by Kahlen Aymes
He rolled me underneath him in one swift move and buried his mouth in the curve of my neck at the same time as he pushed his hips into the cradle of mine. “What do you think? Can you be quiet?”
“Me?” I said softly, laughing.
“Sure. You know how you get.” Jensen chuckled softly, still torturing me with pleasure as his mouth continued with soft licks and gentle sucking on the sensitive skin of my neck. He pulled the neckline of my shirt aside to gain access to my shoulder, slowly grinding and rubbing his lower body with mine. I could feel myself start to bloom, opening like a flower. His body pressing into me creating the delicious friction we both craved, despite both layers of clothing between us.
“How do I get?” I couldn’t help but ask.
His mouth swooped and took mine in a deeply passionate kiss. My body arched and my I pulled my knees up higher, seeking more of the incredible pressure as he sank down further, closer into me. The combination of his movements against me and his softly sucking mouth had me melting.
“All soft and warm,” he whispered against my neck. “So irresistible.”
“I’m glad I warrant your attention,” I panted, praying to God he wasn’t going to prolong the torture. I was starving for his touch; to have his body inside mine, his mouth on my skin, teasing, tasting. The thought alone fueled my response.
“Mmmmmm….” A soft moan escaped his mouth as it closed around the peak of one tender breast and his hand snaked between us to massage the place where I wanted him the most.
“Clothes are overrated,” he whispered. He continued to thrust against me, rubbing his rock-hard length against the crease of my hip and thigh while his fingers worked their magic on my uber sensitive flesh. “But I can still make you come, at least.”
My hands slid down his muscular back to his firm buns and my fingers grasped around his tight ass through his sweats. My body was humming, my hips rising to meet the rhythm of his fingers, but my mind protested. “Jensen…” I whimpered.
“God, I love hearing my name on that sweet mouth.” His tone was guttural, and his breathing was getting harder. “Sweet Jesus,” he groaned. His forehead had dropped to my shoulder, but I wanted his mouth on mine again.
One heel dug into his solid calves, and the other slid higher as we moved. I surged against him as we clung together, thrusting and building the pleasure between us. I closed my eyes against the combination of pleasure and pain. I loved him so much. He was so beautiful; body and soul. I couldn’t stop looking into his gorgeous face. He filled my entire being; I wished I could absorb him into me. I reached my hand to feel the soft scruff populating his unshaven jawline. He was so incredible that I had no words to describe him.
“Let me touch you,” I begged. His weight was heavy upon me, but there was enough space created by his hand and wrist between us for my hand to join his, slipping inside his tented sweats. My fingers closed around the shaft of his rock-hard penis begging for release. I moved my hand up and down, my thumb moving over the head. The soft material was already damp as precum pooled.
“Missy, stop,” he pleaded. “I’ll come, and we’ll have a mess.”
“It’s okay. I want you to,” I panted, close to the edge myself. “Huh, huh, huh… uhhhh.” I couldn’t breathe, but I wanted him to kiss me. “Kiss me.”
He granted my wish, and as we kissed over and over, both of us pleasuring the other as silently as we both could manage. My orgasm began to build slowly and finally crashed over, my body surging with wave upon wave of ecstasy. My fingers threaded through his hair as I convulsed around him, my insides shuttering as the shocks of pleasure moved through me.
Jensen rolled off of me and put his hand inside his sweats to keep the mess to a minimum, but I regretted he didn’t let me finish him to the end of his orgasm. He moaned, burying his face in the pillow and side of my neck and his body convulsed with the power of his own climax. I reached up to tangle my fingers in the silky hair at the back of his head.
“Shit,” he sighed heavily when he finished.
“Are you okay?” I was so full of love for this man that I could barely speak. I closed my eyes, my arms tightening around his muscular back, my fingers stroking his skin lovingly.
“Other than a handful of jizz, I’m great,” he said, his voice was slightly amused.
“You didn’t have to do that. Catch it, I mean.”
He huffed in amusement and climbed out of bed, going into the ensuite bathroom to clean himself up. “No worries,” he said flipping on the light. I’d pulled the black-out shades, and the room that had been dark was suddenly flooded with a beam of light.
“Mommy?” Dylan called from the other room. His voice sounded frightened.
I jumped out of bed as simultaneously Jensen’s head popped out from around the corner of the doorjamb; his expression filled with concern.
“I’ll go,” I said, throwing on my robe over my skimpy pajamas. I’d have to change them, too, after I made sure my little boy was okay.
“Tell him to remember that promise I made to him… I’ll make it happen, but he needs to keep it a secret, just between us.”
“What promise?” I asked, curious.
“It’s between us,” he said wryly. “Dylan and me.”
My brow wrinkled quizzically. “Really?”
“Yep,” Jensen dismissed, coming out of the bathroom and crawling back into my bed.
“Mommy! Mommy!”
“Go,” Jensen commanded gently.
Dylan had been calling me Mom pretty much all the time, so it was clear that he was traumatized from the events of the last day and a half. I ran from the room and Ben, who had been sleeping on the sofa, met me in the hall and flipped on the light. “Is he okay?”
I put a flat hand on my brother’s chest. “He’ll be fine in time. You go back to bed.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I’ll let him know you’ll be here to play with him when he’s rested.”
“Okay. Tell him I’ll read him a book,” Ben said. “Or we can watch the Avengers, again.”
“Okay,” I said absently, already on my way to my son’s room. The hall light illuminated the room enough for me to see Dylan sitting up in bed, the white sling stark against the darkened room. “Hey, honey,” I said, moving to the side of the bed and kneeling down. “What’s wrong?” I reached for the lamp by his bedside and switched it on. “Did you have a bad dream?”
There were tears on his face as he nodded. I brushed his hair back and wiped at his tears with my fingers. I wanted to gather him close against me, but I didn’t want to hurt him. “Yeah. That man…” he looked at me with sad eyes. “Do I have to call him Dad?”
My heart dropped to my stomach, but I shook my head. “No, honey.” I didn’t know if I should ask him for the details of the dream because I didn’t want him to relive it.
“He was so mean. He hurt Remi and me,” he cried, almost sobbing and my heart broke into a million pieces.
Gently, I moved up next to Dylan on the side of the bed, sitting down, but trying not to jostle him. I put an arm around him, careful not to touch his injury. He leaned onto me, and I turned my face to kiss his forehead. “I know, baby, but the police put him in jail, and he won’t be able to hurt you anymore. Or Remi.”
He was sitting, hunched against the pillows but his chin lifted, and he met my eyes. “Or you, either?”
“Nope,” I said keeping a happy tone in my voice. “So, you don’t have to worry or have any more bad dreams, okay?”
Dylan nodded and put a little hand to his injured shoulder, but the fear eased from his eyes. “How long until I’m better? Uncle Chase said we’re going to see his next game.”
“Uncle Chase?” I asked, my brows rising.
“Yep,” he said proudly. “He said Uncle Ben can come, too, you know? So he’s not jealous or anything.”
“I know! You have a lot to look forward to! I’m sure Uncle Ben would love to come if he can get away from work, sweetheart
. He said he’d read to you or watch that superhero movie you love when you’re feeling up to it.”
“The Avengers!” Dylan perked up. “That one?”
“That’s right,” I agreed, stroking his hair with one hand. I was sitting up against the headboard of the twin bed with my son was curled into me on his good side. “And Jensen asked me to tell you he’d keep the promise he made, but it’s a secret. Just between you and Jensen.”
“I know,” Dylan said, not surprised. His response had me more curious than ever. “A promise is a promise.”
I smiled, but my eyebrows shot upward again. I was in heaven that he trusted Jensen so much. “What is it?” Curiosity got the better of me.
“I can’t tell, Mom!” Dylan said incredulously. “It’s a secret.”
I sighed through a smile. “Jensen, Ben, and Chase were so anxious to find you and Remi. They all love you so much.”
“I know,” he said, equally nonplussed. “We figured Jensey and Chase would come, but then Uncle Ben was there, too! That was awesome!”
I huffed out a small laugh. “I know! See how special you are?”
“Yup! Can we go see Remi’s new brother?”
“Maybe we can later, honey. After you sleep a bit more, have some dinner, and feel better. Maybe tomorrow would be better.”
Chase wheeled Teagan down to the ER, and after Remi had been examined, the three of them had come in to see Dylan following the procedure to reset his shoulder. Her injury wasn’t as severe, and they had all waited for Dylan to wake up from his sedation.
“Wasn’t it cool how we got to pick Mace’s name? Even though Remi was sad the baby wasn’t a sister.”
“Yes,” I leaned down to kiss the top his head, remembering. “I was happy she shared that with you.”
The ER only allowed two visitors at a time, but Remi had been a patient minutes earlier, so they allowed the exception. She sat on Teagan’s lap in the wheelchair while Chase and Jensen had gone out to the waiting room.
Remi pouted a little after she found out the baby was a boy but cheered up when Teagan reminded her that she could help name him. Dylan had asked if he could help, too, and Remi and Teagan had readily agreed.
“Mommy wants it to sound like Daddy’s name, okay babe?” Teagan coaxed.
“Like Chase?” Remi asked.
“Okay, but it can’t be Ace cuz that’s what he’s called by his fans,” Dylan had piped up.
“That’s a good point, Dylan.” Teagan smiled at me, then winked. Happiness shrouded the room; such a stark difference from the terror we felt only two hours earlier.
“So, how do we choose?” he asked.
“We can go through the alphabet.” Remi was matter-of-fact. “We just put different letters in the front!”
“Well, that’s very smart, Remi!” I said.
“That sounds like a plan, but we still have to pass it by Daddy, okay?” Teagan put in.
Both of the kids nodded in unison then proceeded to begin spouting off names left and right.
“Bace?” Dylan began, but they both wrinkled their noses.
“We gotta skip C cuz that’s my daddy’s name already. Dace?”
Teagan shook her head. “Let’s skip e,” she put in. “That won’t rhyme well.”
“Face!” Dylan’s enthusiasm made him forget the sling on his arm. During his procedure, the medical staff had injected a local anesthetic to give a few hours of pain relief, and I was grateful.
Remi and Dylan both burst out giggling.
“No,” Remi said. “Gace?”
“Hace!”
They both shook their heads in unison. Teagan made a mock motion of wiping the sweat off of her head as we both enjoyed our children’s enthusiasm for the task. “Whew!”
“Jace!” Remi said, but then she frowned. “That’s my stupid cousin’s name.”
“Remi,” Teagan reprimanded.
“Well, he’s mean!”
“I’ll talk to Aunt Kat about that, okay?”
It seemed to appease her, and she and Dylan continued through the alphabet until they arrived at M.
“How about Mace?” Dylan asked
“I think that sounds good,” Remi agreed.
“Yeah!” Dylan agreed. “That’s a good name!”
Teagan nodded, and I agreed. “I agree! It sounds sweet,” I said.
“Sweet?” Dylan protested. “It sounds cool!”
Chase loved the name the children had chosen, and it was just one more confirmation that Teagan and Chase, Remi and Jensen, had made Dylan and I a real part of their family.
“Baby Mace will be fun. He’s so cute. Wait until you meet him,” I said.
Dylan waited a beat before asking; “Will he be Jensey’s little boy, too?”
I inhaled and considered my answer carefully. “Well…. Jensey, Chase, Teagan, and Remi are family, so I think he’ll treat Mace the same as he treats Remi.”
“Oh.” He sounded disappointed. “Okay.”
“Babe, what’s wrong?” I kissed his head again. “Jensey loves you. Doesn’t he make you feel like you’re just like Remi?”
“Yeah,” he said, his expression still sad. I hoped my next sentence would cheer him up.
“Well, I think you’re special to Jensey because of your secret, right?”
“He didn’t tell you, did he?”
“Only that two of you had a secret.”
“Did he tell you what it was?” he asked accusingly, his brow furrowing deeply.
I shook my head. “Then it wouldn’t be a secret,” I soothed.
“He made me a promise,” Dylan divulged with a smile. It seemed he was so excited about it, he couldn’t keep it inside.
“He did?” My son nodded. “Well, I know he loves you, sweet pea.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
Instantly, Dylan’s face broke out into a big smile. “Really?” he asked again.
“Definitely!” I assured him. “I don’t know what the secret is, or what the promise was, but you said Jensey always keeps his promises, right?” My son nodded. “So, this one will be no different!” I bent to whisper. “But, can you give me a hint?”
Dylan grinned, bigger now. “No way!”
I ruffled his hair. “Are you hungry?”
Before Dylan could answer, Jensen knocked on the door jam. Dressed in business casual, he was ready for his plane ride to work. My heart fell a little that he had to leave and would be gone for the next two days.
“Hey, buddy. I have to go to work, but I’ll see you first thing on Tuesday morning.”
“Awwww!” my son lamented. “Do ya hafta go to work today?”
“Yeah, I have to. Your mom missed work this weekend, so someone has to make the donuts,” Jensen joked. “Besides, you’ve got Uncle Ben to keep you busy, and your grandma will be here soon, too!”
“I know.” Disappointment was written all over my son.
As Jensen came into the room, I got up from the bed so he could take my place next to Dylan. “Listen, I’m going to fix you something to eat,” I said moving to the doorway of the room. It was like the two of them didn’t hear a word I said so I lingered to watch the interaction between them.
The light from the lamp put a golden glow on both of them, and I was in awe at the admiration and hero-worship I saw on my son’s young face.
“You won’t be back at school on Tuesday, and I don’t have to work, so we’ll go out for a while, okay? We’ll get lunch and make an afternoon of it.” Jensen nudged Dylan’s chin. “Spend the day.”
“Just you and me?” Dylan asked hopefully.
“For sure.” I watched the man I love nod, and then glance over his shoulder to find me hovering. He bent to whisper something in Dylan’s ear. Apparently, it was what he wanted to hear.
“Yeah! Awesome!”
JENSEN
“This one?” I asked. Dylan was sitting on my lap, and we were looking at a tray of engagement rings.
I’d na
rrowed it down to three styles, and then I let Dylan make the final choice. We’d gone out to lunch and then to an arcade at one of the local malls. We’d had a great time eating and playing the racing games, and anything else we could find that Dylan could manage with one hand, at the arcade. He was anxious to get to the real reason for our outing.
Even though Missy and I had only known each other for a few months, there was no doubt in my mind that I wanted to marry her and raise the little guy sitting on my lap. Last Sunday, just before I’d left for the airport, I’d told him I needed his help to pick out the engagement ring for his mom so that I could be his real dad.
Dylan beamed from ear-to-ear, and Missy had looked on, perplexed. Dylan had gone from sad to excited in the matter of mere seconds. I knew our secret was driving his mother crazy, but that would make the surprise all the better in the end.
Derrick Ellington was being held without bail under federal kidnapping charges while Ben’s law enforcement connection investigated the murder of Missy’s lawyer up in Jackson Hole. The district attorney assured us that the kidnapping was an open and shut case and that it would be easy to have Ellington’s parental rights severed. I couldn’t wait for that day because it would be the day that I’d start the legal proceedings to adopt Dylan.
Chase and Teagan’s new baby was adorable, and I knew that Remi would cherish him despite her earlier rants that she didn’t want a brother. He looked just like her, and my friend was puffed up like a peacock.
Teagan was released from the hospital before her son due to the baby being premature, but he would be out soon. We were planning a family dinner in a week because Mace would be home by then. Remi and Dylan were clamoring to meet Mace, but the hospital restricted children from visiting the NICU. Jean had arrived, and Ben had flown back to Jackson Hole. Chase’s mother was still in Atlanta to help Teagan when the baby came home, and to help care for Remi. Teagan adored her mother-in-law, and the feeling was mutual.
“Yup! I think mom would love that one!” He picked up the ring he’d just pointed to and held it out for my inspection.
The salesman told us that the cushion cut diamond was one of the more unique styles. It was a rounded square and was certified colorless and flawless. It was about three-quarters of a carat, but I decided that Missy would rather have a more perfect stone than a larger, less pristine diamond. Especially if Dylan helped pick it out. The end result was a beautiful ring, and Dylan and I devised a plan on exactly how we wanted to give it to her, too.