The Yeah, Baby Series: Limited Edition 9 Book Set

by Fiona Davenport

  Now seemed as good a time as any to start this conversation. I took Carter back to his room and set him down then turned on the monitor and grabbed the other half before returning to the living room. I took a seat on the couch and held out a hand, beckoning her forward. “C’mere,” I urged. When she didn’t make a move right away, I scowled. “Aspen,” I warned in a dark tone. “Get your ass over here.”

  Her eyes narrowed, but she made her way over and plopped down on the other end of the couch. “For fuck’s sake,” I muttered. “Were you always this stubborn?” Reaching out, I snaked a hand around her waist and hauled her over, not just to my side, but into my lap, and locked my arms around her.

  I settled back, getting comfy, and after a minute, she gave in and relaxed against my chest. “It’s time for you admit that you’re mine, beautiful.” I kissed the top of her head and squeezed her a little closer.

  “Have you heard me disputing that?” she asked sassily.

  I stamped down a chuckle at her cheeky question. “I’m just making things as clear as possible. There have been enough misunderstandings between us already.”

  She put a hand on my chest and laid her head next to it, right over my heart, making a small sound of agreement.

  “I asked the realtor to expedite everything and we’ll be moving in less than three weeks.”

  At that, she sat up abruptly and stared at me with wide eyes. “About that,” she started. My brow furrowed in suspicion, quite sure I wasn’t going to like whatever shit she said next. “It’s an incredible house, Weston. But, I could never afford to live there with you. I don’t start back at work for another week. And even then, I wouldn’t be able to contribute much to the expenses.”

  I sat back and processed what she’d just said. Then laughter bubbled up and I couldn’t keep it in. Her cute little glare only amused me even more. “You’re fucking adorable.” I said when I’d calmed. “I’m going to pretend you were joking and only say this once, because if it happens again, I’ll be insulted and spank your sweet little ass.”

  Her mouth dropped open in a little O of surprise, but I passed it right on by and kept talking. “I take care of my family”—I stabbed my chest with my thumb—“Got it? You can work if you want to, or not. But under no circumstances will you be paying for anything.”

  She started to shake her head and I cradled her face in my hands, stopping her protests with a deep, wet kiss. “Besides,” I continued after I pulled back. “My grandparents left me a trust and I don’t exactly make peanuts in the CIA.” I smiled, my humor dissolving into love, and I allowed her to see some of my vulnerability. “Please, Aspen. Don’t argue with me. Just let me take care of you. Let me be your man, the person who protects you and makes sure you want for nothing.”

  She glanced away and I held my breath, I wouldn’t give up. Ever. But, I was hoping she would start to drop her walls. When her mocha eyes zeroed back in on my face, I blew out the air I’d kept captured in my lungs. Her eyes were dancing and she smiled slyly at me.

  “Are you asking me to be a kept woman, Weston Davis?”

  I threw my head back and roared with laughter until tears leaked from my eyes. Aspen was giggling along with me and as my laughter faded, I silently appreciated the vision she made. Her eyes sparkled, her cheeks were flushed with a sweet pink, and she looked so fucking beautiful.

  My mouth crashed down over hers, swallowing the last of her chuckles. She moaned, and I was suddenly hard as a rock. I curled my fingers around her hips and shifted her off my lap, setting her beside me. Without breaking our kiss, I lowered her down and covered her body with mine.

  I ground my pelvis down and groaned, my lips moving down, leaving a trail of love bites. My fingers went to the snap of her jeans and a cry caused us both to freeze. We waited, suspended in silence to see if Carter would settle back down. He coughed and then whimpered. I dropped my head down to rest on Aspen’s chest, both of us breathing heavy. “Cock-blocking me already,” I muttered wryly.

  Aspen snickered and pushed at my chest until I rolled to the side and let her up. I closed my eyes as she walked away, knowing the view from behind would severely hinder my attempts to get back under control.

  It took less time than I thought it would to get moved into our house. I realized it was because Aspen had so few belongings. It was clear she had put everything she had into whatever she thought Carter needed. My heartstrings tugged and I vowed to make sure my girl would spend the rest of her life being worshipped and spoiled.

  I’d retrieved my bike from Jenna’s and it was now parked in our four car garage with my brand new SUV. The safest one on the market. Aspen was pretty pissed when she woke up one day to find her piece of shit car gone. I used my tongue to convince her and when she saw her shiny new car, it did the rest.

  I’d found my family such a short time ago and we were about to spend our first night together under our new roof. My patience had run out, and even though I knew I should feel guilty for not planning an elaborate proposal, I didn’t. I felt desperate and driven.

  I changed Carter and got him ready for bed. “You ready buddy?” I asked him. “It’s your big debut.” He gurgled happily at me and I lifted him into my arms, making a crazy face and falling in love all over again at the sight of his toothless grin.

  We went in search of Aspen and found her curled up on the bed in our master suite. The move had taken a lot out of her and she’d been exhausted for a few days. She was on her side, facing the middle of the bed. I laid Carter next to her, grabbed a little box from my pocket, and then joined them. I gave Carter the tiny, plastic children’s block and he immediately put it to his mouth and started gnawing on it. I rumbled with quiet laughter and let him have at it for the moment.

  Our little boy squirmed between us and before I could gently wake Aspen, he grabbed onto her nose.

  Her eyes popped open and her face broke out into a bright smile. “Wow,” she breathed. “I’m a lucky girl, getting to wake up to two such handsome guys.”

  A corner of my mouth kicked up and I winked at her. “If anyone is the lucky one, it’s me and Carter, sweetheart.” I tilted my head in his direction. “I think your son has something for you.”

  Her eyes fell to Carter and she noticed his current chew toy. She raised an eyebrow and gently removed it from his mouth. “I don’t think—” she broke off when she detected the sound of something bouncing around the inside of the toy. Flipping it over, she pulled out the little plastic stopper and shook it until something shiny fell into her waiting hand.

  Her fist immediately closed around it and she closed her eyes, drawing in a rapid breath. She stayed that way for a couple of heart beats and then exhaled slowly. Her lashes lifted from where they were resting on her high cheek bones and she stared at her clenched fist.

  “Are you going to open it?” I asked on a laugh.

  One by one, each of her fingers unfurled until her palm was open and she could see a platinum band surrounded with diamonds, except for a solitary colored gem breaking the pattern.

  “It’s a mother’s ring,” I explained. I could swear that I saw a flash of disappointment, but her expression smoothed so fast I wasn’t sure it had been there at all.

  “Carter’s birthstone,” she murmured, running her finger over the surface.

  “We’ll replace the diamonds with the other birthstones as we have kids.”

  “Pretty presumptuous, Agent Davis,” she quipped and tossed me a sassy grin.

  “Confident,” I corrected.

  Looking back down at it, she smiled genuinely. “I love it. Thank you, Carter.” Leaning down, she kissed his forehead and the tip of his nose.

  “Well, now I’m just jealous,” I drawled. “I think I need a little of your gratitude sent my way too.” She gave me a sideways grin, and then focused on the ring as she slid it onto the third ring finger of her right hand.

  “Nope, I just can’t do it,” I snipped. “I’m sorry, Carter, but I can’t let you have all
the limelight.” My head shook in mock regret. “You’ve left me no choice but to top your gift.”

  Aspen dissolved into laughter and while she was distracted, I took the opportunity to retrieve another box, this one covered in white velvet. I popped the top and waited for her giggles to stop, silently waiting until her eyes finally locked onto the item inside.

  8

  Aspen

  There was no mistaking it like I’d done with the mother’s ring—the huge round solitaire diamond on a platinum band, with smaller diamonds on either side, could be nothing but an engagement ring. Weston hadn’t asked the big question yet, but I was ready to scream out my answer. The moment was perfect, and I loved him even more for including our beautiful baby boy in it.

  “How about it, beautiful? You ready to make honest men of Carter and me? Or do you want to continue living in sin and shocking the hell out of our new neighbors?”

  “I don’t know,” I drawled. “I kind of like all the sin we have going on around here.”

  His heated eyes swept down my body, sending shivers along my spine. “You can be damn sure your new husband won’t shirk his duties when it comes to sinning.”

  “My new husband, huh?” I narrowed my eyes and raised a brow. “It sounds to me like you’ve already decided what my answer is going to be.”

  “It’s the only answer I’m willing to accept,” he murmured, leaning over Carter until his lips were less than an inch from mine as he stared into my eyes. “I love you. You love me. We both love Carter, and I’m doing my best to make sure he gets a baby brother or sister soon. Seems to me like there’s really only one answer to give.”

  “You love me?” I gasped, tears filling my eyes at finally hearing those three little words from his lips.

  “Hell yes, I love you, and I’ll spend every day of our lives together showing you exactly how much if you’ll just put me out of my misery and tell me you’ll be my wife.”

  “Well when you put it that way, I guess I’d better say yes.”

  He captured my lips in a kiss which was interrupted when Carter let out a cooing sound from between us.

  “That’s our little cock-blocker,” Weston groaned, pulling away from me to lift Carter from the bed.

  “Just think, if you knock me up again right away, we’ll have twice as many children to interrupt us,” I giggled, following after them.

  “I’m an operations officer for the CIA, I think I can maneuver around as many kids as we decide to have when it comes to getting inside your sweet pussy.”

  “Promises, promises.”

  “One I can guarantee I’ll keep as soon as this little cock-blocker is asleep.”

  Weston fulfilled his promise seven hours later, lifting me off the couch and carrying me to our bedroom as soon as he’d gotten Carter down for the night.

  “How about I show you exactly how much I love you?” he breathed out as his lips trailed down my neck.

  I slid my arms down his chest and yanked his shirt up and over his head.

  “You better be careful or else I might drop you,” he warned.

  “Oh, please,” I laughed. “You’d never do any such thing.”

  He responded by tossing me onto our bed. “I think I just did.”

  “Dropping me onto the mattress doesn’t count.” He followed me down and hovered over me. I reached out and traced one of his newer tattoos, a leaf right over his heart. He’d told me about the ones on his knuckles that he’d had to get as part of some kind of rite of passage with the criminal organization he’d gone undercover in while he’d been gone. But he hadn’t explained the leaf yet. “You never did say why you got this one.”

  “I wanted you inked on my skin, and this was the only way I could think of that wouldn’t lead to any questions about you or having them assume it had anything to do with a woman at all.”

  I flattened my palm on his chest. “Me?”

  “It’s not just any leaf. It’s from an aspen tree.”

  “I can’t believe you did this for me,” I breathed out, amazed once again by the proof of how much he’d carried me with him while he’d been gone.

  “Do you like it?”

  “I don’t just like it. I love it.”

  “You want to show me your appreciation?” he asked with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Wrap those pretty lips of yours around my cock and suck it.”

  I loved when he talked dirty and told me what he wanted. I crawled to the edge of the mattress in front of where he stood. He stripped off his jeans and shoved his boxers down his legs. His cock was level with my mouth, and I leaned over to lick the drop of pre-come glistening on his tip, making him groan.

  I licked up and down his length, paying particular attention to the silver balls on either side of the head, and then sucked him into my mouth as far as I could go. His hands tangled in my hair, directing the speed and depth at which I slid his cock in and out of my mouth. Just as his hips started to pump along with the bobbing of my head, he pulled out of my mouth.

  “Nooo,” I moaned, desperate to taste him more.

  “I’m not coming without you,” he growled. “You can have your sexy lips wrapped around me again, but I want you to do it with my face buried in your sweet pussy.” He stripped me out of my clothes before dropping onto the mattress next to me. “Slide your ass up here and give me your pussy, beautiful.”

  I scooted backwards and straddled his face, hovering over him until he grabbed my hips and yanked me onto his lips. I leaned forward and sucked his hardened length back into my mouth and swirled my tongue over the head. I wasn’t going to last long, not with the way he was devouring my pussy, but I was determined to take him with me.

  My cheeks hollowed out as I sucked hard, humming against him to add a bit of vibration. His hips surged in rhythm with my movements, his tongue lapping at my clit while two of his fingers thrust in and out of me. Tilting to one side, I stroked a finger down his balls and pushed against the skin just underneath them. He moaned again, his cock jerking in my mouth, and twisted his hand to rub me in just the right place. It was enough to send me flying over the edge. As I shuddered from the sheer force of my climax, his cock pulsed in my mouth as I swallowed down his come.

  “Holy fucking shit,” he whispered as he lifted me up and settled me against his chest. “If that’s the kind of reaction I’m going to get from you, I think I should book an appointment for a new tattoo tomorrow.”

  “If you want to stamp my name on your butt, I’m certainly not going to complain,” I rasped out.

  “I want your name on my skin,” he murmured as he pulled me tight. “And would just about kill to have mine on yours.”

  “I don’t know about that.” I’d never thought about getting a tattoo before, but the yearning in his tone called to me. Resting my head against his chest, I lay there and thought about where I’d get one if I ever decided to grant his wish as I drifted off to sleep.

  I woke to the sound of Weston’s raspy voice, whispering in my ear. “Hey, beautiful. I’ve got to head downtown.”

  I cracked one eye open and looked at him blearily. We’d celebrated our engagement so many times last night that I’d barely gotten a couple hours of sleep. I was surprised to find him dressed in a black suit, white dress shirt, and a black and forest green tie. He looked damn sexy all dressed up, but my mind was having a hard time processing why he was awake and ready to go so early.

  “What’s going on?” I asked, pushing up onto my elbows.

  “No, don’t get up,” he urged, pressing me back into the mattress. “Carter’s still sleeping and you need more rest.”

  “So do you.”

  “I wish I could climb back in there with you, but I got a call from my controller. He’s in town and wants to talk to me. It sounded urgent, and Justice isn’t the kind of guy to wait around for anyone. I’ve got to talk to him about a transfer to the Atlanta office anyway.”

  “He could have at least given you a little notice,” I grumbled. “He sound
s like a jerk to me.”

  “Nah, he’s just a guy who hates being away from home and wants to get back to his pregnant wife and daughter as soon as possible.” He dropped a kiss onto my flat belly. “I figure, the least I can do is drag myself out of bed and meet up with him at the ass crack of dawn if it means he can get home to them today, instead of tomorrow.”

  “So darn tough on the outside, but you’re really a marshmallow on the inside.”

  He mock scowled at me, but I saw the humor in his eyes. “Only with you and Carter, beautiful.”

  “Hurry back?”

  “Always,” he promised.

  I drifted back to sleep shortly after hearing the garage door close and the roar of his motorcycle. I dreamed of riding behind him, my body wrapped tightly around his. Things were just getting good when the sound of a ringing phone interrupted my fantasies. It was the landline Weston had insisted we needed, and it was the first time we’d ever received a call on it. I leapt for the phone, hoping like heck that the sound wouldn’t wake Carter.

  “Hello?” I answered, half listening to the caller’s reply while also focusing on the baby monitor for any sounds coming from the nursery.

  “— Wes.”

  My attention centered on the call when I realized it was a woman’s voice asking for my man and using a nickname for him while doing so. I didn’t like her tone of voice when she said it either, not even a little bit.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t quite catch that. Who’s calling?”

  “Sorry, sweetie,” she said in an incredibly fake tone of voice. “I have no idea who you are, so why don’t you get Wes and put him on the line?”

  “First of all, Wes isn’t here. Secondly, I’m the woman in his bed, down the hall from our baby, wearing his ring on her finger. That’s who I am. Who the hell are you?” I snapped, beyond pissed the heck off.