I smirk, watching while Paisley comes stomping back to land beside us with the loot from the cooler.
“You don’t think you made me pay enough?” I ask. “What about all the hoops you made me jump through those first few days. Or that guy you showed up to the red carpet event with, what was his name?”
“Hunter, I think,” she says with a mischievous grin. “He was cute.”
“Don’t try to make me jealous,” I say. “You know what happens when I get jealous.”
“I do. That’s exactly why I’m trying to make you jealous,” she snaps back with a suggestive wiggle of her eyebrows.
“What happens when daddy gets jealous?” asks Paisley with all the innocence of a two-year-old.
“He…” stammers Makayla, cheeks flushing. “He makes Mommy scream.”
“Because he’s mean to you?” asks Paisley.
I grin. “No. When daddy gets jealous, he gets extra nice.”
“Then why does mommy scream?”
Makayla shoots me an amused look when Paisley isn’t looking, obviously interested in what kind of answer I’m going to come up with.
“Because…” he says slowly, grabbing Paisley and lifting her over his head. “I give her ice cream! And we all scream for ice cream!”
“Ice cream!” shouts Paisley, giggling and pulling at my hands as I spin her overhead and take her toward the house.
Makayla
As much as I love spending time with Jesse and the girls, nothing quite beats the evenings we spend after they go to bed. Paisley and Amelia went down about half an hour ago and I can still hear the white noise from the baby monitor that sits beside us on the dock.
“I still can’t believe there are so many stars,” I say, leaning my head back into Jesse’s lap and looking up at the sky. “I guess living my whole life in cities made me think it was normal for the night sky to be some weird shade of green or orange with just a few specks of light.”
“Beautiful,” he says quietly, but he’s looking straight down at me with a half-cocked smile.
I bite my lip. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re trying to seduce me.”
“You always were perceptive.”
“I don’t know,” I say playfully, making a show of stretching and yawning. “I’m pretty tired. I think I could just fall asleep right here on this comfy lap of yours.”
“Somehow I think I could keep you up. All fucking night,” he adds with a dark grin.
My breath catches. It doesn’t matter how many times he’s had me or how many times I’ve roamed his body with my hands. Jesse Slade can still take my breath away. He still makes my stomach flutter like we’re on our first date and holding hands for the very first time. He still has me waking up like a little girl on Christmas morning, so excited to start my day and spend time with him and the girls that I couldn’t sleep in if I tried.
He’s my everything. My rock. My husband. Even thinking it after nearly four years of marriage makes my heart swell.
Jesse moves out from under my head and makes me suck in a surprised laugh when he lifts me effortlessly, carrying me to the grass a few yards away. He lays me down and the soft grass tickles the bare skin of my shoulders and neck.
“Are you wet for me, my wife?” Jesse’s says as his lips skate across the sensitive skin of my neck, raising goose bumps in their wake. I tilt my head, giving him further access, loving how he always knows exactly where to flutter soft kisses and where to nip and suck my skin to drive my desire higher.
“Why don’t you find out?” I say with a teasing smile.
He quirks up one sculpted brow in a way that says he accepts my challenge.
Yay me.
Jesse slowly undresses me, running his hands over every inch of skin that he exposes to the chilly night air until I’m completely naked. The soft grass against my naked body brings me back to the first time we made love under the stars like this. Everything was a mess back then, our lives were in danger, our relationship was in disarray—it seemed like the only thing we had in store for us was more heartache.
I’m looking up at the same stars, but everything about this night is different. No one is out to kill us, Jesse is my husband, the father of my children, and we are happy. Totally, completely—blissfully—happy.
Jesse kisses me passionately, then trails a line of kisses down my body, pausing just above my mound. He looks up at me with desire burning bright in his eyes, he wants to taste me just as badly as I want him to. His tongue swipes through my folds and I moan in pleasure.
I bury my hands in his hair, holding onto him as if he could disappear if I were to let go. But with the way his mouth is devouring my pussy, maybe I should be more worried about him making me burst into a million pieces and not if he’s going to disappear. His tongue spears into my opening, fucking me with it like it’s his cock. The warm, wet feel of it is indescribable… I love it, but I want more. Need more.
“Jesse,” I gasp. “Please…”
He raises his head, looking up at me. His mouth shines with my juices and I want those sexy lips on mine. I want him to kiss me, deep and hard, I want to taste the way I taste on his tongue. I never thought I would want something so dirty. In fact, there was a time I would have thought it was disgusting, but with Jesse, I’ve found there are many, many things I enjoy that I would’ve never tried before him.
“Please what?” he says with his patented smirk. The one that says, I know what you are thinking, but I’m going to make you beg for it.
Good thing I’m not above begging. Before I can beg for his cock, he pushes two fingers inside me, crooking them in a come hither motion, but the slowness at which he moves them only ramps up my need without taking me to the place where I’ll find release. It’s delicious, but not what I want.
“More, I want more,” I beg.
His eyes never leave mine as his mouth lowers and his tongue snakes out, licking over my clit. My nipples pebble into stiff peaks and I shudder at the sensation, but it’s still not enough. From the mischievous look in his eyes, he knows it’s not enough. Bastard.
“Fuck me,” I moan… well, more like wail, but I’m getting desperate now. “Jesse, I need your cock. Please.”
I’m begging… With each swipe of his tongue, I chant out a hushed ‘please’ over and over until he rises above me, kneeing my thighs further apart, to make room for what’s to come.
I shiver in excitement when he runs his cock up and down my slit, for a maddening minute, all he does is move his tip from my entrance to my clit and back again, spreading my wetness, and I start to worry that he’s not done teasing me. Finally, after minutes, hours, days, he notches his cock at my opening and pushes himself in one thick inch at a time. His eyes are downcast, watching himself disappear into my body, I rise up on my elbows and follow his gaze, taking in the erotic sight. My pussy stretches impossibly to accommodate his thickness, but the part that drives me wild is when he pulls back and his cock is gleaming wet with proof of my excitement.
Jesse’s lips meet mine in a breathtakingly sweet kiss. I get caught up in his languorous thrusts and tender kisses that I’m taken by surprise when I find myself flat on my back, Jesse’s strong fingers entwined with mine as he pins my hands above my head. The spark of heat that flashes through his eyes is the only warning I get before he slams his cock inside me, setting a brutal pace. Each thrust is harder than the last until the lewd sounds of slapping skin and our moans of pleasure fill the silence of the night.
“I’m gunna…” I say as my climax barrels down on me.
“Yes, cum for me,” he growls. “Cum all over my cock.”
My back arches and I throw my head back as I scream Jesse’s name. His rhythm never falters. He keeps fucking me straight through one orgasm and into a second. Just when I don’t think I can take anymore, I feel him swell inside me and a rush of heat splashes over my walls.
Jesse collapses on top of me, barely catching himself before he crushes me with his strong b
ody. He brushes and errant hair away from my face, then drops a tender kiss to my lips.
“I love you, Makayla.”
I couldn’t respond if I wanted to. All I can do is lay back, feeling like I might melt into the Earth and dissolve there into a puddle of happy, satisfied bliss.
We may have more money than most people would make in ten or even a hundred lifetimes. We may have houses all over the world. We have all of that, and I know with heart-stopping certainty that I’d throw it away in an instant if it meant I would never lose Jesse or my girls.
I’ve found a kind of happiness people are only supposed to be able to dream of.
As I lay with my bare body against the Earth, staring up at the waning moon and the swathe of stars scattered across the sky, all I can do is smile, because I know I’m perfectly, truly happy, and so long as Jesse is at my side, I always will be.
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