Until Tennessee: Happily Ever Alpha World
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“I’d kill and die for you to protect you, Addie, and Zain, baby. That’s my job as your man, badge or not, and I promise I will never let you down. But you better know I intend to live to a very old age enjoyin’ every single second of the life we build together.”
Tightening my leg around his hip, I smiled. “I love you, too. So much that it feels like I’m dreaming the most perfect dream I’ve ever had with my eyes wide open. For the first time in what feels like forever I feel completely safe and totally treasured,” I offered boldly, lifting my head to take his lower lip between mine and tugging gently. “We’ve waited a long time for this moment. I want you to come inside, Marek. I’m yours.”
“And I belong to you,” he breathed as he reached over the edge of the bed and fished a condom from the wallet in his discarded jeans before sheathing himself quickly. Seconds later, he slowly sank into me, every heartbeat bringing us closer together as his lips met mine, our kiss only amplifying the need we had for each other. “Fuck, you feel good,” he groaned, his breath mixing with mine as we stared into one another’s eyes.
I wanted to weep with joy as I laced my fingers through Marek’s, holding tight as I felt his cock throb inside me. “You do, too,” I whispered as I lifted my hips, greedy for more of the incredible pleasure that raced through my body. “Please, Marek. I need more,” I begged, gasping as Marek suddenly rolled to his back, taking me with him.
“Oh, God,” I cried out as I sat astride him, Marek’s long, thick cock buried deep inside me.
“Take what you need, sweetheart,” he encouraged, raising a hand to thread his fingers through my hair and urge me closer. “This way, you can control the speed of things.”
No man had ever willingly handed me any kind of power - in or out of bed, and for a moment I was uncertain. Until Marek spoke the sweetest words I’d ever heard. “Nothing as beautiful as you and I coming together could ever be wrong, sweetheart. You were already perfect before I ever laid my hands on you. Come out of your head and just do what feels right.”
Taking a deep breath, I braced my hands against his muscled chest and smiled back at him as I rolled my hips experimentally, making us both moan with rapture as my pussy tightened around his length. “Fuck, yes,” I heard Marek hiss through his teeth as his hands came to my waist. “That’s it, sweetheart,” he ground out as I lifted myself off him before lowering my weight quickly, feeling him bottom out inside me. From there, things got wild. I was driven by hunger, desperate to take us both to the heights of ecstasy.
“Yesyesyesyes!” I chanted as I circled my hips, every rotation bringing me closer to fulfillment. “Right there!” I sobbed, my body poised for something I knew would be positively explosive.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Ride me hard,” Marek praised, lifting his hips to thrust deeper, growling low in his throat as the sensations became more intense.
My heart thundered in my ears as I felt him slide a hand between us, easily locating my clit and circling it with the pad of his thumb. I was almost embarrassed by how wet I was, but he quickly reassured me with a kiss when I would have drawn back.
“Nothing that happens between us is wrong as long as we both want and enjoy it, Clarity,” Marek soothed, pressing feather light kisses along my jaw as his thumb moved against my swollen nub. “I love the feel of you. All of you.”
Turning my mouth toward his, our tongues danced as he moved inside me, every controlled lunge of his hips pushing me higher. And with one more thrust of his cock, he shoved me over the edge, catapulting me into an orgasm that made me see stars. Better yet, two seconds later, he joined me in bliss, his rough grunt of gratification ringing in my ears as I sagged on top of him, my involuntary giggle vibrating against his sweaty shoulder.
I was happy. Over the moon, filled with delight happy. And this wonderful man beneath me was responsible for that joy.
Chuckling as he rolled me to his side, Marek raised up on an elbow as he grinned down at me. “Something funny, baby?”
Shaking my head, I beamed back at him. “I’m free,” I whispered, knowing full well that I sounded like an utter lunatic since I’d basically pledged my love and devotion to him not thirty minutes ago.
Marek’s face froze as he held my gaze. “Pardon?” he murmured as he wrapped an arm around me and dragged me toward him.
Pressing a light kiss to his lips, I shook my head at him. “I’m free, Marek. No more ghosts from my past to haunt me. You helped me bury them tonight. I can finally say that I feel free.”
Visibly relaxing, Marek returned my kiss before pressing another to the center of my forehead. “Okay, I get that. As long as being free doesn’t necessarily equate to being single. That I’d have a problem with.”
“Oh, no. I swear to you, you’ve got me, Addie and Zain for a lifetime,” I vowed, almost giddy with an eagerness to experience what would come next in our story.
“A lifetime won’t be long enough to love all of you, sweetheart.”
“Probably not,” I agreed, “But I’m going to give it a try,” I replied as I snuggled into his side, content with the turn this day had taken.
Chapter Nine
Marek
Two Years Later
“Give us one more big push, Clarity, and you and your husband will be able to meet your son,” I heard the doctor say from his position between my wife’s legs at the end of the bed. However, one look down at my exhausted wife’s face only confirmed the obvious: she was about three hours past sheer exhaustion. Her labor had stretched from being hours long into days long, and the deep well of energy she’d started labor with was long past spent. Her normally healthy blonde hair was limp and hanging around her red face in a tangle. The sparkle in her beautiful blue eyes had dimmed, and her smile had long since faded away. In short, the woman I loved and adored was rapidly losing the struggle to bring our child into the world. Currently, my only job was to help her accomplish the goal, and this was one assignment I refused to fuck up.
“C’mon, babe. You got this,” I tried to motivate my tired wife as I squeezed her hand and wiped her perspiring forehead with a cool towel.
“I can’t, Marek. I want to, but I just can’t” Clarity whined, tears filling her eyes as another contraction wracked her body, pulling a weak scream from her parted lips as her back arched against the thin pillows behind her back..
Fuck, but I knew that one had to hurt, I thought as I watched two fat teardrops escape Clarity’s eyes and run down her pale cheeks. This shit was taking way too long. Glaring at the doctor who sat hunched over on the stool between my wife’s legs, I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from cursing him out. Couldn’t this fucker see that this bullshit wasn’t normal? My wife had been trying to push our kid out for way too long. Did this idiot get some kind of bonus for every kid that popped out of a woman’s vagina? Was that why he wouldn’t just perform a fucking C-section on my woman? “Are you positive my wife wouldn’t be better served by having a C-section?” I growled for the tenth time since yet another morning had begun with no sign of Baby Haws in sight.
Glancing up at me, Dr. Dumbass merely grinned. “I can see your baby’s head of black hair, son. It won’t be long now. Clarity just needs to keep pushing.”
“You push,” Clarity whimpered. “I’m tired.”
“I know you are, baby,” I murmured, reaching for an ice chip from the bowl on the rolling bedside table and rubbing it against her lips. I knew she had to be parched, but these so-called medical professionals had banned her from having any further sips of water until after our baby arrived. Ironically, it was so her stomach could be empty in the event of a C-section.
“God, it hurts,” Clarity moaned, gasping as another wave of pain hit her.
“I know, sweetheart,” I sympathized, controlling my own wince of pain as her grip on my hand threatened to shatter a couple of fingers. Meeting my wife’s eyes, I could see her unspoken plea for help. Running my tongue over my own dry lips, I looked from Clarity to the nurse standi
ng on the other side of the bed. “Can I get up in the bed behind her and help support her body?” I asked gruffly, desperate to find any kind of assistance for my wife. At least behind her, I could surround her with love, literally and figuratively.
“Give it a try,” the doctor agreed without looking up as the nurse helped Clarity move slightly.
Climbing up on the narrow bed, I cradled Clarity’s tense body, letting her back rest against my chest as I offered both hands to her. “You can do this, babe. Just grab hold of my hands and bear down the next time a contraction hits. I got you,” I crooned against her ear.
“All right, Clarity. The machine shows another contraction coming up and this one looks like a monster,” the nurse warned.
“Oh my God,” Clarity screamed as she squeezed my hands so tightly my fingers turned white. Fingers were overrated, right?
Her entire body stiffened as she bore down and pressed back against my chest. “That’s it, baby. Just breathe!” I cheered as I noticed she was holding her breath.
“You’re doing good, Clarity. Keep pushing!” her doctor added. “I can see his head coming toward me. He’s almost here.”
I pressed a kiss to the side of her head as her pain ebbed. I knew she only had a matter of seconds until the next contraction would be upon her, and I sensed she needed all the positive reinforcement she could get. “You are doing so good, sweetheart. I’m so proud of you. You’re a fuckin’ warrior.”
“Ya think?” she asked, tilting her head back to rest on my shoulder.
“I know,” I corrected, dropping a kiss to her lips. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” She grimaced then, catching my hand in hers again.
“Here we go,” the doctor announced, as if we needed any other warnings. “One more push.”
Seconds later, the doctor held my son’s shoulders in his hands as the first faint cries of our child filled the room.
“One more push and you’ll have yourselves a boy, Clarity,” I heard the doctor say.
Exchanging a look with the woman who’d shown me what love was all about, I smiled through my own tears. “You hear that, little momma? Let’s do this!” I cheered.
Clarity swallowed hard as she nodded, and a few heartbeats later the most wonderful woman in the world gifted me with our third child - - Tennessee Alexander Haws.
***
Eight hours later, I sighed in absolute contentment as I watched my slumbering wife smile in her sleep. Our older kids, Addison and Zain, had come and gone from our hospital room, both thrilled by the arrival of their little brother. Now, they’d gone home, happy to spend some time being spoiled by my visiting sister. Adopting them had been the second best thing in my life. Marrying their mother would always be the first.
As I looked down at the baby in my arms, I realized that I was at complete peace with my life. I had a wife I fucking adored, children who made me proud to call myself a father, and a job that made me feel like I was offering something positive to the world. My life was as close to perfect as I could ever imagine it being, and that was in large part thanks to the woman currently sleeping beside me.
Hearing a soft knock at the door, I turned to see my partner and friend, Cobi Mayson standing in the doorway. “Hey, man,” I whispered, rising from my chair carefully as I cradled my son in my arms.
Cobi lifted his chin in greeting as I approached, grinning when he got a good look at my baby boy. “Hey, partner. So the little man finally arrived, huh?” Cobi said softly, keeping his voice low as I stepped out into the hallway with him.
“He did,” I declared with a proud grin. “I’d like you to meet my son, Tennessee Alexander Haws.”
Cobi reached out a hand to lightly run his finger down Tennessee’s cheek. “Thank God he looks like his momma,” he teased.
“Amen to that,” I agreed.
“I just wanted to come by and check on you guys and drop off a little something from me and Hadley,” Cobi replied, lifting the arm holding a dangling blue gift bag. “It’s not much. Just a couple of outfits and some other baby shit.”
“Thanks, man. That’s real nice of y’all,” I returned, accepting the bag with one hand as I glanced back into the darkened room behind me to find my wife still sleeping. “I hate that Clarity’s not awake to see you.”
“She did some pretty hard work today,” Cobi laughed, nodding at the baby in my arms. “Pretty sure she earned a nap.”
“You’re right about that,” I concurred. “Wanna come in and sit anyway?”
“Nah. I just wanted to check on my partner,” Cobi returned. “You know, see if you need anything. From what I recall, hospitals are hell on a man’s nerves.”
“No, man. We’re good. I feel like I’ve had the whole world given to me,” I explained as I grinned, realizing the words were the truest I’d ever spoken. “Life is sweet.”
“And that, my friend, is what the Maysons call the BOOM,” Cobi returned, lightly slapping my shoulder. “Hadley and I will see you guys soon. Take care and give Clarity a hug from both of us,” Cobi ordered.
“I will,” I replied, grinning as I watched my fellow officer and friend cross the hall to the elevator and disappear inside.
Lowering my gaze to my newest son, I smiled, “Someday, son, you’ll find your own BOOM, too. Take it from me, it’s one explosion you won’t wanna miss.”
The End
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