The Yeah, Baby Series: Limited Edition 9 Book Set

by Fiona Davenport

  I couldn’t hide behind the pillow anymore. She was right, I was a complete sucker for my kids.

  “I guess I’ll have to wear something else to bed since ours will be so crowded,” she called after she disappeared around the corner.

  I quickly followed after her. “Something else?”

  She glanced back with a smug smile. “Well, not so much something else as plain old something instead of nothing at all.”

  I hurried down the hall and into my daughter’s bedroom, Ellie’s laughter trailing behind me. Holding Addy, we checked the closet, under the bed, and every nook and crevice for monsters.

  “See, baby girl? Nothing to be afraid of,” I crooned, kissing her forehead. I bent to lay her in her new toddler, princess bed, but she clung tightly to me.

  “Stay, Daddy?” she begged, tugging at my heartstrings. However, it had been a week since Ellie and I had an early night like this, one where we both weren’t too tired for more than a quick fuck. I was dying to make love to my wife, to worship every inch of her delectable body, to taste her honey.

  “Can you be my best girl, Addy? Show me how brave you are?” Her eyes teared up again and I swore a violent streak of curses for the shit I was going to take from Ellie for what I was about to do. Not to mention the shit from Bailey, Wyatt, and my dad, because Ellie would be on the phone first thing when she found out. My dick didn’t give a fuck, so I gave up trying. “If you go right to sleep and be brave, you can have some of your birthday cake for breakfast.”

  Her eyes got wide, suddenly dry with no evidence of tears, and a smile spread over her sweet face as she nodded vigorously.

  “Okay,” I said as I tucked her in. “The faster you go to sleep, the faster morning will be here and you can have cake.”

  She immediately scrunched her eyes shut and snuggled into the teddy bear I placed in her arms. When she was settled, I raced to my bedroom, halting in disappointment when my wife wasn’t waiting naked in bed for me.

  Then I noticed the trail of clothes on the floor leading to the bathroom. When I opened the door, I stopped to admire the view of Ellie standing in the shower under the hot spray of water, cascading down her incredible body.

  I shed my clothes at lightning speed and stepped in behind her, pulling her back against me and cupping her full tits. I fucking loved her body and it only got more luscious and beautiful with every baby.

  “You promised her cake, didn’t you?” she asked.

  I ignored her and slipped a hand down to play with her pussy, making her moan. I was so fucking hard, I was afraid it would only take one shift of her hips to make me explode. But, I wanted a taste first.

  I dropped to my knees and turned her so I was at eye level with her pretty pussy. “I’ve missed your honey, baby.” A long, slow lick had her shuddering with need. I ate her pussy, savoring every bite, lick, and suck. I made her come twice before I was satisfied and surged to my feet, lifting her off the ground and impaling her as I pressed her against the wall.

  “Oh fuck! You feel so good, baby.”

  She squeezed her inner muscles and I was on the verge of coming, so I began to pump into her, while I played with her clit. She was crying out and meeting my every thrust with her hips.

  “You ready, baby? I’m going to come, Ellie! Fuck, I need you to come!”

  Suddenly, she froze and I reared back in surprise.

  “Condom, Jack,” she panted.

  I scowled. “Fuck the condom, Ellie. I only take you bare.”

  She mirrored my dark expression and opened her mouth to argue, but I didn’t let her get a word out before covering her mouth with my own and driving in two more times, setting us both off.

  After we had Addy, I’d agreed to wear a condom until Ellie was ready to try again, but the first time I tried it, I couldn’t feel her and I pulled out, tore it off, and dove back inside. She was pretty pissed when she turned up pregnant three months later. I thought it was fucking fantastic and I told her so. She accused me of being a Neanderthal and stormed out of the room. With a little chocolate and a whole lot of eating her pussy, it didn’t take me long to convince her to forgive me.

  “Dad!” Addy yelled, banging on our bedroom door. “I know you’re in there!”

  I lifted my mouth from where I was devouring Ellie’s honey and frowned. “Adult time, Addy!” I shouted, grateful I remembered to lock the door.

  Ellie chortled and I glared at her.

  “Why do I have to watch the other kids?” she whined.

  “Because I said so. Now, go be a good daughter and give your mom and I some alone time.”

  She stomped away from the door, muttering loudly, “You better not be giving me another brother or sister!”

  Ellie was all out laughing and I scowled. She held her hands up in a sign of surrender. “Hey, you’re the one who decided five was the magic number.”

  The dark look on my face must have morphed into complete and utter shock because Ellie rolled her eyes and gave me a dry look.

  “Five?” I croaked.

  “Yup. What did you think would happen when you couldn’t keep a rubber on your giant cock?”

  I tried, I really did, but every time I felt something between us, I couldn’t stand it. It was like I couldn’t breathe until we were one.

  After a moment the shock wore off and a smug smile crossed my face. I looked down at her currently flat stomach. Way to go, boys.

  Bonus Scene: A Puppy!

  Ellison

  When Jack opened the front door and peeked his head inside with a mischievous look in his chocolate brown eyes, I should have known he was up to something. His dark hair was even more tousled than usual, and his tie looked like one of his patients had nibbled on it. If he’d had our youngest son with him, I would have understood the slobber on his tie. Ethan was twenty months old and his second set of molars were coming in, so he considered anything in the vicinity of his mouth fair game. But all the kids had been home with me today. All morning.

  I was trying to get the house ready for Addy’s tenth birthday party since we were about to be invaded by a swarm of her school friends. Jack had up and disappeared on me bright and early this morning. He’d claimed something urgent had come up at the hospital as he left me collapsed on our bed, boneless from the orgasm he’d given me. Before I’d been able to argue, he was gone.

  Narrowing my eyes at him, I placed my hands on my hips and tried to give him the death glare. I felt myself quickly weakening, though, when he flashed me a boyish grin. “It’s about time you made it back home. Addy’s friends are going to be here any minute now.”

  “Sorry, baby.” His tone was apologetic, but his expression hadn’t changed at all, and he still hadn’t stepped through the door. He was definitely up to something. “I didn’t think it would take me this long, or I would have let you in on the surprise.”

  “Surprise?” I wasn’t sure I liked the sound of that. Especially not on Addy’s birthday, since our oldest girl had her daddy firmly wrapped around her finger. And then I heard it, a soft whining sound coming from behind Jack. He hadn’t.

  “A surprise, Daddy?” Addy gasped behind me, racing past me. “Please, please, please tell me it’s what I hope it is!”

  Before he pulled the little white ball of fluff from behind his back, I knew. He really had.

  “A puppy!” she squealed. “This is the best birthday ever, Daddy!”

  “Yes, Daddy. The best birthday ever,” I agreed wryly. How could I really be upset when my baby girl was so happy? Although, it would have been nice if I’d known he was going to get her the puppy today. He’d just gotten me to agree to one this morning, right after he’d given me an orgasm.

  Addy sat on the floor, her present crawling all over her. “Is it a boy or a girl puppy?”

  “A boy,” Jack answered, smiling down at our daughter before looking up at me. “A West Highland White Terrier. He’s low shed, low dander, and built like a tank, so he can withstand the craziness of living with
our five kids.”

  “Sounds like you put a lot of thought into this,” I murmured, determined to give him a little bit of hell for this. Not too much, though, since he had gotten my okay before actually buying the puppy and bringing it home. “I’m amazed you were able to pick the perfect breed, find a litter of puppies, and select this one all this morning.”

  “Well, I might have had a little bit of a head start,” he admitted sheepishly.

  “Mmmhmm,” I hummed.

  “Do I get to name him?” Addy asked.

  “Sure, baby girl.”

  “How about you pick two names and then Daddy and I will choose between them?” I added.

  Her eyes turned mischievous, so much like her father’s that my heart melted. “Okay, Mommy. We can name him Woofie or Martin.”

  Woofie or Martin? Yeah, my daughter knew how to get what she wanted. We went with Woofie. Obviously.

  Dance With Me, Baby

  Guy Rule: No falling for a one-night stand.

  Declan McGowen knew the beautiful ballerina with violet eyes was his the moment he first saw her. He doesn’t want to let her go after their one passionate night together, but he doesn’t have a choice. Not when her first international tour means the world to her.

  Juliette Moureaux spent four long months dreaming about her night with Declan. She never thought she’d see him again, but she underestimated his need for her. Declan hunts her down her first night back—right after she's just found out she’s pregnant with his baby.

  Prologue

  Declan

  I’ve never really cared about ballet. That’s not to say I didn’t like it, I simply hadn’t thought about it. As a doctor, I didn’t have a lot of time for new hobbies and interests. But, when your best friend’s incredibly pregnant wife has tickets to see New York City Ballet perform La Bayadère and she starts crying when you politely decline… That’s how I ended up spending my first night off in over a month watching flying tutus and men in tights.

  There really were no bad seats in the theatre, but sitting in left center orchestra was how the ballet became the center of my world. Or, more accurately, one specific ballet dancer. She was dancing on my side of the stage, her pink costume hugging her long, lithe body in all of the right places. Under the bright lights, her skin looked lustrous and her brown hair shimmered in its slicked back bun.

  I was completely captivated and she became the star of the performance. At one point, her eyes swept over our section and my breath caught in my throat as I viewed gorgeous violet eyes. For a brief moment, our gazes collided and I swore the world stopped turning.

  My body came to life for the first time in, I didn’t even know how long. My heart was racing, my skin tingling, and my trousers were uncomfortably tight for the rest of the show, but I barely noticed.

  When the last song was played and the dancers had retreated from the stage, I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I was hoping for even just the tiniest glimpse of my ballerina.

  “Declan.”

  I was hurtled back into the real world by the sound of Nancy’s voice and her hand on my shoulder. She and Kevin were standing in the row, looking at me curiously.

  “Are you ready to go?” she asked. I nodded and stood, hoping the dim lighting hid the heat on my face. We exited into the aisle and Nancy slipped her arm through mine, looking up at me excitedly. “I have a surprise for you!”

  Kevin groaned. “Nancy, you didn’t.” He glared at where her hands grasped my arm and quickly pulled her away, tucking her into his side.

  She looked at him with wide, innocent eyes. “What?” He just shook his head, and she shrugged before turning back to me. “My friend Lisa just joined NYCB and tonight was her first performance with them.”

  I narrowed my eyes at Nancy but tried to keep the dark scowl off of my face. I reserved it for Kevin instead.

  He put up his arms up in surrender. “Dude, I had nothing to do with this.”

  Nancy huffed, ignoring him and chattering on about her friend. I pretended to listen while my mind wandered back to my ballerina.

  “She invited us to get together with some of the cast—”

  That got my attention. “Wait, what?”

  “We’re”—she jerked her thumb at Kevin—“going to a cast party if you want to come. I really think you’d like Lisa. Please?”

  Even if I could have resisted her begging, watery eyes, it wasn’t necessary. What if my girl was there? This was my chance to find her. “Sure, why not?” Nancy squealed excitedly, and I decided not to burst her little bubble by telling her I had no intention of getting to know her friend.

  Somebody had booked a large industrial loft in Soho and there had to be at least two hundred people milling around. At six foot four, I stood at least a head taller than most of the room’s occupants and I continually swept the crowd in search of a pair of stunning violet eyes.

  Nancy had the opposite problem and couldn’t see much from her perch at barely over five feet. “Stay right here,” she told me, patting my arm. “I’ll go find my friend.” Kevin grabbed her hand before she could get lost in the throngs of people.

  “This is your chance, Dec. Make a run for it,” he murmured loud enough from my ears only. I took his advice and started wading through the crowd in the opposite direction. An hour later, I was incredibly frustrated and starting to lose hope. I paused by a large, floor-to-ceiling window and scanned the crowd again.

  I shifted and something dug into my back prompting me to look down at the source of my discomfort. It wasn’t a window; it was a door. Pushing down the handle, I stepped out into the night, the crisp fall air blowing across a rooftop terrace. I let the door swing closed behind me and walked over to a tall, metal railing. The view of the city was incredible, but it was nothing compared to what I saw when I glanced to my left.

  A small group of people in a cozy seating area, huddled around an outdoor heater, chatting and laughing. My eyes were completely fixated on a brunette with high cheekbones, almond shaped eyes, and a cupid’s bow mouth.

  She threw her head back and laughed, and I wanted to trace the graceful lines of her neck with my tongue. Her fuzzy blue sweater was formfitting and, per position, thrust her chest forward. Like many professional dancers, her tits were not large, but fuck, they were spectacular.

  As though pulled by an invisible line, I began to approach the group, my eyes trained solely on my ballerina. The rest of the group, the terrace, everything, it all faded away. At about five feet away, her head lifted and rotated in my direction. Just like before, our gazes locked, but this time, she didn’t have the performance to tear her away.

  I closed the rest of the gap and stood next to her chair, looming over her. That’s when I noticed the silence, and I broke our connection to see several pairs of eyes studying me.

  “Do you mind if I borrow this beautiful lady?” I asked lightly, making sure there was pleasant humor in my tone. I didn’t want to scare her off by betraying how desperately I wanted to simply toss her over my shoulder and run away to some place where I could keep her all to myself.

  More silence. I held my hand out to my violet-eyed girl and waited. I hoped somewhere inside her, she understood that if she accepted this gesture, she would no longer have a choice. She would be mine.

  It was the longest seconds of my life, but then she placed her hand in mine and sealed her fate. I helped her to stand and then placed my hand on the small of her back and led her away to a dark, empty corner of the roof.

  When we were hidden from the view of others, I ran out of patience and slowly lowered my mouth to hers. At first, it was a few light brushes, but it wasn’t enough, so I licked along her bottom lip, requesting entrance. She parted them immediately, earning a growl of approval from deep in my chest. My hands had found their way to her lower back, and I clenched the fabric in my fists as I pulled her body flush against mine.

  She tasted amazing, and the sound of a soft moan took my annoying erection straight to a fucking
baseball bat. Damn, I wanted her. I needed privacy, a bed, and our naked skin touching.

  I finally lifted my head and smiled at the dazed expression on her face. “What is your name, my beautiful ballerina?”

  “Juliette,” she whispered. “Juliette Moureaux.”

  Even her name was sexy. I ran a finger across her cupid’s bow. “Juliette,” I repeated, loving the way her name rolled off of my tongue. “I’m Declan McGowan.”

  I kissed her again, unable to stop myself, and when I was on the very brink of losing it and fucking her against the wall, I tore my lips away. Looking deeply into her eyes, I decided to take a leap. Going slow wasn’t my style. When I wanted something, I went after it, full speed ahead. She might as well learn that about me from the get-go.

  “Come home with me,” I demanded, careful to keep my voice gentle but firm.

  She pursed her lips, which was insanely adorable, and only made my desire for her grow. Her expression tinged with worry, and I knew I wasn’t going to be happy about whatever she said next.

  “I’ve never done something like that. I’m so tempted, Declan, you have no idea, but—”

  “Good,” I interrupted her, not the least interested in what she had to say after “but.” I started to guide her back inside until she stopped and tugged my suit coat to keep me from continuing.

  “But, I’m not sure it’s a good idea. I’m leaving tomorrow for a four month, international tour.”

  Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. Tomorrow? I grabbed her hand and held it tight, I couldn’t let her go. Could I? No, I had to convince her to stay. “All the more reason for us to make the most of this night.” I almost choked on the words.

  “The thing is . . . there’s something about you, Declan. I just know you’re someone I could fall really hard for.”

  That was it, I was done with the conversation. I lifted her against my chest and went inside, threading my way through the crowd until I reached the nearest exit. To my surprise, she wound her arms around my neck and laid her head on my chest, not uttering another word of protest. When I reached the sidewalk, I told her to hold on and raised my hand from her back to hail a cab.