But I’m terrified something bad will happen. That Archer will get into a car accident. Our new, beautiful house will catch on fire. That something bad will happen to…I can’t even finish the thought.
Someone knocks on the front door, and I can tell by the softness and erratic pattern of the knocking that it’s my nephew, Jackson.
“Wow!” Jackson’s eyes widen when he steps inside and looks at the Halloween decorations. “It’s so spooky in here!”
“You like it?” I bend down and scoop him up. He’s four, but weighs a ton. Or maybe I’m just used to holding my own petite baby.
“Yeah! Daddy, can we decorate our house when we get home?”
“It’s a little early for Halloween,” Weston says, giving me a thanks a lot look.
“That’s what I said,” Dean tells him. Weston takes off his shoes and goes right over to Dean, taking Emma from his arms. Her little face lights up and she pulls at my oldest brother’s long hair.
“Yesterday was the first day of fall,” I counter. “And tomorrow is a full moon. Doesn’t it just feel like Halloween?”
“Halloween doesn’t have a feeling,” Archer says, joining us from the kitchen. He comes over and slips his arm around me, a smirk on his handsome face. He’s been teasing me about this all week. I purse my lips and give him a glare, having a hard time even pretending to be mad at him. He was outside grilling steaks, and smells wonderful, like fall air and cookouts.
“Yes it does!” I fight to keep my face neutral.
“It does,” Kara, my sister in law, agrees. “But I haven’t felt it yet.”
“You will soon,” I promise. “Once the full moon is out tomorrow it’ll thin the veil between the worlds and the dead will walk among us.”
Logan raises an eyebrow and looks at Archer. “Are you qualified to do psych checks?”
“I don’t need to be to tell you that she’s crazy.” Archer gives my side a little squeeze. “But I’ve known that for years.” He leans in toward my brothers. “It’s best to just humor her.”
“Oh, please,” I round. “Halloween has been around for centuries. You can’t deny there’s something supernatural about this time of year.”
“Ghosts don’t exist,” Archer goes on.
“They do. You can have your biology and your medicine or whatever, but I’m having Halloween.”
Archer laughs. “We should get in there. It’s almost time.”
Everyone filters into the kitchen, and the guys all go right for the appetizers I’ve laid out. Wes makes a plate for Jackson, and sits him at the table, telling him he can play games on the iPad for a few minutes since he had good behavior all day. Today is our parents’ anniversary, and we’re surprising them with dinner. Since everyone else is digging into the food already, I start with drinks.
“Beers for everyone?” I ask, going to the mini fridge in the butler’s pantry.
“I’m on call,” Archer reminds me, making a face. “So none for me.”
“That’s lame,” Owen quips. “And I brought moonshine.”
“Moonshine?” I come back to the large island counter with four beers, one for each of my brothers. Kara likes wine, and I pour her a glass and then put just a splash in another glass for myself.
Emma just started on solid foods last week, but still nurses herself to sleep. All I want is a taste of this perfectly aged sweet red wine, but not actually drink enough to risk a trace of it showing up in my breast milk.
“Don’t worry, it’s legal,” Logan says dryly, rolling his eyes at Wes.
“Hey, I’m off duty tonight,” Weston says, waving his hand in the air. “But be careful with that shit. I’ve arrested the Johnson brothers more times than I can count, and every time they’ve been fucked up on moonshine.”
“This stuff is good,” Owen says, reaching inside his jacket pocket and pulling out a mason jar full of clear liquid. “Goes down a lot smoother than you’d think.” He grabs shot glasses from a cabinet and fills one up to the top, sliding it to Logan. “You need this. I’m still haunted by what happened this morning and it was in your room.”
I give my twin brothers a quizzical look.
“Do I want to ask?” Dean says.
“No.” Logan brings the shot of moonshine to his lips, hesitates half a second, and drinks it down. “It’s really not that bad,” he says, putting the shot glass back on the counter. “But I’m going to tell you anyway. Hit me again.”
Owen chuckles and fills the glass again. Logan downs it, shakes his head, and sits on a barstool.
“I’ve been kinda seeing Mary Fisher. We’ve hooked up a few times but it wasn’t anything serious. I was sure to tell her that.”
“She didn’t get the memo,” Owen fills up a shot for himself and takes it.
“She’s been bringing her stuff over throughout the week,” Logan goes on. “I didn’t want to just flat out tell her.”
“He pussied out.”
“I was trying to be nice,” Logan goes on. “Until this morning.” He makes an exaggerated gagging motion. “I got out of the shower to find her sitting on my bed rubbing a what looked like a cheese grater on her feet. And there was a pile of dead fucking foot-skin on a paper towel.”
“Ewww,” I say, but laugh at his expense.
“That would even gross me out, and I like gross things.” Archer takes Emma from Wes and cradles her against his chest.
“What did you do?” Dean asks.
“Well, after I threw up, I told her things weren’t working out and I wasn’t ready for a something serious.”
“But her feet are so soft now,” I heckle.
“Feet are Dean’s thing,” Logan shoots back.
“No they’re not.” Dean looks at his wife for help. Kara sips her wine and shrugs, making us all laugh again.
The motion detector at our front door sounds, and we all scramble to get out of sight. Jackson throws a mini fit about turning his iPad off, and Logan comes to the rescue with the promise of looking at pictures on his phone.
I meet Mom and Dad in the foyer, trying to sidestep Mom’s request to look at my Halloween decorations so I can get her into the kitchen.
“The steaks are ready,” I say, knowing Dad will want to make a beeline to the food. “They’re getting cold. Let’s eat and then look at the decorations.”
“All right,” Mom says and follows me into the kitchen.
“There’s my baby!” Mom coos as soon as she sees Emma in Archer’s arms. She reaches for her just as everyone jumps out and says, “surprise!”
“What is this?” Mom asks, hand flying to her chest. Dad uses her shock to his advantage and takes Emma, lifting her high in the air just to see her smile.
“Happy anniversary,” I say, giving Mom a hug.
“You guys,” Mom starts, eyes filling with tears. “You didn’t have to do this.”
I look at my brothers and smile. “I know.”
2
Archer
“Do you still like it?” I ask, climbing into bed next to Quinn. She’s holding her hand up, letting the light reflect off her engagement ring.
Wrinkling her nose, she turns to me. “I’m getting a little sick of it, to be honest. The diamonds are too big and too sparkly. It’s a bit obnoxious.”
Laughing, I grab her around the waist and flip her over in bed, moving on top of her. She widens her legs, welcoming me between. Emma is asleep in her bed and went down easy tonight. The excitement of the party wore her out and I’m taking advantage of every spare second I have tonight.
My heart swells in my chest as my lips touch Quinn’s. I fall more in love with her every single day, and I cannot wait until this summer when I get to make her my wife.
“Would you still love me if I scrapped my foot-skin off in bed?” she asks.
Laughing, I kiss her. “I would still love you, but I’d make you change the sheets. Bed is not the place to file calluses off your heels.” I kiss her again and she hooks her legs around mine. “What
if I did it?”
“Nope.” She shakes her head. “I’d call the wedding off. But I’d still go to Disney. We have the trip booked.”
There is no one else in this entire world who can make me laugh the way she does, and no one else can make my dick harder than she does.
“Did you check on Emma?” she asks, running her fingers through my hair.
“Yeah. She’s sleeping.”
“Let me go peek.”
“Do not wake her up,” I warn, moving off Quinn. I miss her the moment she’s gone, rushing through the master bedroom to look in at Emma. Which she could do by looking at the baby monitor, but she has to see Emma’s chest rising and falling to get peace of mind.
She’s the most incredible mother. Emma is one lucky lady to have such a good mom. Less than a minute later, Quinn comes back into the bedroom, getting under the covers with me. She rolls over, resting her head on my chest, and the world stops spinning.
This is where I’m meant to be.
Quinn sits up, messy hair webbing around my face. She moves in for a kiss, and the moment our lips touch, all bets are off. I grab her and pull her close, kissing her harder. A moan escapes her lips when I kiss her neck, knowing the spot that drives her crazy. She tips her head to the side, enjoying it for a moment and then jerks away with a devilish glint in her eyes. Grabbing my hands, she forces them down on the mattress.
My cock hardens against her as she climbs on top, rubbing herself against me. She’s only wearing white underwear and a silky tank top. She presses herself against me, letting me feel her heat. Fuck, she’s hot. I run my hands up her smooth legs, cock hardening more and more with each inch I feel. She rocks her hips back, rubbing against me. It’s all I can do but squirm beneath her, grabbing her hips and making her do that again and again.
“I need to make an appointment, Dr. Jones,” she says, running her hand over her chest.
I inhale deep and put both hands on her hips, grinding her against me. “And what is the reason for the appointment?”
“I’ve been a bad girl.”
“Wait, so I’m not the doctor tonight?”
Quinn shrugs. “Be whatever you want to be. Just punish me.”
Fucking hell. This woman. I still can’t believe she’s mine. That she wants to spend the rest of her life with me. To have and to hold for the rest of our lives. Have more of my babies. Make a life together.
In a sudden movement I sit up, flipping her over onto the mattress. She’s face down, ass up in the air. I spank her hard and she lets out a gasp, arching her back and wanting more.
“You will be punished,” I groan, cock so hard it almost hurts. I spank her again and flip her over, moving back between her legs. Holding onto my shoulders, she brings her head up and kisses me, making me let go of everything, thinking about nothing other than this.
Nothing other than her.
I shift my weight to the side and run my hand along her stomach, fingers inching under the lace band on her panties. She lifts her hips, eager for me to take the garment off. I intended on teasing her, on taking my damn time, but when I see the lust filled way she’s looking at me, I don’t think I can hold out any longer.
My mouth opens and I let out a breath when I rub her core. “You’re so fucking wet,” I pant. I swirl my finger along her clit, turned on by the hot slickness of her center.
“You make me wet, Dr. Jones,” she mewls.
“I’m going to fuck you. Hard. Are you ready for my cock?”
“I need it,” she groans. Losing whatever control I had over the situation, I move down, yanking her panties down. Quinn hooks one leg over my shoulder, getting ready for me to eat her out.
And I do, not stopping until she’s squirming against me, hand pressed against her mouth to muffle the screams. Wiping my mouth, I move the side and push two fingers inside of her. I let out a groan, cock aching to be inside of her, and find her g-spot, rubbing and stroking. I’ve made it a personal mission to make Quinn come at least twice every time we have sex, and with the exception of a few quickies thrown in there out of new-parent-desperation, I’ve held up on my end of the bargain.
I turn my wrist, pressing my fingers against her inner walls, moving them in and out, then against her sweet spot over and over. Quinn licks her lips, lifting her head up just enough to watch me touch her pussy.
“Do you want to watch me play with myself?” she asks, already knowing the answer.
I withdraw my hand and fall back on the bed, touching my cock at the same time she sweeps her hand down and rubs her fingers over her clit. Her eyes flutter shut and she bends one leg up. Keeping a hand inside my boxers, stroking my cock, I reach out and touch her thigh, needing to feel her skin against mine.
Her breathing quickens as she pumps her fingers in and out of herself, and I can feel my balls tighten. She’s hot enough to make me come right here and now without even touching me.
And in a few short months, this woman is going to be my wife. How the fuck did I get so lucky?
I push my boxers down, knowing I won’t be able to hold out much longer, and watch Quinn bring herself to orgasm. She cries out as she comes, wetness spilling from her onto the sheets beneath us. Her hand falls to the side and I pick up where she left off, rubbing my thumb over her clit until her body goes rigid again. Her fingernails dig into my flesh and the pain mixed with the pleasure of watching her come is almost enough to do me in.
“Archer,” she pants, feebly reaching for me.
That’s all I need to pounce on her, wet tip of my cock rubbing against her clit. She’s still riding on the last orgasm, and I bury my lips against her neck, kissing her gently before I push my big cock into her tight little pussy.
I pump my cock in and out of her, fast then slow, and then pull out and bring her legs up, bending her like a pretzel. Slowly, I line the tip of my cock with her slit, looking her deep in the eyes before pushing in. She cries out, too caught up in pleasure to muffle her moaning.
And I’m too caught up in her to care. I pump in hard and fast, not stopping until an orgasm sweeps through me, making me come so hard I see stars. I empty myself into Quinn, heart racing.
I let go of her legs, lowering them back onto the mattress. My dick is still pulsing, and her pussy is still contracting wildly around my cock. She’s mid-orgasm, and I’m not going to let her get off easy. I already blew my load inside of her, but my cock is still hard.
I push deep inside of her and circle my hips. Quinn arches her back, making sure I hit her in the right spot, and digs her nails into my flesh.
“Ohhhh,” she cries out, and I bring my mouth down to her neck, biting at her flesh. She bucks her hips and I drill my cock into her. “Fuck,” she cries out, entire body spasming around my cock.
We both fall back onto the mattress, panting. I reach down, finding my boxers in the tangle of sheets, and hand them to her to use to wipe herself up. She’s on the pill, and while we’re in the middle of making love I’m brain-dead to the rest of the world, caught up in Quinn. She’s the only thing that exists…which is how we ended up with Emma in the first place.
Still, we don’t want to have another baby until after our wedding. Quinn is from a big family and wants at least three kids. I only have one brother by blood, but I grew up with the Dawsons. They’re just like family to me as well.
Except for Quinn, of course. She’s never felt sisterly. I’ve pined for her since the moment I laid eyes on her over ten years ago. And now she’s mine.
It still doesn’t feel real.
“That was amazing,” Quinn pants, wiping herself up and shimmying out of bed and into the bathroom. A moment later she’s back, nestled in my arms.
“I really want another baby,” she says as she runs a finger up and down my chest. “Like right now.”
I chuckle. “We’ll have another. Soon.”
“I must be ovulating or something.” She falls to my side and reaches down for my cock. “Because my body is screaming at me to get pr
egnant again.”
“Let’s hope not. Not yet at least.”
“Do you think we’ll conceive as fast this time?”
“I’m hopeful.” Emma was conceived either the first or second time we had sex. She wasn’t planned, but she’s the best thing to happen to us. “But it’s normal to not get pregnant the first go too.”
“I don’t know why the thought of you knocking me up is so hot, but it is.”
I kiss her hard. “I’ll do my best to knock you the fuck up on our honeymoon.”
“Arch,” Quinn groans, wiggling closer.
And then my phone rings.
There are two reasons my phone could be ringing right now. My brother, Bobby, might have OD’d, or I’m being called in for surgery.
“It’s the hospital,” I say, feeling relief to know my brother isn’t dead or dying.
“Don’t answer,” Quinn protests, grabbing me and pulling me toward her. “Stay with me.”
“I wish I could, babe.” I give her a quick kiss before answering. “I have to repair a perforated bowel,” I tell her after hanging up. “The patient has diverticulitis.”
“Sounds serious.”
“It’s pretty painful.” I hold her close for a minute before tearing away. “I love you, Quinn.”
“I love you too. Now go save lives, Dr. Jones.”
3
Quinn
“Why are you out of breath? Were you having sex?”
I giggle and watch the headlights of Archer’s new Range Rover disappear from view. “Like twenty minutes ago. I just ran up the stairs,” I tell Jamie. “I have a lot of stairs.”
“Oh, I know. So you’re wide awake?”
“Yeah. I won’t be able to sleep until I hear from Archer. I feel bad sleeping when I know he’s up, standing in the OR.”
“You guys make me want to puke. But in a good way.”
“Thanks?”
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