Cinq A’ Sept

by Mj Fields

  Natasha and Maisie were nervous as hell. Truth be told, so was I. But if she was going to have our child on the plane, there wasn’t shit we could do to stop it.

  With each contraction, she and I held hands and she looked me in the eyes.

  I could hear Natasha whispering to Maisie that she was googling how to deliver a baby on a plane. And Maisie was scribbling on a notepad.

  When her contractions stopped, she would curl up next to me, and I would rub her belly.

  We made it in plenty of time. She was in labor, hard labor, for ten hours.

  Ten. Fucking. Hours.

  I almost didn’t make it. I tried to bribe the doctor to just take the baby by C-section, but she scolded me, because the French OB-GYN had e-mailed Angela’s birthing plan.

  Note to all the future fathers out there: fuck birth plans. Fuck. Them.

  The only things that didn’t go according to her plan were the date and the fact that Natasha passed out as soon as she stepped into the room. Luckily, Oliver was there for Maisie or she would have been hurt.

  Even then, Angela held it together. She got out of her hospital bed, against my advice, and walked out to the waiting room where she ordered me around as to what Natasha needed. Ice chips, then ginger ale, then crackers, and lastly, a lollipop. Only when the color returned to her face did Angela agree to get her ass back in bed.

  Through contractions, she explained that Natasha had been through too many hospital visits, surgeries, and procedures to be here now.

  As directed by my bossy, little woman, I went out and told Oliver to take her home. Being her mother’s daughter, she refused.

  Angela, she was a rock star. However, her plan went to hell when she had to have a c-section due to her small canal.

  Joshua Jean Josephs was born May twenty-first at eleven fifty-nine at night. He weighed eight pounds even and was twenty-two inches long. He was and continues to be completely healthy. He had a full head of dark hair and blue eyes that are now changing to hazel.

  There were no issues, just the realization that women are stronger than men.

  When we knew everything was fine, she and I both cried. And I am man enough to admit it.

  We had created a life. All living things should be considered miracles, but he, god, he was so very miraculous.

  We came home three days later to the place I’m sure he was conceived—our Hampton cottage.

  As much as Maisie wanted to be here all the time, it wasn’t really doable. The winter took a toll on her. Oliver, though, managed to pull off a summer program and had hired plenty of staff to oversee it. He was there the majority of the time with Maisie and worked remotely.

  We took Joshua, over daily for Maisie to spend time with him. Today, Oliver brought her to us.

  Standing outside, watching the last week’s group of kids swim and watching Angela help Maisie hold our little one, I look up and thank my angels. I thank God, and yes, I selfishly pray for more time.

  Later, lying in bed, I watch Angela feed Joshua from her body. I have seen it a hundred times, but it’s doesn’t matter. It’s remarkable. There is nothing more beautiful than a woman and her child bonding. Not just while feeding, but in the way they look at each other. The trust, the love, the bond that I know, even when one is no longer of this earth, is unbreakable.

  Between Natasha, Maisie and Angela all trying to mother him, it’s a good thing I’m used to no sleep. It seems to be the only time he and I have together, aside from diaper changing. That’s one task they don’t seem to mind giving him up for.

  This means I’m stuck on Syphilluffagus duty, a lot.

  When she’s finished, she looks over. “Would you like to hold your son?”

  “Yes, of course.”

  Leaning against the headboard with his head on my shoulder and his warm, little body against mine, I burp him.

  “I’m going to shower.”

  “Take all the time you need. Hell, it’s Friday night; why not live it up and take a bath? We got this.”

  She smiles as she gets up. Then, at the foot of the bed, she turns around and looks at me. “You’re an amazing father, Bass.”

  “Joshua makes me look good.”

  She stands there a moment and closes her eyes. “Thank you.”

  Thank you? What does that mean?

  I look down at him when she shuts the door. “They’re complicated yet beautiful creatures, little man.”

  He responds by burping.

  “Us, not so much,” I kiss his little head.

  When he burps again, I lay him in the bassinet beside the bed then walk to the bathroom. I open the door and see her stepping into the bath, her ass on full display.

  I look down at my rising cock and decide, right now, I won’t talk him down.

  She sets one foot on the edge of the garden tub, and then I see her reach between her legs.

  “If you need any assistance, by all means, ask.”

  She looks over her shoulder at me and raises the razor in her hand. “Hope you don’t mind; I’m using yours. I can’t seem to find mine.”

  “What’s mine is yours, Angela. But yours is right there.” I point beside her.

  “Huh?” she says but makes no attempt to exchange them, swiping with my razor then looking back. “Yours is a cleaner shave, and I like the thought of your face being between my legs.”

  Instantly hard.

  “I like the thought of it, too.” I push off the door and walk toward her.

  She peeks back then continues shaving.

  “Would you mind grabbing that loofa across the tub?”

  “Way over there?” She points.

  I grip her hips. “I won’t let you fall.”

  She bends slowly, ass in the air, and I spread her cheeks then lick her from front to back. She takes a big breath, filling her lungs, and then I lick again before pushing my tongue into her.

  “Bass.” Her voice quivers.

  I run my finger up and down her seam then suck her lips into my mouth.

  “I’m glad I got props for being a good dad, but Angela, I’m your husband first.”

  “I guess it’s been a while, so—oh God.”

  I lick her again, this time harshly, and then circle my tongue around her clit before sucking on it and pulling it out.

  “You sure you’re ready?”

  “I’m sure,” she moans when I push a finger inside her. When I curl it upward, she clenches around it.

  “Fuck, you’re tight.” I work my finger around inside her, stretching her.

  “You’re … you’re … Bass,” she whimpers.

  I reach around her and bring her back, setting her feet on the ground. Then I drop to my knees, pull my finger out, and lick her pussy. “So fucking good.”

  I stand up and turn her so she’s facing me, lift her up, and kiss her as I walk to the counter. I set her on it then drop down again.

  Spreading her legs wide before me, I push a finger in, and she grips the edge of the counter. I bow down and suck her as I fuck her with my finger. Then I add another.

  She grabs my hair with both hands as I bury my face between her legs. She bucks against me, her ass rising off the counter to thrust. When I suck on her clit, her body trembles as she pulls back. I grip her hips and hold her in place while I fuck her with my tongue until she comes. Then I continue at a slower pace, bringing her down from her orgasm nice and gently.

  I stand and kiss her; slow, long licks inside her mouth. Her moans meet my groans.

  She reaches between us, shoves her hand down my shorts, grabs my cock, and begins to stroke me.

  I kiss her neck and tell her, “You keep it up, I’m gonna come.”

  “Do we have condoms?”

  “No, but—”

  She squeezes me hard. “But nothing.”

  I bite her neck. “What’s one more?”

  She squeezes even harder now, and I laugh uncomfortably.

  “I love you, Bass … so, so much, but let’s not tempt f
ate again.”

  Her strokes quicken, and I’m so fucking turned on and in fucking need of this. I don’t even care if I come in my shorts.

  “Never?” I whisper.

  She squeezes tighter, not knowing her pussy’s tighter than that, and I kind of love it.

  “Give me a year, then ask me.”

  “Are you …? Oh fuck, Ang,” I hiss as she pumps me harder and faster, kissing my neck, my shoulders, my mouth. She doesn’t stop until I do what I knew I would after nearly twelve weeks without.

  I come in my shorts.

  Acknowledgment

  To the readers of this book,

  Because of you, my past is my past, my present is beautiful and my future is brighter. Without you this unrealized dream would never be.

  You are my blessings. Thank you so much for reading my words, my stories, sending messages, emails, being part of my group, commenting on posts, leaving reviews...basically thank you for anything and everything you do for the love of my words.

  To the bloggers involved in this release,

  Some of you have been with me forever, some are new, but all of you are gold to me.

  To Dana

  Thank you for dealing with me on this cover. It’s beautiful.

  To Kris

  You are one of the most amazing women I know. You are invaluable to me and I hope that these words are felt and not just read… even without out you tweaking. Edits are a favorite part of the writing process for me, because of you. Your input, your advice, your messages, your encouragement, your love for the characters, your dedication and ability to deal with me… priceless.

  To Asli

  You are a life saver! Every last minute ‘911’ call is answered with sunshine. You are such an amazing human being and someone I hope to meet someday. Thank you!

  To My Muse

  The words you spoke, the way you said them, the pure undiluted alpha you are, the respect you gave… well beyond your years. You said I would regret not giving in to what I wanted. You may be right, but it made one hell of a book. Never change. Whoever ends up with you better be deserving.

  To Elle

  Your love of books inspires so many. You keep the hometown side working so much more smoothly and are always here to give me words to lift me up when I’m feeling down. Thank you.

  To my reader group

  You’re my people! You’re where I go when I need to feel like I’m home in the book world. Thank you for loving the characters your love pushes me to continue writing.

  To my ARC crew

  I love your passion and support for every book I put out. So many of you have become such close friends, may we be together forever.

  To Autumn

  A million thank yous for taking me on and handling everything. Your knowledge and expert advice is pure gold. Your friendship and virtual hugs, invaluable.

  To my girls

  Bobbie, Jamie, Paige, Ivy, Laurie, Renee, Christa, KA, everyday warm hugs, hilariousness and support. I love you all… hard.

  To Jessica Ruben

  Jessie, Jessie, Jessie… I am soooo happy to have met you through our book whisperer and common friend. I’m thrilled that I got so very lost in your words and felt connected with you through them. (Read Rising!!) And I am so blessed to call you friend.

  To Liv Morris

  In a world where we ‘authors’ are many, often live behind a keyboard and don’t get to socialize around the ‘water cooler’, I’m thrilled that I final was able to meet the beautiful person behind the online ‘lips’ which spurred a read of some of your words. Bossy Nights, was amazing, and gives a great insight to the who you are. Southern country charm and big city sweetheart. What an amazing person you are.

  To Kate (the great) Stewart

  When my phone rang just a couple nights ago and I saw your name I smiled… cause you make me smile. Three minutes’ shy of three hours later, I was still smiling. Thank you so much for the love of this book and for being one of my best friends. A connection made through our words. Room 212 was the first of yours I read. God I love that book! I love all the others too! Hey Kate … I love you.

  To Ally

  Never forget to love yourself...more. I will always, love you more.

  Also By MJ Fields

  The Steel Series (world)

  The Men of Steel Series

  Forever Steel

  Jase

  Cyrus

  Zandor

  Xavier

  Raising Steel

  The Ties of Steel Series

  Abe

  Dominic

  Eroe

  Sabato

  The Rockers of Steel Series

  Memphis Black

  Finn Beckett

  River James

  Billy Jeffers

  The Match duet

  Match This!

  ImPerfectly Matched!

  The Steel Country Series

  Hammered

  Destroyed

  Wasted

  Tied In Steel

  Terzetto

  Valentina

  Paige

  Gia (Coming Soon)

  LRAH Legacy Series (world)

  These families’ stories are intertwined starting with The Love series, they move to the Wrapped Series, the Burning Souls series, Love You Anyways, 27 Truths, 27 Lies, Her First Kiss, His First Crush, and Their First Fall.

  Many more series will spin off from these supporting characters already mentioned and each will be a standalone series but for those of us who love a story to continue I recommend reading in this order.

  The Love Series

  (Lucas Links story)

  (Must Be Read In This Order)

  Blue Love

  New Love

  Sad Love

  True Love

  The Wrapped Series

  (Brody Hines story)

  Wrapped In Silk

  Wrapped In Armor

  Wrapped In Always and Forever

  Burning Souls Series

  (Maddox Hines story)

  Stained

  Forged

  Merged

  LRAH Legacy Additions

  Love You Anyway

  Love Notes

  The Truth About Love Series

  (Ava Links story)

  27 Truths

  27 Lies

  Firsts Series

  (London Fields story)

  Her First Kiss

  His First Crush

  Their First Fall

  Standalone Series

  The Norfolk Series

  Irons

  Shadows

  The Caldwell Brothers Series

  (co-written w/ Chelsea Camaron)

  Hendrix

  Morrison

  Jagger

  Visibly Broken

  Use Me

  Standalones

  Offensive Rebound

  About the Author

  USA Today bestselling author MJ Fields write books that scorch pages and melt hearts. Her style is raw, gritty and authentic. Love an alpha and a strong heroine? She does too.

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