She looks at me with a tiny bit of dilemma in her blue eyes. I run one hand through her hair then press my lips to hers. Her lips part and let me in. Our tongues twirl around together in a lazy dance.
My hands tangle up in her hair. I deepen the kiss. It’s only been a couple of days since we started actively trying for another baby and I think this is a good opportunity to get a little baby making time in and maybe get myself a chopper while I’m at it.
Two birds, one stone!
I pick her up and carry her to our bedroom while I kiss her. The kids are at their swimming lesson with Kip’s wife, Peyton. The house is empty and we’re all alone.
Lying her on the bed. I release her lips and stand up. I unbutton my shirt and slip it off then pull hers off. Her pink, lacey bra beckons me to run my fingers over it and I do.
Her chest rises as she takes in a deep breath. I reach around her and unclasp it, setting them free. I gaze at her plump, perky tits and run my fingers down her stomach to the button on her shorts.
Popping them open and taking the zipper down slow and easy, I pull them off. Leaving her matching pink panties on for the moment.
I take off the rest of my clothes while she watches me. She reaches out as I climb onto the bed and runs her hand over my abs and looks at them.
With a sigh, she says, “I really, really love your muscles.”
I smile at her and move my body down hers then take her panties off and run my hands all over her, starting at her perfect pink toes. I kiss the top of her right foot. “Do you remember how crazy it made you how over protective I was with you when we first met?”
She nods.
“And when we first had Brady. You were also uber-overprotective. It took you nearly a year to realize he wasn’t quite as fragile as you thought he was.”
I smile at her and pull her right leg up and trail my tongue over her calf, then say, “I know, I was so afraid of losing you both in the beginning.”
Steele laughs a little. “Yeah, it made you a little crazy.”
I nod and run my hand behind her knee, pulling it up and placing her foot on the bed. “It did.”
Moving back, I kiss the top of her left foot and take it in my hand, running it up the back of her leg. She smiles at me. “But I’m not being overprotective of you by telling you I think helicopters are dangerous. And I didn’t like you up in them when you were learning to fly so what makes you think I want to live with you being able to hop into one whenever you feel like it?”
“Don’t you trust me, Steele?” I ask as I bend her knee and place her left foot on the bed.
“You and trust, Arsen.” Her tits rise with the sigh she makes.
“I know, right?” I move my body between her spread legs and run my tongue over her clit. “It’s just an issue I have and always will, Steele. I need your trust. I crave it.”
Her hands run down and she plows them through my hair. “I crave you to stay alive, Arsen.”
With a tap of my tongue to her clit again I watch her eyes slowly close. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Umm hmm.”
After a little nip, I give her my all. Tongue slathering over her clit until I feel it pulsing. Her body arches and I slip a finger inside her. Her breathing goes ragged as she pants.
I move my finger in and out then in again and hook it up to put pressure on her g-spot. Her hands pound on the bed. “Arsen!” Her body arches up and her vagina clenches around my finger and she’s soaking wet in an instant.
Running my tongue up her then over her stomach where I stop and leave a kiss, I make my way up to her. Soft kisses I trail over each breast then I rest my body on hers and my lips on her mouth.
Sliding into her wet depths, I feel the pulsing of her walls around my hard cock. In and out I move as her hands roam over my back, whisper soft. Her shallow breaths fall warm against my left shoulder as I release her mouth and her head moves to it.
Keeping a slow rhythm, I kiss her neck with soft kisses. Her hands move up my back and go through my hair.
I love to feel her like this. Like a warm summer afternoon. Lazily our bodies move in unison. Her skin so soft against mine. And all I can think about is how much I love her.
Moving one hand to tangle in her silky hair, I press my lips to hers again to taste her sweet kiss. Cinnamon and honey are what she tastes like. Her hair smells like cotton candy from using the kid’s shampoo she bought for Trace.
Her body fits mine like a glove and I never want to feel another’s beneath mine again. She is all I want, all I need.
Warmth fills me as I move in and out of her. Her hands move to place them on my cheeks as she holds me to her. Kissing me back. Holding me in a way that tells me she is mine and I am hers.
Small squeezes begin inside her. Not dramatic hard pulsing, just easy little, gentle squeezes. Inside me blossoms with the adoration I have for this woman.
This perfectly, imperfect creature who I share this life with.
My love for her spills out of me and into her in a gentle wave as we kiss. I reluctantly release her mouth and we take in deep breaths. I look into her sweet eyes. “I love you, Steele. More than you will ever even understand.”
Her soft hands cradle my face. “Arsen, I love you. The love I have for you runs so deep and so true there are no doubts in my mind when it comes to you.”
I rest my forehead against hers. “I’ll let Max know I won’t be buying his chopper.”
Her hands flow over my back as she says, “No, don’t do that. You’ve never taken me for a ride yet. I’m basing everything on fear. I’m sure you’re as excellent at driving that thing as you are at everything else you do. Tell him you want it.”
“Really?” I ask as a smile spreads over my entire face and my heart speeds up.
I kiss her on the tip of her adorable nose. She giggles. “That got your heart pumping!”
Pecking little kisses all over her precious face I say, “Thank you.” After each kiss.
STEELE
Eight months have passed and Arsen did manage to knock me up again. Another boy is heading our way, and it seems he plans on making his debut earlier than expected.
With our other kids safe with Kip and Peyton, Arsen is speeding towards the hospital. “You okay over there, Momma?”
“The contractions are getting much stronger. I’m pretty sure little Brody is about to enter the world. Just hope we make it to the hospital and you don’t have to deliver this baby in the back of the suburban.” I look over my shoulder and see some toys on the back seat.
His laugh comes out nervous. “Please hold on, Baby.”
“I’m really trying. I promise I am.”
The pain is ramping up and I have a bad feeling. The other two deliveries were nothing like this. Then warm liquid gushes out of me.
“Fuck!”
Arsen’s head snaps as he looks at me. “That did not sound good!”
“My water broke. What a mess!” Tears just start pouring out of me. “The car’s ruined. I’m probably going to mess it up even more by having our baby in it. Arsen, I’m so sorry.”
“You don’t have to cry. It will clean up or I’ll get us a new one, Baby. Don’t cry.” He rakes his knuckles across my cheek.
“But it’s not going the way we planned at all.”
“Nothing ever does, Baby.” He laughs and takes my hand just as another contraction hits and this one hurts like hell.
I squeeze his hand as it makes me scream. Arsen shouts, “Breathe, Baby!”
It ends and I take in a breath. “Arsen, hurry!”
“Hang on, please hang on!”
He puts his emergency flashers on and speeds up. Moving in and out of traffic as fast as possible. But I don’t think it’ll be fast enough as another contraction hits me hard.
I remember to do the breathing and get through it but feel more fluid pushing out of me. The next one hits only seconds after that last one. I turn to look at him as the sun’s last rays leave the sky.
“Pull over.”
“No! No, no, no!” Arsen’s hands grip the wheel. “Shit!”
He hits the ‘On’ star button. A friendly woman’s voice asks, “Hello, Mr. Sloan. How can I help you this evening?”
“My wife is having a baby and I’m on the 101. Is there a hospital anywhere near my location?”
“The nearest hospital is thirteen point seven miles away. With the traffic in your area, your ETA is twenty minutes,” she says.
He looks at me and I shake my head as another contraction hits me. Through gritted teeth I say, “I don’t have that long.”
The nice lady tells us, “Take the next exit. There is a convenient store where you can pull into the parking lot. I will alert 911 of the emergency and your location. I’m connecting you to emergency services to talk you through the delivery, Mr. Sloan. Good luck, Mrs. Sloan. And congratulations to you both.”
“Thank you,” we both say.
Another pain hits me as he takes the exit and I notice his knuckles are white as they grip the steering wheel.
“It’ll be okay,” I tell him. “At least, you’ve seen this done twice before.”
“I never really paid attention to what the hell was going on down there. I was always so focused on you and keeping you calm. Shit! Why didn’t I ever pay attention to all that? Crap! Fuck me, Baby. I’m so fucking nervous!”
“Arsen. You have to get a grip! I need you to be that in control man you’re so good at being. Find that guy, quick.”
I watch him swallow hard and he pulls into the parking lot and pulls to the side of the store. I can hear sirens but they’re far away. He gets out and opens the back door.
Arsen tosses the toys off the back seat and then opens my door and picks me up and places me in the back seat. He pulls out a blanket from the far back. One we used when we went on a picnic last week.
He drapes it over me as he moves my legs to bend my knees. Then he pulls me forward until my ass is at the edge of the seat. Out of the glove box, he pulls out a pocket knife and cuts my panties off at each side.
“Glad you wore a dress, Baby,” he says. “And our son has a head full of dark hair.”
“How do you know he’ll have hair? Brady was born bald as they come.”
“Because I’m looking at the top of his little head.” He looks up at me and smiles. All calm, all cool, all in control.
That’s my man!
The sirens are getting closer and a voice comes over the car speakers.
“Hello, Mr. Sloan?”
“I’m here,” he answers,
“How’s it going? I’m Donny, the EMT headed your way. How’s our mommy doing?”
“I’ve been better,” I say then groan with another contraction.
“I have the top of the baby’s head in view, Donnie,” Arsen says.
“Well then, do you have anything to catch this kid with?”
Arsen pulls a baby blanket out of the bag I packed a few days ago when I started getting things together for my trip to the hospital I hadn’t planned on taking for another month.
“How about a baby blanket?” he asks.
“It’ll help. Babies can be pretty slick and hard to hold onto. So use it to ease the baby out with the next few contractions. Do not pull on it. Are we on time or early or late or what?”
Arsen answers as I get ready to push with the next contraction. “We are a month early and it’s a boy we’re having.”
“A month, huh? Be advised we will be taking the baby and Mommy with us as soon as we get there so the child can be taken care of ASAP. Okay, Daddy?”
“Got it.” Arsen looks at me. “I’ll be right behind you, Baby. Don’t worry.”
I nod and say, “Get ready, Arsen. I think this is it!”
He looks at me and says, “I love you, Steele. Get ready to see Brody.”
I scream out with the contraction. “I love you, Arsen!”
It seems like an eternity then I hear the little cries of Brody and look to find Arsen with tears flowing down his cheeks as he looks at the red, little, wrinkly thing in his hands.
“Hi, Son. How are you doing this fine evening?” He sniffles and holds him up. “Look who’s here, Momma.”
I smile and lie back and take a deep breath as I hear the sirens pull in and stop next to us.
Thank you, God!
ARSEN
“And that’s how Daddy was the first person to ever get to hold you, Brody.” I rock my son in the nursery we made just off our bedroom.
Brody and Steele were able to come home after just a few days at the hospital and the little guy has grown to a decent ten pounds in the last couple of months since his birth in the parking lot of ‘Habeeb’s Fine Merchandise, Beer, and Cigarettes.’
Brady has told us he’s kind of jealous of his baby brother because he was on the news the night he was born. Seems the kid was born to be in the spotlight.
The sound of footsteps come into our bedroom and I look up to see Steele making her way towards us. “Did you get him to sleep?”
I nod. “He likes to hear his story. He falls right to sleep every time.”
“Glad he does for you. Man, that colic he has, drives me crazy. Thanks for taking him. I was at my wits end.” She runs her hand over my shoulder as she walks behind me and readies his crib.
“I’m glad he needs me like he does.” I get up and take him to lie him down. “He makes me feel special.”
After I place him gently in the crib and cover him up I turn to find Steele with her arms wide open. I grab them and pull her to me and hug her with a little swaying motion.
“I think you’re special too, Mr. Sloan.”
I kiss the top of her head and inhale the sweet smell of watermelon. “New shampoo, Honey?”
“Yes, Trace and I like it. Don’t you?” She looks up at me with a grin.
“All those expensive hair products I buy you and you use the kid’s shampoo.” I shake my head at her.
“Trace likes our hair to smell the same way. What can I say?”
I put my arm around her and we leave the room and go to our bedroom. “I say, you’re a sweet mommy to do that for your daughter.”
“Trace and Brady want you to give them good-night kisses, but I already read them a book and told them you were taking the Brody shift this time. I’ll be waiting for you in our bed and just a little reminder. The doc approved sexual activities for me today.” She winks at me. “If you feel like it. I get it if you don’t.”
I pull her close to me and kiss her lips softly. “You get it, if I don’t?”
She nods. “Yeah. That was pretty gross what you had to see when you delivered the baby. My doctor said sometimes it takes dads a little while to put what they saw out of their minds. I understand. I won’t hold it against you, Arsen.”
“Baby, there is not a thing in the world that would make me think you unattractive. That was a scary but beautiful experience. If anything, it made me respect you even more. Your body had to morph to bring our children into this world. It makes me love you even more to know the torture you would go through to give me children.” I kiss her again.
Steele’s hands run over my cheeks. “You are too good, Arsen. Almost too good to be true, I think sometimes.”
I shake my head. “No, I’m not. And if I am then it’s because you helped me to become that man. I am who I am because of you being a part of my life. I shudder to think what I’d be if I told Paul to take me home that night instead of stalking you.”
“I shudder to think about all I would’ve missed out on if I hadn’t gone completely against my nature and got in the back seat of your car, Arsen. Then I let you take me like you owned me. Just not me at all,” she says as she shakes her head. “Do you ever wonder what had us acting so different?”
“I try not to wonder about it, because what is the use, anyway?” I pull her in tight to me. “But I have now and again. I was no stalker, and you were anything but my type. But there was such a strong pull when I
saw you. Like magic.”
She nods in agreement. “Like magic, Arsen.”
Her arms tighten around me. “I hope each of our children find a love like we have. I hope it doesn’t have to start with such a hard time. Man that would be hard to take.”
“That’s why I’m glad your parents didn’t know a thing about us until the day before our wedding. I bet your dad would’ve stomped my ass. As he would say.” I laugh a little, but I know it’s true.
That man is tough as hell and fiercely protective over his family. I’m lucky my shit was straight by the time I met him.
“You’re going to be just like him, you know,” she says. “Maybe that’s why we clicked so quickly. I’ve always been a bit overprotected my whole life. You came in and it felt kind of normal in an abnormal way.”
We laugh and hug and then I kiss her once more before I go kiss my other children good night.
I never thought there would be a woman who would come into my life one day and make it all alright. Not even my mother made it alright. Steele is my angel and I’ll always treat her like one.
For forever and a day…
And they all lived happily ever after
THE END
The Secrets Series
A Billionaire Romance Series
By Michelle Love
“Max Lane is about to turn thirty and to settle down is in the forefront of his mind. His taste in women doesn’t make his choices in finding a wife and future mother of his children easy. Wealthy, gorgeous women with long legs and luscious bodies are great until you have to deal with their entitled attitudes which is something the young billionaire neither has nor finds attractive.
Alexis Mathews is a freelance accountant who comes into Max’s life just as he’s ready to make some changes to it. Initially, he takes her on as a project, but soon realizes he’d like to keep her for himself. Alexis’ long time insecurities make it hard for her to believe she’s the right girl for a man of Max’s wealth.”
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