by Nichole Rose
"How much did you hear?" she asks, nuzzling her face into my throat.
"Enough to know he tried to talk you into giving me whatever bad news he has to deliver," I murmur, sliding my hand down her back to grip her ass through her skirt. I love this ass. If I could frame photos of it and hang it on the wall to stare at all day, I'd do it.
"Killian," she says. I think she means it to be a chastisement, but her breathy tone makes it sound more like a plea.
"I'm just massaging it, baby girl," I lie, kneading her plump cheeks.
She presses up against me, and my dick nestles against her stomach. He's hard as a rock. Usually is when she's in the general vicinity. It's been that way since day one with her.
"Just massaging it, huh?" she says when she feels my erection.
"Yeah…goddamn, Liberty," I growl, caught off guard as she slips a hand between us to squeeze me through my pants.
She chuckles and quickly unzips me before slipping one hand inside my pants.
"Fuck." My head kicks back, my eyes threatening to roll closed at the feel of her soft hand on my bare cock. She's not afraid of taking what she wants from me, which I fucking love. We've had sex in this office so much over the years, I'm surprised we haven't been caught. Huh. Maybe we have. Everyone calls before they drop in. Maybe there's a reason for that and I just never considered it before now.
"You didn't get enough this morning?" she asks, jerking me off with one hand. She knows exactly how to touch me, how hard I like it. Swear to God, she can make me come faster than I can stop her sometimes. I've always had stamina, but this woman…fuck, the way she makes me feel is unlike anything I've ever experienced.
"When have I ever gotten enough of you?"
"Good point," she says, biting that plump bottom lip.
I go to yank her skirt up, eager to get inside her, but she stops me with a shake of her head. I barely fight back the groan threatening to escape when she slips her hand out of my pants. Before I can protest, she grabs onto my shirt, pulling me across the office to my desk.
"Sit," she orders me.
I grin, more than willing to give her what she wants. Nothing makes my dick harder than when my wife gets bossy in the bedroom. Most of the time, she's more than happy to let me do whatever I want with her. I'm rough and dirty and she loves every second of it. But every once in a while, she takes charge and completely blows my mind. I live for it.
"You want to play, baby girl?" I ask, dropping down into my chair.
"I want you in my mouth," she says, yanking at my button to undo it. As soon as it slips free, she delves her hand inside to pull my cock out. The head is already wet with precum. Liberty locks her eyes on it and licks her lips. She drops to her knees in front of me.
"Christ," I growl, widening my legs to give her room to work. "Seeing you on your knees, ready to suck me off is one of my favorite views."
"Yeah?" She leans forward. Her tongue swirls around the broad head, licking up my come. A decadent moan rolls from her lips, as if I'm the best thing she's ever tasted. "Seeing you unravel for me is one of mine."
"You going to let me fuck you when you're done playing?" I ask, gripping onto the arms of my chair as if that's going to keep me from thrusting into her hot little mouth like a beast. It isn't. As soon as she wraps her lips around me, my hips leave the chair. The move is automatic, instinctive. Her mouth is perfection. Her tongue is wicked. And I'm a greedy son of a bitch, never satisfied with just a little taste of pleasure. When it comes to Liberty, I always want more.
"Maybe," she hums, running her tongue along the underside of my shaft. She teases the tip of it against my frenulum, sending my body temperature skyrocketing.
"Shit, Liberty," I curse, rocking forward again. The leather and plastic groan beneath my hands as lust soars through me and my grip tightens. "That feels so fucking good."
She hums and then does it again before plunging down on my cock. I hit the back of her throat, which tightens around me. That shouldn't turn me on as much as it does, but I love when she's so full of me she chokes. So does she.
Her eyes darken, falling to half-mast. She runs her free hand up my thigh, using the other to jerk me off into her mouth as she bobs up and down on my dick. She pushes to take more of me and gags again. Her eyes narrow slightly. Even after five years, she still can't take all of me. It doesn't stop her from trying.
I wrap my fist around her hair, holding it back so I can watch her. I don't know how it's possible for someone to look so goddamn beautiful sucking cock, but she manages it with ease. She's always been beautiful, don't get me wrong. But since she found her place in the world, her confidence has grown. So has that innate beauty. She's a complete knockout. Even on her knees with my dick in her mouth. Especially on her knees with my dick in her mouth.
"Fuck!" I growl, my hips coming up out of the chair when she delves her free hand into my pants to cup my balls. Just that quick, I completely lose the ability to think. My hand in her hair tightens and I thrust into her mouth.
Her eyes light up, letting me know this is exactly what she was after.
"You want me coming down your throat, Liberty?" I growl, pumping my hips. She meets every thrust eagerly, running her tongue all over my shaft. Her saliva slicks it up, letting me glide in and out of her mouth.
She bobs her head in a nod.
Ah, hell.
"You going to let me get you pregnant again tonight?" Now that Toby is three, I'm dying to give her another baby. She always says she's happy with our two, but I know she wants a little girl. I see it in her eyes every time she holds our nieces.
Her pupils dilate, her eyes growing wide.
"I want another one. Bad, baby girl. You going to let me have what I want?"
She bobs her head again.
"Fuck!" I shout, grasping onto the chair with my free hand to keep it from rolling out from underneath me as I fuck her mouth hard and fast. My stomach clenches, my balls drawing up. She touches the sensitive skin right beneath my balls and I lose it, barely managing to give her a warning before I start coming.
I bite my tongue, trying to keep from roaring her name as my come spills across her lips and down her throat. She swallows every drop, moaning around me. I feel the vibration on my dick and curse as my stomach clenches. More come spills across her lips.
"Jesus. Fuck," I groan, panting.
She licks across my head, collecting the last few drops on her tongue before she releases me. I damn near come again when she licks her lips, making sure she gets it all. Her eyes meet mine, triumphant. Her face is flushed, her eyes dilated.
She's so fucking sexy. Jesus. How'd I get so lucky?
"Killian," she moans, practically writhing on her knees in front of me. "I need you."
I lean down and snatch her up out of the floor. As soon as she's on her feet, I spin her around to face my desk, already working to get her skirt up over her wide hips. I growl when I see the sheer lace of her panties.
"Killian!" she gasps when I rip them in my haste to get them off her.
"You shouldn't even wear the fucking things around me," I mutter, tucking the ruined lace inside my pocket before I slip my hand between her legs. She's soaked, her juices wetting her inner thighs. I play with her clit until she's writhing beneath me again, rising up on her toes and begging for my cock. In her heels, she's at just the right height for me to fuck her like this.
I thrust into her hard, making us both cry out. She's so fucking tight and wet. If I could spend my life buried inside her, I would. Nothing feels better than having her tight cunt wrapped around my cock, strangling it with pleasure.
"Jesus, Liberty. You're so fucking wet. You're already dripping down my balls," I mutter, caging her in against the desk. I grasp her hip with one hand, holding her still beneath me as I start to move, fucking her hard enough to make the desk rattle. An ink pen rolls off, landing in the floor. A picture of the boys lands facedown beside it.
"I know!" she cries, rocking her hips b
ack to meet each thrust. Her long hair bounces. So does her gorgeous ass.
I can't resist running my hands all over it as I fuck her over my desk. She whimpers and moans, gripping onto the edge of the desk so hard her knuckles turn white. I know what she wants. Every sound she makes, every little look she gives me, I know them all. I'm so fucking obsessed with her. All I think about is her and the boys.
I bring my hand down on her ass in a hard spank.
"Killian!" she shouts. Her inner muscles clamp down on me.
I growl and do it again, pounding into her at the same time. Despite just coming, I'm so fucking hard it hurts. How she manages to do this to me at every turn, I don't know. It shouldn't be possible to be this hard all the damn time, and yet I am. I want her endlessly. Endlessly.
When I'm not inside her, I'm thinking about getting in her. About how tight she grips me, how hot she is, and how wet she gets. How she whines my name when she's about to come all over me. Or about how crazy she gets when I play with her little asshole.
"Come for me, Liberty," I demand, spanking her again. I reach around her with my other hand, pressing my thumb against her clit. "Let me feel it, baby girl."
I jiggle my thumb against her clit, which sets her off. Her muscles clamp down on my cock so tightly, all the breath in my lungs expels in a strangled rush of pleasure. I slam into her, damn near biting my tongue off in an attempt to quiet my roar as my own orgasm crashes into me like a freight train. It tears through me, weakening my knees. I spill into her in a hot rush, pumping her full of my come, praying to any God that'll listen to get her pregnant.
"Killian," she moans, clawing at the desk and writhing like a wild thing beneath me as her orgasm rips through her. She trembles her way through it, whimpering my name like a prayer.
Whatever heaven is, there's no fucking way it's better than being inside my wife while she's coming all over me. It's simply not possible.
Her orgasm recedes and she slumps against the desk, spent. I reluctantly pull out of her before tucking myself back into my pants. Once that's done, I clean her up with some tissue, fix her skirt and then scoop her up into my arms before dropping backward into my seat. Liberty burrows into my arms, burying her face against the side of my throat. Her sweet little sigh sends a wave of emotion pulsing through me.
It's a little terrifying, loving her like I do. I worry endlessly about her, about how the boys and I would survive without her. The mere thought of losing her feels like knives shredding my insides. She's every good thing that ever happened in my life. All the fighting and killing and time spent in hellish, nightmarish places…I'd do it all again for just a moment of loving her.
We stay cuddled up just like that for several long moments, neither of us in a hurry to get back to work. Peaceful, quiet moments like these are hard to come by with two rambunctious boys at home and a whole hospital-sized facility to run here.
"Masen wants to talk to you about hiring someone to help him out around here," she mumbles into my throat a few minutes later. "He needs help keeping everything running, but he thinks you hate him and will tell him no."
"I wouldn't have a reason to dislike him if he'd stay the hell away from you," I complain, running my hands through her hair. It's so soft. There's something soothing about feeling it slipping through my fingers, even when we're talking about that fucker flirting with her. "He's always smiling at you and shit. It pisses me off."
"He smiles at everyone, Killian."
"You aren't everyone."
Her body shakes with laughter. "Killian, he's in love with Theia."
"He is?" That's news to me. Like Liberty, Theia Perry is one of the few civilians here. And like Masen, she doesn't have many tangible connections in the world. Her dad was in the military, so she's passionate about helping veterans, which is why I hired her.
She runs the daycare we have on site for kids of employees. A few of the men and women we serve have kids that come and visit before they're released from the program. She works with them too, helping to ensure the transition from military mode to parent mode is as stress-free as possible for the families. She's a couple years younger than Liberty. They became friends quickly. Our boys adore her.
"Well, I mean, I think so," Liberty says, pulling back to look at me. "He's always watching her, and he gets cranky when any of the guys talk to her. For whatever reason, he won't approach her though. Which is crazy because I'm pretty sure she's in love with him too. She gets really shy around him."
"Huh," I mutter, suddenly less annoyed with Mase. Maybe he's not trying to flirt with my wife. "I'll talk to him about hiring someone to help him out around here."
Liberty sees right through me.
"You're impossible, you know that?" she says, shaking her head and smiling at me.
"You love me."
"Yeah, I do," she says, looping her arms around my neck to kiss me. "Like crazy."
"Good because you're mine." I kiss her hard and deep before reluctantly backing off. If I don't, I'll be inside her again within the half hour, and we've both got shit to do today. She's driving herself mad working on a new program, and I have a new group coming in this afternoon.
"You really want another baby?" she asks, searching my face.
I shake my head, bemused. "How many times do I have to tell you, baby girl? You could give me fifty kids and I'd be fucking thrilled every time. Seeing you with our boys is one of the best parts of my life. You're an incredible mom." I slide my hand down to splay it across her belly, grinning at her. "And you're hot as hell when you're pregnant. I fucking love how horny you are when you're carrying my kids."
"Killian!" She swats me on the shoulder, her cheeks turning pink.
"What? It's true. You're so fucking sexy when you're desperate for my cock, Liberty. You know I get off on that shit." Which is true. When she's pregnant, she's always horny as hell. She gets wild when I get inside her. I'd keep her pregnant if I thought she'd let me do it.
"You're so ridiculous," she says again, rolling her eyes at me. She wiggles until she's able to slide off my lap. She fixes her skirt and then attempts to smooth her hair into place. It's no use though. I fucked it all up. "I need to go clean up. I'll see you in a couple of hours."
"Where do you think you're going?" I ask, snagging her around the waist before she manages to slip away from me.
"To see Theia. We're working on the program for the daycare," she reminds me.
"Hate to break it to you, but you aren't leaving this office today, baby girl."
"What?" She wriggles like she's trying to get out of my hold, but that's not happening. "Killian, I have stuff to do!"
"You aren't wearing panties, Liberty," I growl. "You aren't leaving this office without them." I may be a lot of things, but I'm not stupid. No way in hell is she wandering the halls with no panties on under that skirt.
"You…I…" She gives up and glares at me. "You did this on purpose."
I shrug, not denying it. I like having her where I can see her. It keeps all the horny motherfuckers around her away from her. And that's a good thing in my book. Besides, I can tell by the little glimmer in her eyes that she isn't really mad about it.
I climb to my feet to pull her into my arms. She huffs and then cuddles up against my chest, muttering under her breath about all the things she needs to do today. I just smile, knowing damn well she'll manage to get them all done perfectly fine sitting her pretty ass at her desk.
She's a badass like that.
Liberty
Six Years Later
"Mommy," Spencer whispers.
I lift my head to see him and Toby standing in the doorway with Caroline. My heart fills as soon as my eyes land on the two of them. They're both wide-eyed, looking at the little girl currently nestled in her daddy's arms.
"Come here, babies," I say, holding my arms out to them.
Both of the boys take off in my direction. Toby reaches me first and clambers over the hospital bed railing to snuggle in beside me.
Spencer cuddles up on my other side, throwing his little arms around me.
"We missed-ed you so much, mommy!" Toby says. He's a dramatic little boy, very emphatic about every word he says. But he lets you know exactly how he feels, which I love.
Caroline and Killian both chuckle at him.
"I missed you too, sweet boy," I murmur, hugging him and his brother as hard as I can. Being away from them for the last two nights has been hard, but I know they've been having a blast with Caroline, Jared, and their kids. My pregnancy was easy, but our daughter was a little stubborn. Labor with both of the boys was over relatively quickly. Not with Maya. She took her time making her entrance. She finally arrived a little before dawn this morning. I'm exhausted, but so happy.
"Aunt Caroline let us make cookies," Spencer informs me.
"She did, huh?" I ask, smiling. Caroline always lets them make cookies and eat too many of them. I can't complain though. I do the same thing with her babies.
"Uh-huh. With lots of sprinkles."
"We bringed you some, mommy," Toby says.
Caroline holds up a bag, smiling. "I brought you guys soup and a few other things too. I thought you might want something other than hospital food. Kennedy and Rowan dropped off a bunch of stuff at the house for you so you won't have to cook for a while."
"Thank you," I murmur, beyond grateful for them. Killian's family—our family—is large and close knit. I love them all so much. Kennedy, Caroline, and Rowan have become some of my best friends. Because of them and their spouses, my boys are surrounded by family and love and all of the things I missed so intensely after my parents died. I never have to worry what would happen to our boys if something were to happen to me and Killian. I know Killian's brother and sisters and their spouses would ensure they were loved and safe every single day. Even Killian's dad and stepmom have welcomed me and our babies with open arms into the family.
