Cook Brothers: The Whole Flipping Family

by BJ Harvey

  While I’m frozen, taking everything in, Gilly’s hands go to work on my pants as I snap out of my lust-filled stupor and tear my T-shirt over my head. By the time I’m done, my jeans are gone, and she’s on her knees in front of me, her fist wrapped around my cock, and a devious smile directed up at me.

  “Sweetheart, get back up—”

  The first swipe of her tongue over the head of my cock renders me speechless. By the time she strokes her tight grip down my cock and takes the shaft deep in her mouth, my fingers are tangling gently in her hair, and I’m locking my knees to stop me from thrusting forward or sinking to the floor. It feels so fucking good, and it’s been so long that I swear this is the best damn blow job she’s ever given me—that I’ve ever had—in my entire life.

  I lock my eyes on hers as she continues to move her hand, mouth, lips, and teeth up and down, the heat blazing in her gaze almost enough to send me head first over the edge of the cliff.

  I’m already harder than I ever thought possible, and I need to make her come at least once before I make love to her for the first time as the us we are now.

  But although I’m desperate to do exactly that, I want to take my time with her.

  I take a step back until my legs hit the mattress. I move closer to the headboard, offering myself up for her. With hooded eyes, Gilly slowly moves to her feet before putting a knee to the bed and dragging her mouth up my legs, alternating sides, nipping the sensitive skin on the inside of my thighs before ghosting a warm breath over my jerking cock.

  “I’m liking where this is going,” she murmurs before she runs her tongue over my balls and along my cock from base to tip, wrapping her lips around the head and locking eyes with me before sucking hard. Her hands start to roam, running over my stomach, my chest, and back along my arms until she laces her fingers with mine, holding them down at my sides.

  It takes everything in me to lie there and take what she’s doing to me, but when she releases my hands, grips my ass and urges me to lift my hips and push my cock deep inside her mouth, I quickly lose control.

  I cover her hand with my own to stop her, gritting my teeth, and willing the pressure at the base of my spine to ease off so I can see to her again first. She looks up at me and arches her brow as she circles the head of my cock with the tip of her tongue.

  “Get up here,” I growl before knifing up, hooking my arms under her shoulders and lifting her over me. I flip her on her back, bracing my weight to the side, easing the pressure on my dick as I try to fight the urge to grind against her leg.

  Bracing my hands on the mattress, I press my body into her, touching my forehead to her temple and breathing her in. I love how responsive she is with her flushed cheeks, hooded eyes, and satisfyingly swollen lips.

  “You ready for more, sweetheart?” I ask, slowly rolling my pelvis against her core.

  “God, yes,” she pants, still catching her breath. She grabs my head with both hands and jerks my mouth down on hers, thrusting her tongue between my lips before rolling it around mine, earning a loud groan from me.

  “Let it be stated for the record that I was enjoying your cock in my mouth,” she huffs with a smirk.

  I grin. “There’s plenty of time for you to do plenty more of that later.” I dip my head closer to hers. “But I’ve waited far too long to slide inside you again and right now…” I roll my hips back and forward, gliding my pulsing length through her sex. “I want to feel you all around me.” I run my tongue along her bottom lip in much the same way she just did to my cock. “Wet…” I delve inside for a deep, hard, and fast kiss. “Hot…” I pull back my hips and reach down to position myself at her entrance, “and deep…” Then I slide so slowly inside her I have to grit my teeth to absorb just how fucking amazing it feels to be back where I belong.

  Her low, keening moan fills the air as I fill her to the hilt, her arms wrapping around my shoulders and pulling me down onto her.

  “So… damn… good,” she whimpers, pressing her lips to mine and holding them there. The fingers of one hand grip my hair and pull it tight

  Gilly hooks her leg around my hip and digs the heel of her foot into my ass. She presses her lips to mine. “I need you, Ez. It’s been too damn long since I felt you—”

  I steal her words right out of her mouth, thrusting my tongue between her lips as I slowly bury my cock inside her. I jerk my head up just in time to see that look of bliss I’ve missed.

  There’s nothing like the feel of Gilly, but this time she’s wetter, hotter, and absolutely perfect.

  Our hips move together, each thrust and roll, each stroke in and out, back and forth, driving me higher. My body is so amplified with sensation that my fast-approaching orgasm has me scared for my survival.

  Snaking my hand between our bodies, I frame my fingers around the base of my cock, feeling every stroke as I glide in and out. I rub my thumb over her clit as our mouths meet in a frenzied kiss, her nails biting into my skin. She arches her back and grinds her hips against mine. She pants into my mouth, her whimpers and cries sending waves of pleasure straight down my back to the base of my cock, making it throb harder and faster.

  I fight against my self-control when Gilly starts clenching around my cock, her movements going from slow to frantic as our mouths devour each other. I push myself deeper, faster, willing her to come so I can give myself over too.

  She moans against my lips one last time, and I lose it, letting myself go. I thrust into her twice more before my climax claims me, rocking me to my core at the realization that this is one woman I’m never going to be able to let go. The connection we have—visions of the life we could have—rock me to my core.

  I brush my lips against hers, our breaths coming in hard and fast pants as we come down from the high of climax. “I love you, baby mama.”

  She smiles against my neck, the warm air of her breath washing over my skin. “I love you, too.”

  “That’s good. Otherwise, I’d just have to keep you chained to this bed and do what we just did over and over again until you did.”

  She giggles and pushes herself up, so her face hovers over mine. She cradles my jaw with her hand and dips her head, kissing me soft and slow. She shifts sideways until she’s lying on top of me. “Feel free to persuade me anyway…”

  And that’s all the encouragement I need.

  15

  Gilly

  There’s a lot to say about the health benefits of frequent orgasms when you’re in your second trimester.

  As a woman who went from lots of bedroom action before her bang buddy—now baby daddy—knocked her up, to a long break between penis-in-vagina beddings, it’s safe to say I’m welcoming the very regular sex Ezra and I are having.

  But like an addict needing her next fix, walking in the door from a day at the office and craving a long, hot, dirty shower, it’s disappointing when there’s no Ezra to be found. I know he’s in my house somewhere though, because his car is parked outside along with Jamie’s truck, and there’s the low hum of Van Halen coming from upstairs. With Bry and Jax still in their happy new-baby bubble and juggling the joys of parenthood with their day jobs, and Cohen working long shifts, Ez has been helping Jamie with the renovations whenever there is downtime from their other flip. He’s also told me he wants to work on the nursery for our baby and doesn’t mind getting his hands dirty.

  Of course, I offered one particular way he could help me with his hands and get dirty, and he more than willingly obliged.

  Ever since he said he hoped to live in this house one day, I’ve fully encouraged him to voice his opinion on everything. We’re now way past the point of being two people just having a baby. We’re building a life together—a family.

  I venture into the bedroom and take my suit off, putting on one of Ezra’s well-worn Cubs tees that I commandeered last week along with my favorite pair of preggy leggings that I now live in whenever I’m at home.

  Having made a much-needed bathroom stop and put my hair up into a m
essy bun, I grab two bottles of water for Ezra and myself, and a beer for Jamie before moving up the stairs to the first floor.

  “You better be decent, or if not decent, at least make it worth my while,” I call out from the hallway.

  “A woman after my own heart,” Jamie says while Ezra just laughs. I walk through the doorway where the nursery will be. It’s early days, but I’m so surprised when I walk through and find drywall where I expect to find framing.

  “Oh my God,” I whisper, tears filling my eyes since the whole ‘crying pregnant lady’ phase seems like it’s going to be a full forty-week thing for me.

  “Hey, are you okay?” Ez asks, dropping the hammer he’s holding and rushing to my side.

  “Yeah… I…” I hiccup. “Ugh.” Ezra takes the drinks out of my hands, enabling me to swipe at my cheeks. “When will I stop crying?” I sob.

  Ezra wraps an arm around my shoulder, his shoulders shaking as I bury my face in his chest.

  “I’m guessing maybe eighteen years?” Jamie says. I look up and glare at him, although there’s absolutely no malice behind his words.

  Jamie’s eyes drift over to his best friend. “Dude, her angry look is just as deadly as April’s. You’re screwed.”

  “The trick is not to annoy her and say stupid shit,” Ez replies.

  Jamie bursts out laughing. “You’re definitely dead in the water then.”

  A snort escapes my lips, and I’m soon giggling along with him. Ez presses a kiss to my temple and lifts his water bottle to his mouth.

  Looking around the room, I start picturing exactly where I think things will go: a change table under the new half window, the crib along the far wall, a rocking chair in one corner to read and nurse in, and a big rug in the center of the floor to bring it all together.

  “Oh no, she’s got that super dangerous look on her face,” Jamie says.

  “She has a few of those,” Ez muses. “Which one are you referring to?”

  “She’s totally decorating this room in her head,” Jamie says. My mouth gapes open, and his eyes widen. He points a finger at me. “Ha! I’m right, aren’t I?”

  I recover quickly and shrug, although my cheeks are burning. “Isn’t that something all women do?”

  Jamie snickers. “Abi doesn’t. Cade hired someone to come in and just asked Abi her favorite colors.”

  While his friend is talking, Ezra rests a hand on my ass, something he does whenever he’s not touching my bump, that is. A soft groan rumbles in his throat as his palm roams over where my panty line would be—if I weren’t wearing a thong.

  I look up at him and smirk. “I’m sorry, Ez. What was that? I couldn’t hear you properly.”

  He narrows his eyes as if to say ‘you’ll keep.’ “I was saying Abi was never big on playing Suzy Homemaker until she had kids. Whereas Faith and Delilah would always be sewing and cooking—or in Faith’s case, burning.”

  “How is Del? Have you heard from her lately?” Jamie asks.

  “Hmm,” I muse. “The mysterious sister I haven’t met yet. I was starting to wonder if she was a figment if Ezra’s imagination.”

  “No, no. Delilah Baker is a force to be reckoned with, but she’s always been an adventurer.”

  “Ah, that explains why she’s in… where is it again?” I say, looking up at Ez.

  “Thailand. She wanted to extend her food knowledge and was over working for the man. So, she’s packed up her husband and son, and the three of them are traveling around Europe and Asia for a while.”

  Jamie nods. “Typical Del.” He lifts his beer to his lips and finishes the bottle. “Gilly, do you mind if I just leave everything here until tomorrow? Your boyfriend is helping me for an entire day so we can get the new floors down.”

  “What? Already?”

  Ezra chuckles and turns to face me. “Yeah, sweetheart. I want the nursery finished first so you can start nesting, or whatever it’s called.”

  “Four of the most dangerous words ever uttered by a man. ‘Or whatever it’s called,’” Jamie says, sounding more than a little amused.

  I nod at Ez. “Yes, it’s called nesting. Did you read that in that Daddy book I bought you?”

  “I thought that was some BDSM thing you wanted to try with me. Ask Jamie.” Ezra tilts his head at his best friend. “Axel says he’s heard the word Daddy coming from his parents’ bedroom at night.”

  “Oh my God. Nooooo.” My eyes bug out as I slowly turn my eyes to the ‘daddy’ in question.

  Jamie grimaces. “Yeah… a bit of advice? Get all the sex in while you can. As soon as they’re old enough to talk, you don’t know what they’re going to bring up at the most inopportune moment.”

  “It’s a hard job,” Ezra says from beside me, his fingers giving my ass cheek a squeeze through my pants. “But I’m always up for a challenge.”

  “And on that note, I’ll leave you guys to it.” He walks over and kisses my cheek before lifting his chin at Ezra. “I’ll be back around eight a.m. tomorrow so we can have a good run at this flooring. Sound okay?”

  “Thank you, Jamie. I can’t wait to turn this room pink and purple.” I shoot him a wink, and he shakes his head.

  “Say what now?” Ezra asks.

  Jamie chuckles. “I’ll see myself out. You two have a good night.”

  “Oh she will,” Ez says. “She’s getting dinner and a foot rub.”

  “He won’t get anything else cause I’ll be asleep before he finishes one foot!” I add, poking my tongue out at my man.

  “I’m sure he’ll cope,” Jamie says, his crinkled eyes switching between us. “Bye, you two.”

  Ezra and I stand there, me grinning, him with an amused narrow gaze.

  “One foot, ’ey?”

  “After we’ve gone on a little baby visit.” He chuckles, his eyes lit with amusement. “Which one this time?”

  It’s safe to say I’m all over any opportunity to see Joey and Lottie—and their parents too, of course. Having not had any new baby experience, I want as much hands-on training as possible. Ezra thinks I’m a little crazy, but since I melt every time I see him with a baby in his arms, he’s now convinced my idea has merit.

  “Faith and Bry had a bad night with Lottie, and Ronnie said I’m welcome anytime. So…” I say, looking up at him and batting my lashes. I know he’s going to give in, so I decide to press my body to his and make sure he knows indulging me will be worth his while. “You can still give me a foot rub later though. I’ll seriously fall asleep if you do it now.”

  His eyes turn melty. “I’m always up for the challenge of keeping you awake.”

  “Is that so?” I ask, lifting a brow. “Well, I know one thing that’ll keep my eyes open right now…”

  He glides his other hand to my ass and pulls me in flush against him. I’m glad to feel we’re thinking the same thing.

  “You fall asleep, Gilly Nelson.” He dips his head, so he’s all I can see. “And I’ll be giving you new reasons to call me Daddy that have nothing to do with our child.”

  Well, damn.

  “Are spontaneous orgasms a pregnancy symptom?” I ask, earning a puzzled look. “Because I totally just had one.”

  Then Ezra is grabbing my hand and leading me downstairs and through to the bathroom where we enjoy a really long shower.

  And I don’t even have to call him Daddy.

  We ring ahead and offer to bring Italian takeout, something Jax instantly agrees with, and walk through their front door forty minutes later.

  “Hey, it’s just your friendly neighborhood delivery service,” Ez calls out as we take off our shoes.

  “Did you bring condoms?” Jax retorts, popping his head into the entryway.

  “Nah. I won’t need them for another…” Ez looks down at my bump with a smirk, “…at least four months.”

  “Wait, it’s only been four weeks. You shouldn’t need them yet either,” I scoff.

  Jax winks. “I was a Boy Scout. I’m just getting prepared.” He disappears
again, and we follow him into the room, an emotional sigh escaping my lips when I see Ronnie nursing Joey in the one-seat recliner chair.

  “He’s also an optimist,” my sister says, smiling at Jax as he bends down and kisses his wife’s lips, then his suckling daughter’s head.

  “I’m a husband who knows his wife well.” Jax grins. Ronnie rolls her eyes and looks at the bag of food in Ezra’s hand.

  “I won’t be much longer, then I can eat while Gilly-Bear gives Jo-jo cuddles.”

  “An uninterrupted meal—there’s a miracle,” Ezra muses.

  Jax and Ronnie nod. “Right? Things they don’t warn you about: on any particular day, you won’t wash, pee, sleep, or eat without being disrupted at some point,” Jax says.

  “Want me to make up a plate for you?” I ask.

  My sister sends me a thankful smile. “Thank you. I’ll come through when she’s done.”

  Ezra grabs my hand and leads me through to the dining room. Jax disappears into the kitchen, returning soon after with plates and cutlery. On his next trip, he brings drinks for everyone.

  By the time we’ve dished up and started eating, Ronnie saunters into the room, baby Joey cradled upright on her chest.

  I look over my shoulder and smile, already picturing myself in her position in just a few short months. It’s both terrifying and exciting—I’m just unsure which feeling is winning right now.

  My cluckiness, though? That’s undeniable.

  “I recognize that look,” Ronnie says with a knowing smirk. “It’s lucky Ez already impregnated you; otherwise he’d be in trouble.”

  Ezra and Jax snicker, and when I turn back to narrow my eyes at my boyfriend, he holds his free hand up in surrender.

  “Hey, she said it, not me.”

  “She’s not wrong though,” Jax says. “Ronnie was already asking to make another Joey just hours after giving birth.”

  “It wasn’t hours,” Ronnie retorts.

  “Yeah, Barbie. It totally was. And if it were physically possible, I totally would’ve obliged.”