. “But if you want me to lead you to believe otherwise for a minute, I’ll do it.”
I sighed and rose to my feet, sliding my hands up his chest. “How long do we have?”
“All night. Dropped the truck off at the compound, hid Hatch’s gift from Maisie, Tillie’s at Knight’s, Liam’s at Booker’s, and Maverick’s out with Lily.”
I let out a quiet squeak and wrapped my arms around him. “Sixteen.”
“Sixteen?”
“Orgasms. I want. I need.”
He dropped his head back and laughed before cupping my cheeks and kissing me gently. “Challenge accepted.”
Lifting me so I could wrap my legs around his waist, he guided himself inside of me, then anchored me to the shower wall.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he rasped, rolling a nipple between his fingers.
“As soon as you said we had all night, it was a flood.”
He growled, kissing me deeply and slamming into me as his tongue slid against mine. Even though I no longer danced for a professional company, ballet was still my life and I taught multiple times a week. This made me strong.
This fact made my man crazy, and it made him crazy because he could pretty much put me wherever he wanted me, and my body was limber enough to comply.
Ace was tall... I was small. It was a perfect match, and every time we made love, he worshiped me. Honestly, he worshiped me even when we weren’t naked, and I adored him.
Keeping me tight to his body, he flipped off the water and gingerly carried me out of the bathroom and settled me on our mattress.
“Our sheets’ll be soaked,” I objected.
“Don’t give a fuck,” he said, and lifted my hips so he could bury himself deeper.
“That’s because you don’t have to sleep in the wet—oh!” I lost all coherent thought when he shifted, and his cock hit the spot. “Ace.”
“What were you sayin’?”
“Nothing. I was saying nothing,” I panted out.
He hovered above me, then set one hand on the bed beside me and slid one to my clit, pressing his finger against it as he pushed inside of me again. “Still nothin’?”
I gripped his arm and lifted my hips. “Harder.”
He stood up again and grinned down at me. “Legs up, baby.”
I slid my legs from around his waist and anchored my ankles to his shoulders, and he pulled my body even closer to his.
Carter slammed into me once, holding my thighs steady and then he began to move, surging in and out of me faster and faster. I screamed his name as I came around him, but he wasn’t done, and he ran a finger over my clit, building me up again.
“Grab your tits, baby.”
I kneaded my breasts, rolling the nipples between my fingers and panting as another orgasm built.
“I’m close,” I rasped.
“Come, baby,” he demanded, and I exploded again.
I didn’t have time to revel in the afterglow, as I was flipped onto my stomach and my ass was pulled up into the air. Carter’s hand whispered over my back, then he settled his palm on my hip and leaned over me slightly. “That’s two.”
I shivered. My man was nothing if he wasn’t a keeper of his word. And when he said he’d give me sixteen orgasms, he wouldn’t stop until he gave me sixteen orgasms.
Sliding into me again, slowly, tortuously, he gripped my hips and pulled me back against him, but he didn’t move. I wiggled in frustration, earning me a slap on my right butt cheek. “Carter,” I growled.
“You’re always in such a rush, Cass,” he accused, burying himself deeper. “We’ve got all night.”
“But I don’t want to wait all night. I want all sixteen right now!”
He chuckled, sliding his hand between my legs. “Okay, baby. I’ve got you, but you better brace.”
I braced and was rewarded with him slamming into me from behind as he worked my clit with his hand and I nearly fell over as an orgasm ripped through me faster than I anticipated. Carter wasn’t far behind and we fell onto the mattress and he held me close as we caught our breath.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” I said, rolling to face him.
He chuckled, pushing my hair gently from my face, then stroking my cheek. “Do you know how much I love you?”
I turned my head so I could kiss his palm. “Yes. Because I love you just as much.”
He grinned, tugging my head forward to kiss him... just as his phone buzzed on the nightstand.
“No, no, no, no!” I ground out, reaching for his arm. “Do not answer that.”
He ignored me. “Ace,” he said, then sat up. “What the fuck?”
“No, not what the fuck!” I snapped, covering my face with my hands. “What the fuck is never good for me. What the fuck is
interrupting the actual fuck.”
“When? Yeah? What did the cameras pick up? What do you mean, nothing?” He shot off the bed and headed into the bathroom. “Then you better call Booker and find out why that camera isn’t workin’. God damn it, Flea, rally the fuckin’ troops, whatever, but we have to find that truck. Just keep Hatch out of it for the moment. He finds his surprise from Maisie, she’ll kill us.”
I sat up. Shit, this is bad.
Ace walked back into the bedroom, jeans on and I shook my head. “Really?”
“Gotta go, baby. Someone stole the truck.”
I gasped. “The Christmas truck?”
“No, the garbage truck.”
“Oh, don’t you dare give me that tone. It could have been one of the tow trucks or something.”
He sighed, dragging on a T-shirt. “Sorry, baby. Just a little pissed right now, but not at you.”
I crawled to the edge of the bed and reached for him. “Can’t someone else take care of it? You need a night off.”
He slid his hands to my neck and stroked my pulse. “No one’s gettin’ a night off tonight, Cass. We have to find that truck or we won’t have a party on Saturday.”
“Who would steal a truck filled with kids’ Christmas gifts?”
“An asshole, obviously,” he said. “But the fucker messed with the wrong people.”
I gripped his shirt. “Yes, he did, but please don’t kill him... or them... or whomever. I really don’t want you in jail on Christmas.”
He smiled, kissing me gently. “We’ll be careful.”
Then he was gone. I groaned and fell back on the bed... straight into the wet spot. “Damn it!”
Since I had nothing better to do, I stripped the bed and grabbed dry sheets.
* * *
Ace
I hated leavin’ Cassidy in our bed, especially when she was naked and frustrated, but if we didn’t find the missing Christmas truck, there’d be no presents for some very deserving kids.
Walking into the compound, I found Booker in his office, his fingers flying over the keyboard, and I deduced he was doin’ his voodoo computer thing. “You find anything?”
Booker glanced up and shook his head. “We have several iPads inside and I’m tryin’ to activate the finders app. Just gotta find one that’s on.”
I glanced down at the list. There were more than “several” on it, so I knew this was gonna take a while.
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