Everything I Want

by MacMillan, Jerica

  “I think it’s just an excuse to hang out without us.”

  Danny chuckles. “You’re probably right. Ava’s tired and uncomfortable, and I know she’s more than ready to not be pregnant.”

  “Not too much longer, though, right?” Her due date is in a couple of weeks, but from what Sam tells me, that doesn’t mean a whole heck of a lot. It’s not like babies know the date and pop out on schedule. Nor does she like it when I refer to babies as popping out, because that makes it sound too easy.

  “Yeah. Two weeks till her official due date. So pretty much anytime. We’d all be okay with sooner, but we’re not going to rush anything.”

  I nod sagely, but I’m saved from trying to say something smart about a subject I have zero experience with by the kids loudly announcing they’re done. “Wipe, Daddy! Wipe hands!” yells Maddie.

  “Me too! Me too!” echoes Eli.

  Danny and I both get up to clean the smears of chocolate and scattered crumbs before releasing the children to Maddie’s room so they can play with her overflowing bins of toys and stuffies.

  We camp in front of the TV and watch a baseball game, the volume down low enough that we can listen to make sure the kids are still getting along, drinking a few beers and passing a relaxing afternoon.

  Samantha

  After three hours of drinking mimosas and stuffing myself with crepes and bacon and cupcakes, I stumble back to Aaron’s apartment. I mean my apartment. Our apartment.

  Whatever.

  It’s in the same building as Danny and Ava’s apartment, but up two floors and down a long hall.

  We’ve been here almost a month, and it still doesn’t feel like home. But then, having been a nomad for over two months means that nowhere really feels like home. And I keep expecting to have to pack up and leave again any time now.

  Not yet, though. Not for another six weeks or so. Cataclysm rescheduled some of the shows they were supposed to play right after this break after Ava got pregnant, fitting those cities in at a later date, so this break can be long enough for Ava to have the baby and have some time to recover before Danny has to go back on tour.

  Ava’s expecting to come too, but I think she’s crazy. I mean eventually, sure. But less than two months after having a baby? Maybe more like one, depending on how soon said baby is actually born?

  Crazypants. No two ways about it.

  But maybe she’ll recover quickly and easily and her baby will slip out of her body with minimal effort or after effects. Rumor has it that some women have such easy births. Nothing like the hours and hours of labor I had with Maddie.

  Aaron’s hinted at maybe giving Maddie a little brother or sister, but …

  He doesn’t know how rough those early days are. And neither does Ava. Or Danny, for that matter. He was there for Eli’s birth, but he was on tour when Eli was a little baby and Danny’s parents took care of him.

  Oh well, not my problem. They’ll figure it out soon enough. And while I’ve become friends with Ava—Kendra too, though not so much Blaire. I mean we’re friendly, but not friends per se. She seems to keep to herself quite a bit these days, which isn’t really like her from the comments Kendra’s made. I can’t help but feeling a little responsible, though I don’t know what I could’ve done differently. At least not where she’s concerned. Anyway, I consider Ava a friend, but I try not to burden her with too many I know better than you because I’m a mom types of conversations. Everyone’s experience is different, and maybe she won’t throw half her ideas out the window once the baby’s here like I did.

  The door to my apartment—yes, my apartment, ha—opens, bringing my attention to the fact that I’ve arrived at my destination. Aaron stands in the doorway, a half smile on his sexy scruffy face as he looks me up and down.

  A big smile breaking over my face, I throw my arms around him and push up on my toes to reach his lips with mine. “I love you.”

  Chuckling, he slides his arms around my back, his hands cupping my ass, and kisses me back. “I love you too. Had a few drink?”

  “Mmm,” I agree without paying much attention to the question. I want more than the chaste peck he gave me, though, and I seek out his mouth for more, but he evades me, another of his chuckles sliding down my spine to add to the pool of warmth gathering low in my belly.

  “I want you right now,” I murmur against his jaw since he still has his face turned so I can’t reach his lips.

  “Aaaand I think that’s our cue to leave.”

  The loud voice from behind Aaron surprises me so much that I try to stumble backward, but Aaron’s grip on me keeps me from going anywhere or falling on my ass. Which is likely what would’ve happened if his arms weren’t around me.

  Danny’s hand lands on Aaron’s shoulder and pulls him—and also me—into the apartment and out of the doorway. “Want me to take Maddie for a little while too? I know it’s been a while for you.”

  Brows drawn together, I look between Danny and Aaron. “It hasn’t been that long,” I blurt, and then I clap a hand over my mouth, my face heating, because while I might be friends with Ava, I’m certainly not friendly enough with Danny to discuss my sex life with him. But as Aaron pointed out, I did have more to drink than I normally do. And that always makes me more chatty than I would be otherwise.

  Danny laughs. “No wonder you were so irritated about those books,” he says to Aaron. “You obviously aren’t as hard up as I thought. I’ll just leave Maddie here, then.”

  “No! No! Come with you! Come with you, Uncle Danny!” Maddie yells from behind Danny, clinging to Eli’s hand.

  “Want Maddie come too,” Eli declares.

  Aaron looks down at me, his eyebrows arched in question. Before I can answer, he does. “I think Maddie spending time with Uncle Danny is a great idea.” His gray eyes glitter, his eyelids already growing heavy. It’s no surprise, though, because I can feel him hardening against my belly.

  With another laugh, Danny says, “Alright. Come on, kids. Let’s go see what presents we got for the new baby.”

  The kids clap their hands at the prospect of presents, not quite realizing that they don’t get the presents.

  Aaron releases me long enough for me to give a hug and a kiss to Maddie, and a minute or two later, they’re gone, and Aaron and I are left staring at each other in the small entryway.

  “You had fun?”

  I nod. “You? And what was that about books?”

  With a bark of laughter, Aaron reaches for my hand and leads me to the bedroom. I can get on board with this direction, and for a second I forget that I asked him a question. But he drops my hand and reaches for two slim books from on top of his dresser, passing them to me.

  My brows drawn together, I take the picture books, not quite sure why he has them in here until I read the titles. And then I bust out laughing. Moving to the bed, I sink onto it and open the first one. Aaron perches next to me, looking at the pictures as I read them aloud, and we howl with laughter at both of them.

  “Oh my god,” I say, wiping tears from my eyes. “These are awesome.”

  Aaron plucks the book from my hands, and sets it and the other one back on his dresser, still chuckling as well. “They are. But we have to hide them from Maddie and convince her she never saw them. I opened them in front of her and she wanted me to read them to her. Right then.”

  His voice is prim and edged with irritation. I try to maintain a straight face because he’s so obviously annoyed, but I can’t keep it for long. I crack up, falling back on the bed, my hands covering my face in a futile attempt to hide my laughter.

  “You think that’s funny, huh?” Aaron’s voice is close, deep, and sexy enough to silence my laughter and make me pull my hands from my face. And he’s there, sitting over me, a glint in his eyes and a smirk pulling at his lips. “You want to read those to her?”

  I shake my head. “No. Not even a little.” Another giggle bursts from my tightly closed lips. I roll them between my teeth in an effort to stifle i
t, which only makes me giggle more.

  Aaron stretches out beside me, his eyelids heavy as he stares at my mouth. “What’s so funny?”

  The question is a dare and a promise. It doesn’t even matter what my answer is, because the end result is a foregone conclusion. That’s why Danny took Maddie. And maybe later I’ll be embarrassed that he knows so much about our sex life, right now I’m too horny to care.

  Rather than answer, I reach for Aaron, my hand sliding behind his neck to pull his face to mine.

  He follows my lead, not pulling away this time, instead opening for me, sucking on my tongue, before taking over the kiss, moving over me to press me flat on the bed, his hips settling in the cradle of my thighs. He rocks against me, and we let out twin moans of pleasure at the wonderful-but-nowhere-near-enough friction.

  “God, I hate clothes,” I whisper as his mouth leaves mine to blaze a trail down my throat, over my collarbone, and down to my cleavage peeping over the top of my neckline.

  “Mmm,” he agrees, nuzzling the top of my breast, his fingers pulling my neckline down so he can get to more skin. His hum is soon followed by a grunt of annoyance. “You have on too many clothes,” he complains.

  With another giggle—a sure sign that I’m tipsy, because I only giggle when I’ve had alcohol—I push on his shoulders to encourage him to sit up. Once he’s back on his knees, I lever myself up and whip off my shirt, my bra following it seconds later.

  Almost defiantly, I lean back on my hands, thrusting my chest up, and lift my chin in challenge. “You gonna catch up?”

  Aaron

  The defiant gleam in Sam’s eyes combined with the tight peaks of her tits thrust up in my face has me painfully hard, the waistband of my jeans strangling the head of my dick.

  “You bet your ass I am,” I growl at her, shedding my clothes as quickly as humanly possible. All of them. And then I crawl back over her, a predator going in for the kill.

  Pausing to suck her nipples—because who am I to deny such an obvious request?—I settle myself between her thighs, my dick settling against the soft fabric of her leggings. Not quite as pleasant as her naked pussy, but not the worst sensation in the world. “Who needs to catch up now?”

  Her response is to drop all the way back on the bed and pant, because I’m still tonguing her sweet nipples, nipping at the tops of her breasts before moving to cover her mouth with mine. Her tongue surges against mine, her hips lifting to rub against me, one of her legs hooking over my hip. And leaving her pants on seems to have been a miscalculation on my part, because I want to sink inside her.

  Right. Fucking. Now.

  You’d think after months together we wouldn’t be so desperate for each other, but if anything, time together has only stoked my need for her even more. Add in the fact that unrestricted sexy time where we don’t have to worry about the possibility of a little voice interrupting us is a rare treat, and as much as I want to savor Sam, more than that I want to bury myself in her wet heat and lose my mind.

  From the sounds she’s making, the whimpers and sighs I swallow, she feels the same way.

  I tear myself away, hook my fingers in the waistband of her leggings, and peel them off. Then I reach for a condom from the bedside table, stroking myself with my free hand when I look up to see her staring at me and licking her lips.

  Tossing the condom packet on the bed next to her, I edge closer on my knees. “That baby shower make you want another one?”

  The lust-fog clears from her eyes, and she tips her head up to look me in the face. A rueful laugh fills the room as she shakes her head. “We barely get time together as it is. You think adding a brand new baby to the mix will make that any easier?”

  I shrug, noncommittal. No, I don’t. But the part of me that still hates how much I missed with Maddie wants that chance again. She has to be on board for that to happen, though. And I’d like Maddie’s hypothetical younger sibling to be planned, just so it’s easier on all of us.

  “Better suit me up, then,” I rasp, nodding to the condom packet.

  Sam’s eyes flare, but she doesn’t object. Tearing open the package, she retrieves the ring of latex. A groan slips from my lips as she takes her sweet time rolling it down my shaft, her fingers stroking and squeezing on the way back up.

  I pull away before she can torture me any more, moving back between her legs, grabbing her thighs, and yanking so she falls back on the bed. She lets out another soft laugh at the maneuver, but when I place her calf on my shoulder and line myself up with her opening, the laugh turns into a gasp.

  Slowly, slowly, I edge my way inside. We’re both breathing hard by the time my hips are flush with hers.

  I pull back slowly, and she lets out an “Oh!” of surprise and pleasure when I drive in hard. Using her leg for leverage, I angle her body so I can hit her in just the right place to get her to make that sound again. And again. And again.

  Soon she plants her other foot on the bed, meeting my thrusts, trying to change the pace, encourage me to move faster. But I don’t. Not yet. Not till she’s desperate, begging me for more, harder, faster, more, please, please, please.

  And with such a sweet plea, I’d be a bastard to hold off any longer. Because as much as I want to chase my own pleasure, more than that I want to give it to her. I always want to give her everything.

  Because even if she doesn’t every change her mind about having another baby, she’s already given me everything.

  And I’ll be happy forever as long as she’s with me.