by Nichole Rose
I figure if the walking doesn't trigger labor, the sex will. I'm due in ten days, and it looks like our baby is going to make us wait the whole time. I'm ready to meet her. Except, now I'm tired just thinking about all that walking. And I'll look ridiculous in lingerie when I'm ready to pop out a baby at any minute. And Jared is on to me, which means I'm not going anywhere.
He's extra bossy when I'm pregnant. He doesn't like to let me out of his sight for very long, especially not when I'm this far along. It makes him anxious. To be honest, I don't like being out of his sight for very long either. He's home to me, the one person in this world who always makes me feel like I can do anything or be anything. I love him just as intensely now as I did when he first stole my heart, and I know he feels the same way.
He shows me every day. Keeping our hands off of each other is so hard. By the time the kids are down for the night, we're both desperate to get lost in one another…but there hasn't been much time for that lately.
"Princess?"
"I'm not up to anything," I say, shoving my hands behind my back to hide my crossed fingers. It's only sort of a lie since I changed my mind. "Just thinking about you."
He smirks at me, shaking his head. I don't know how he keeps getting hotter, but he does. My handsome prince is so damn sexy. The little lines around his eyes and the touch of silver in his hair only make me want him more. I think half the female population feels the same way. There are so many memes out there about his ass. It's honestly kind of hysterical how many women crush on him. They treat him like a celebrity. He doesn't even notice them, though. He's always too busy looking at me, trying to make sure men are staying away from me.
"That's all, hmm?" he says.
"Uh huh. I've missed you today," I murmur, tipping my head back for more kisses.
"Yeah?"
"I always miss you when you're working."
Ever since the book he wrote for me came out a couple months ago, he's been ridiculously busy. I still can't believe he wrote our story, or that people like it as much as they do. It wasn't supposed to come out until after the baby got here, but they decided to move it up when the early reviews started coming in. It's flying off of shelves, and everyone is itching to get him into their stores to meet readers. So it's been a whirlwind of signings and talk shows and a million other things.
I try to come support him whenever I can. These days, the only alone time we get is when we're on the way to or from a signing. His sister and I decided it's best if I don't sit with him at them anymore. Last time I did, some random creeper tried to slip me his phone number. Needless to say, that did not go over well. I thought Jared was going to end up in jail.
So I hide out in the corner during his signings now. Asher or Killian has started tagging along too. Even Sebastian has popped up at a couple of them. They think they're being slick, but I know Jared has them here to keep people away from me.
Which is the other reason I had to come up with a master plan to sneak out. There's no way they're going to let me traipse across the mall without insisting on tagging along. And I am not buying lingerie with one of my brothers or my brother-in-law in tow. It's weird enough when I go shopping with their wives and we buy lingerie.
"Is that why Liberty was trying to distract me?" Jared asks.
"She was?" I blink innocent eyes at him. "Maybe she's just really excited about your new book. I heard it's getting rave reviews."
His lips twitch. "You're a terrible liar, sweet baby. What are you girls up to now?"
Shoot. I'm already bust. Might as well confess.
"I was going to walk across the mall to buy lingerie because I'm tired of not being able to see my feet and I want orgasms," I say, faceplanting into his chest. "But now I really just want to eat a pretzel and go to sleep. And my back hurts."
"Poor little princess," he says, chuckling. He rubs his hand down my back. "And Kennedy was supposed to help you sneak out while Liberty distracted me?"
"Yeah, except Asher distracted Kennedy. I didn't anticipate that." I really should have though. Kennedy tends to be easily distracted, usually by whatever is going on in her head, but also by Asher. I think all writers are built the same way because Jared does it too. Characters get to talking and he gets lost in his own world. It doesn't happen as often with him as it does with Kennedy, but every once in a while, he gets lost. Usually when he's working on something new.
"I'll make you a deal," he says.
"What deal?" I ask, groaning as he digs his fingers into the muscles in my back.
"Asher will go get you a pretzel and then take you home so you can nap, and then I'll give you orgasms when I'm done here," he says. "The kids can stay with Liberty and Killian tonight."
"They can?" I lift my head to look at him, hopeful. It's been ages since we had any time alone. I love our babies so much. But the thought of having my man all to myself for one night is all to appealing. I've missed him so much the last couple of months.
"I already asked Liberty," he murmurs, heat banked in his eyes. "I need time alone with you before I lose my mind, princess."
"Me too," I confess on a whisper. "I miss my daddy."
His expression softens. He strokes the back of his hand down my cheek. "Then get your pretzel and get some rest, princess. Daddy has plans for you tonight."
"Daddy," I moan.
"I have a surprise for you too," he murmurs.
"What kind of surprise?"
"You'll see." He grins and then leans down to kiss me. "Go home and rest, sweet baby. I'll be there soon."
"Okay," I whisper. "I love you."
He kisses me again and then whistles. Asher and Kennedy immediately look up.
"Oh, sure," I mutter under my breath. "He gets their attention in two seconds."
They spot us and head in our direction.
"Sorry," Kennedy mouths when they get close.
I shrug to let her know it's okay. Seeing how happy she is with Asher makes me happy. He's so good to her and their kids. I can't be mad at her for getting wrapped up in him and forgetting the rest of the world exists. Especially when I do the same thing with Jared. The whole world could burn sometimes, and I wouldn't notice. I'm too busy floating on air with hearts in my eyes.
"Would you mind taking Caroline home?" Jared asks Asher. "She's tired."
"So you're not sneaking out, huh?" he says, amusement glinting in his eyes.
I narrow mine at Kennedy.
"He guessed!" she says, throwing her hands out wide. "I told you it was a bad plan! I'm a terrible liar."
"You're both shit liars," Asher says. "So is Liberty. It took all of two seconds to realize the three of you were up to something."
"Whatever," I sniff, refusing to admit that he's right. "Let's go get my pretzel and go home."
Asher smirks, shaking his head.
"I love you," Jared says and kisses me again. "See you at home, princess."
"Love you. Bye."
"I'll call Liberty," Kennedy says, fishing for her phone in her purse.
"No need, angel baby. She's right there," Asher says, motioning for Liberty to join us.
"Sorry," she says, grimacing when she reaches us. "Killian called. The girls decided they wanted to have their nails painted."
"He let them?"
She nods, her eyes big. "He needed to know how to get nail polish out of the carpet."
"Uh oh," Kennedy says and then giggles. "I bet he let them paint his nails too."
"Remember when he let you practice putting on eyeshadow with him?" I ask and then giggle at the memory. He and Sebastian were our heroes when we were little girls. They never, ever told us no, even when we asked for something completely ridiculous like a makeover day. It makes me so happy that we're all finally back in the same state.
I hate that Sebastian and Rowan are so far away though. I wish they were back in San Diego too. But I know Sebastian is happy in San Francisco and would never dream of asking Rowan to move away from her home. Besides, we stil
l get together every couple of weeks. Having a father with a private plane has its perks.
Sometimes, I feel guilty about how bad all those trips are for the environment, but Jared makes big donations every year to some of the organizations I work with. It probably doesn't make up for using a private plane, but it makes me feel a little better about it. My family is so important to me. Not being able to see Rowan and Sebastian would really suck. I love them so much. Rowan is one of my best friends, and Sebastian is still kind of my hero. He's such an amazing brother, husband, and father. So is Killian, for that matter.
"I still have pictures!" Kennedy says, laughing.
"You better send me those," Liberty says, her eyes lighting up.
Jared and Asher both shake their heads. But I can tell by the gleam in Asher's eyes that he's not going to let Killian forget that he knows about the eyeshadow. It's surprising how well Asher and Killian get along. They're so much alike, I kind of figured they would hate each other on sight, but they don't. Asher and Jared both get along with our brothers really well. I think they bond by finding ways to drive me, Kennedy, Liberty, and Rowan crazy. They are all overprotective and bossy.
"Let's go get this pretzel," Asher mutters, shaking his head at us again. He slips a hand around Kennedy's waist and steers her toward the doors of the bookstore.
"Behave, princess," Jared says before Liberty loops her arm through mine.
"Promise," I agree, giving him one last look before I let Liberty steer me out of there. As soon as he's no longer in sight, I miss him. We really do need a little time alone before the baby gets here and we're neck-deep in diapers again. I'm usually so tired by the time we get home that I pass out on the couch while he plays with the kids. And then it's a whirlwind of cooking dinner and getting them into bed for the night. By the time we're done with that, I'm exhausted again.
"Did he tell you I'm keeping the kids tonight?" Liberty asks as if reading my mind.
"He did. Thank you so much. I miss him like crazy."
"He misses you too." She smiles at me. "He couldn't keep his eyes off you the entire time we were talking."
"He was probably watching to make sure I didn't go into labor."
"No," she says, shaking her head. "He was watching you because he's always watching you. When you're close, his eyes are on you. It's really sweet."
"He is sweet," I agree with a smile. He's always been so sweet to me. He's also still just as filthy as he was the first time we were together. I love the things he says to me and the way he is with me. People might not understand it, but they don't need to understand it. He may say filthy things, but so do I. And I know how much he loves me and how fiercely he supports me. Who cares what anyone else has to say? He's my wicked daddy and I'm his princess, and no one else gets a say in what happens between us.
"I need to make a pitstop," I say, raising my voice so Asher can hear me.
He and Kennedy stop walking and turn to face me.
"We're going to buy lingerie."
"I thought you wanted a pretzel," Kennedy says.
"I can eat a pretzel and look for underwear." My gaze flits to Asher. Buying lingerie with him in tow is less weird than buying it with Killian or Sebastian underfoot. But still… "You aren't allowed to come inside the store. Or tell Jared."
His gaze shifts to Kennedy. "You going to buy something sexy, angel baby?"
"Maybe," she says, her cheeks turning pink.
He rakes his eyes down her body, looking like he wants to eat her up. "Buy a lot of it," he growls and then grabs her hand, tugging gently to get her moving again. "Let's go."
"I guess that's settled then," she says, her tone dry.
Liberty and I both crack up.
"Jesus Christ," Jared breathes, coming to a dead stop just inside the bedroom door. He rakes his gaze down my body, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. The mossy green sears into me, sending my heart into overdrive.
"Do you like it?" I ask, holding my bump and striking a pose. We found the perfect green lace grenadine outfit at the mall. The top is made of white lace, with a big bow underneath my breasts. The rest is gauzy lace that spills to the floor in two panels that allow my belly to show. The tiny green thong matches. The lingerie is sexy and feminine, and I think I look pretty good in it.
"Like it?" Jared shakes his head, reaching up to yank his shirt off at the same time. "I fucking love it, princess. You look beautiful." He kicks his shoes off, sending one flying halfway across the bedroom. The other sails after it a moment later.
I shiver as he prowls across the bedroom, stalking me like prey. My nipples are already hard, aching for him.
"Hi," I whisper, pressing up against him when he stops right in front of me, so close we're sharing the same sliver of air. "I missed you."
"Yeah?" he asks, running his nose up the side of my throat. His tongue touches the pulse point hammering beneath my ear. "Are you wet for daddy, princess?"
"Yes," I whisper, my breath shaking.
"Show me."
I grab his hand and pull it toward my body, pressing his palm to my center.
"Fuck," he groans, cupping me there. He quickly slides my panties to the side to touch me.
As soon as I feel his hand on me, I cry out, grasping onto his arm to keep myself upright. Already, I feel like I could orgasm. I'm so damn sensitive when I'm pregnant. It's heaven and it's hell. He loves to wring me out and leave me pleading for mercy. I love it too.
He plays with me until my legs tremble and then releases me.
"Lay down, princess," he croons. "Let daddy see what's his."
He has to help me lay back on the bed because I'm too turned on to function. I've been thinking about him ever since I got home. I tried to nap but couldn't seem to do it. I wanted him too badly to get comfortable. Just the thought of having him all to myself tonight had me worked up and desperate.
"You good?" he asks.
"Yes."
He grins that wolfish grin that drives me crazy. A second later, my panties are gone, ripped down my legs and tossed…somewhere.
"Spread them," he orders me, all bossy and hot as Hades.
I do it slowly, teasing him.
"Jesus," he growls, palming himself through his jeans as he stares at my center. "I swear to God, that little thing makes me crazy, Caroline. I've been thinking about it all day."
"Maybe you should do something about that then," I murmur, teasing him.
His eyes meet mine, blazing with wicked promise. "Plan to, sweet baby." He wraps one hand around my leg and jerks, pulling me toward him. "You might want to hold on to something," he suggests. "I need to taste you before I fuck you."
"Jared," I moan.
That's all the warning I get before he's on me, shouldering his way in between my legs.
"Christ, princess," he breathes, spreading me open with two fingers. "You're soaked."
"I know!" I cry out, lifting my hips, trying to get closer to his mouth. He's barely even touched me, and I'm already desperate to come. He gets me this way so easily. All he has to do is look at me, and I'm aching for him.
He lifts me up, pulling me closer. His fingers sink into my ass, holding me still. His tongue swirls through my folds, licking up my juices. A ravenous growl breaks from his lips. His entire body trembles, and then he attacks me like he's starving.
I grasp onto the bed, hanging on for dear life as he eats me, snarling against my center. Filthy sounds greet my ears, ringing around the room. I'm so wet and he's so greedy. He attacks my clit again and again, ruthlessly driving me toward an orgasm.
I scream his name when it takes me, ripping through me fast enough to leave me stunned. Stars erupt behind my eyes in a spray of white light. I cry his name over and over, writhing beneath him and babbling…I don't even know what.
"That's it," he croons. "Give it all to your daddy, princess."
I do. Of course I do. I come until I'm pretty sure my heart's about to stop.
When I fall limp beneath hi
m, sucking air into my lungs, my entire body buzzes and hums. I crack my eyes open, slowly focusing on him.
"Jared, Daddy," I whisper, reaching out for him. "Please."
"Fuck," he curses, reaching for the button on his jeans. He doesn't take his eyes off me as he pops the button. They blaze with intent, searing me all over again. "You're so fucking sexy when you're begging for me, princess."
I squeeze my legs together, whimpering as he works the jeans down his hips, his cock springing free. He's not wearing underwear.
"I want your mouth first, princess," he says, kicking his jeans free. He wraps one hand around his cock, stroking himself as he stalks toward me. He squeezes himself tight, jerking himself off roughly. It's so damn hot though. The head of his cock is already wet with precum, angry and red. His balls are drawn up, hanging heavy just below.
My mouth waters at the thought of having him in my mouth. I love sucking him off, almost as much as I love when he has his mouth on me. There's something sexy about being able to reduce him to a quivering mess with only my lips and tongue.
He closes the distance between us quickly, eager to feel my lips wrapped around him. As soon as he's close enough, I dart my tongue out, swiping it over the head of his cock. His taste bursts on my tongue, sending a flood of moisture between my legs.
"Suck it like daddy taught you."
I plunge down on him, taking him as far as I can. It's not far. No matter how hard I try, I can't ever seem to take all of him. He's too damn big. I swirl my tongue all around his cock, moaning in satisfaction.
"Fuck," he growls, his stomach muscles clenching. He rocks his hips slightly, greedy for every little bit. I don't mind. I love when he's so turned on, he can't help but take a little more. His hand delves into my hair, holding my head still as he pumps his hips a few times, fucking my mouth.
I rake my nails down the ridges of his abdomen, cupping his balls in my other hand. The little bite of pain makes him crazy.
