The Yeah Baby Series: Volume 2

by Davenport, Fiona

  He caught my hands and raised them above my head, threading his fingers through mine as he pinned them against the mattress. And then finally, his hips thrust forward and he filled me.

  “Holy fuck, you feel even better than you did a year ago,” he groaned. With those two little silver balls gliding against me with each thrust of his dick, I could only moan in agreement.

  He moved slowly at first, his gaze burning into mine as he worshipped my body with his. It was the most intimate moment of my life, his body moving slowly over mine while I stared into his eyes. It was so damn beautiful I almost didn’t want to break the spell. But with the tension building in my body, I wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer.

  My hips moved to meet his, building the friction between us. My fingers tightened against him as I tried to fight the pleasure, to make it last longer.

  “I’m so close,” I gasped out.

  “Give it to me,” he growled. “Come for me, beautiful.”

  He leaned forward and captured my lips. The combination of his raspy words and the new angle of his cock as it sank into me sent lightning streaking through my body. With my pussy pulsing around his cock, he slammed into me deep and hard until he orgasmed with me, emptying himself inside me.

  I lay under him a long time, wrapped around his warm body and enjoying being close to him again. When he rolled, taking me with him so I was on top, I felt our combined come slide from my body.

  “Crap,” I groaned, dropping my head onto his shoulder. “You forgot to use a condom. Not that it did us much good last time around, since I still managed to get pregnant with Carter.”

  “I didn’t wear one, but it wasn’t because I forgot,” he corrected me with a smirk. “I can’t fucking wait to see your belly round with another of my babies, and this time around I’m going to be with you every step of the way.”

  Was he saying what I thought he was saying? Because it sounded an awful lot like he... No, I couldn’t handle this yet. Squeezing my eyes shut, I slowed my breathing and let my body relax against his. This was Weston’s first day back in my life—our lives—and I needed more than an hour to adjust to my new reality, whatever it was.

  Chapter 5

  Weston

  Aspen didn’t react to my comment and I let it go for the moment, content to quietly hold her in my arms. It felt fucking amazing to have her naked body plastered against mine. I could feel her heartbeat on my chest, still pounding from our spent passion.

  My hands roamed over her soft skin, everywhere they could reach, and her little sigh of pleasure had my semi-hard cock stirring to life. She lifted her head and stared at me with eyebrows raised in question.

  I grinned and slightly bucked my hips. “He’s been deprived of your pussy for a year, sweetheart. You can’t blame him for being greedy.”

  She giggled, and fuck if that sound didn’t make my dick come to full attention. The humor on her face faded, replaced by heat and need. I gripped her hips and lifted her enough so I could line up with her sex and pull her down as I drove up into her. As the metal piercing dragged along her walls, our shared moans meshed like perfect harmony.

  “Ride me, beautiful. Fuck me hard,” I panted. Beads of sweat dotted my skin from the effort I was making to let her be in charge. It was one way I could show her that she was still in control of her life. But, my bruising grip on her hips also indicated that it only went so far. When it came to us, there was no other option but to accept it. I wasn’t going to let her go ever again.

  Her brown eyes were hazy with lust and her smile almost broke me. Then she began to move, and I forgot all about everything but the feel of her pussy wrapped around my cock. She rocked back and forth, swiveling her hips in experimentation, trying to gauge what felt the best. I had no opinion on the matter, it all felt fucking amazing to me.

  I unlocked my hands from her hips and glided them up to cup her generous tits. She cried out when I pinched her nipples and her movements sped up, becoming more frantic. Her walls began to pulse around me and I knew she was getting close.

  My patience was tapped and I needed to take charge. Returning my hands to her sides, my fingers dug in hard, probably leaving bruises as I guided her until she was sliding up and down my cock, her tits bouncing, and her head thrown back in ecstasy. I’d never seen anything more beautiful.

  “Look at you,” I whispered. “So fucking gorgeous. Seeing you like this. Feeling your tight little pussy holding me in. Fuck! Harder, Aspen! Yeah, baby, just like that! Fuck, yeah!”

  I flipped her over and drove back in, changing the angle so my piercing hit that special spot inside, driving her fucking wild. A tingling began at the base of my spine, I wasn’t going to last much longer. The fingers of one hand journeyed to her clit and I pinched it, setting her off. She screamed my name, and I couldn’t stop the orgasm from ripping through me. I thrust in and buried myself deep in her pussy, releasing my come into her womb with high hopes that it would take root.

  The world eventually stopped spinning and our heart rates slowed to a normal pace. Staying inside her, I rolled to my back and folded her securely into my arms. She sighed and nuzzled her nose into my chest.

  After a few minutes, her breathing evened out and I gently rolled us to the side so I could watch her sleep. She looked as magnificent as ever, but I frowned at the faint purple smudges around her eyes. She had to have been exhausted, raising a newborn all on her own. The thought sparked the simmering anger I’d practically forgotten about, building the rage once again. I needed to find out who was responsible for this bullshit. I was going to destroy the motherfucker.

  I used two fingers to brush some of her hair off her forehead, then slowly ran them down to the ends of the golden strands. I would have loved to stay there all day, to take care of Carter and let her rest. But, I had shit to do if I wanted to get everything settled and I’d be back in a few hours. I wasn’t going to spend another night without her, or miss putting my son to bed. I’d already lost too much time with them. Whether Aspen was ready or not, I was moving in that evening until I found us a house.

  I brushed a kiss along her cheekbone, then carefully slipped out of the bed to avoid waking her. Gathering my clothes, I dressed quickly and checked the baby monitor to make sure she’d hear Carter when he woke. I spotted a tiny desk shoved into a corner of the small, “master” bedroom. I shook my head as I headed toward it. Whatever house we ended up in, our room would be large enough for a spacious bed, big enough to accommodate . . . energetic activities.

  I found a pad of paper and a pen, quickly scrawled a note telling her I had some things to take care of and would be back soon. My hand hesitated at the end, unsure of how I should sign it. I glanced back at the sleeping goddess—the woman I loved, and decided not to hold back. I wasn’t playing any games.

  Love, W.

  I folded the note in half and laid it on the pillow, then tenderly kissed her once more before dragging myself out of the room and away from her.

  I looked in on Carter, tempted to forget my errands and stay there, staring at my precious boy. It was still hard to wrap my head around the fact that Aspen and I had produced this perfect little bundle. Using a single finger, I traced his forehead, his cheeks, and his little button nose. “I’ll be back, buddy. Don’t forget my promise,” I whispered.

  Reluctantly, I forced myself to leave the apartment and headed back to my hotel. On the way, I called my sister and asked to see her the next day. I would only tell her I had a surprise and laughed when she started grilling me like I knew she would. Jenna hated surprises and therefore, I loved surprising her. It was my duty as her older brother to drive her nuts. She finally accepted that I wouldn’t budge and grudgingly agreed.

  She was always predictable, and so I knew I would gain back any lost brownie points when I asked for the name of a good realtor. I had to pull the phone from my ear when she shrieked.

  A male voice rumbled in the background, “Jenna, you’ve gone ultrasonic again. You
’re going to make your brother deaf.” I grinned, silently thanking Jenna’s fiancé for saving my ear drums, but not the least bit sorry when I heard the tell-tale thwack of Jenna smacking him on the arm like I’d seen her do so many times.

  She took a deep breath and said calmly, “I’ll get you a few names. See you tomorrow!” Then she promptly hung up and I laughed. I had a feeling she and Aspen were going to get along great.

  Back at my hotel, I grabbed my unpacked bag and went to the front desk to check out. The same woman was working and she looked at me oddly, but didn’t comment, and I didn’t bother answering her silent question. I signed the bill and walked towards the exit as I dug my cell phone out of a pocket.

  I pulled up my contacts and scrolled through until I found Kat’s number. Reaching the car, I threw my stuff in the trunk and dropped into the driver’s seat before hitting send. She picked up after the second ring.

  “Hello, Weston,” she greeted me in a low voice. I briefly wondered what she was doing that caused her to speak in that way, but I really didn’t care.

  “Kat, I need you to look into something for me.”

  “Anything you need, Wes. I’m always available for you.”

  I almost pulled the phone away from my ear to look at it, as though it would have an answer as to why she was acting so strange. Instead, I skipped over the weirdness and got down to business.

  “Someone must have tampered with the email account I set up for Aspen. She was sending messages all fucking year that weren’t getting to you.” Rage began to surge through me and my tone hardened. “You need to find out who the fuck was behind it and deal with it, because if I find them first, I’ll fucking kill the son of a bitch,” I snarled.

  She gasped, and I immediately felt a little guilty for projecting my anger onto her. “I’m sorry, Kat. I didn’t mean to take it out on you but . . .” I paused, trying to decide how much I wanted to tell her. My situation with Aspen and Carter was private, but maybe if she understood my motivation, she’d work even harder to help me nail this person. “Aspen was pregnant and she couldn’t get a hold of me to let me know. She had our baby three months ago, without me. This fucker took something I’ll never get back, and I need your help to make them pay.”

  She was silent for a long beat, and I checked my phone to make sure the call hadn’t dropped. Finally, she cleared her throat. “Um, I consider you a friend and I don’t want to overstep but, um, are you sure the baby is yours?”

  I pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration, annoyed with the situation and now her. “You’re right, Kat. You’ve stepped way past the fucking line. Just dig into it and let me know what you find.” Thinking fast, I added a gruff, “Please.” After all, the situation wasn’t her fault.

  Chapter 6

  Aspen

  Waking up in the morning with Weston wrapped around my body was a heck of a lot better than when I’d woken up from my nap the day before to an empty bed. For a brief moment, I couldn’t help but think he’d up and disappeared again—until I’d found his note on the pillow next to me. The one he’d signed Love, W. Talk about sending my heart into overdrive. I still hadn’t figured how much I could read into his choice of wording. I’d had to repeatedly remind myself that I’d never heard him say the words aloud to me each time I’d wanted to moon over the note.

  Gently disengaging from his hold and sliding from the bed, I paused before heading to the bathroom to stare down at him. His face was relaxed, his eyelashes resting against his cheeks, and he looked almost boyishly innocent. At least, until my gaze drifted downwards. With the sheet hanging low on his hips and his hair tousled from sleep and sex, he looked smoking hot. I wanted to crawl right back into bed and trace each of his tattoos with my tongue, but he was sleeping so peacefully. I didn’t want to wake him up.

  I forced myself to pad away from him, taking the baby monitor with me, and went about my normal morning routine. Just as I set my toothbrush back in its holder, I heard the rustling of Carter’s sheets through the monitor and headed into his room. It wouldn’t be long before he started fussing, and I wanted to get to him before he woke Weston.

  I found him rolling from side to side, not quite able to get all the way over yet, and staring up at his mobile. “Morning, my Carter-bear. Mommy’s got you.”

  I lifted him from the crib and cuddled him against my chest, breathing in his baby scent. This was one of my favorite times of day, when he’d just woken up. Morning baby snuggles were some of the best, even if I only got to enjoy them for a few minutes before he complained about being wet and hungry.

  I managed to keep him happily occupied while changing his diaper, and he barely made a peep while he was breastfeeding. But then he got cranky when I was burping him.

  “Shhhh, sweetie. Daddy’s still sleeping.”

  Wow. It felt darn good to refer to Weston as Carter’s daddy. I heard the clearing of a throat and found him standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame with a huge smile on his face. A pair of hunter green pajama bottoms hung low on his hips, but it was the only thing he’d thrown on when he’d climbed out of bed.

  “Or maybe not,” I mumbled, trying to ignore the slow burn seeing his naked chest ignited.

  “I wasn’t about to miss my first morning with my beautiful family,” he rasped, prowling towards us. “What kind of Daddy would I be if I did?”

  “The sleepy kind?” I yelped when he picked me up, took my spot on the rocking recliner, and settled me on his lap. Carter giggled happily, enjoying the ride from his position in my arms.

  “I’ll have plenty of time to sleep when our kids are older.”

  “Kids?”

  His hand slid down, in between Carter and my stomach, to cup my lower belly. “I’m not gonna stop at just one, beautiful.”

  Holy crap. He really was serious about trying to knock me up again. And if that was true, then it stood to reason maybe he meant how he’d signed his note. Right?

  “How soon can you and Carter be ready to head out?”

  “He’s already eaten and had a diaper change, so it wouldn’t take too long.” I shifted in his lap to twist around and peer up at him. “Are we going somewhere?”

  “Out to breakfast.”

  Not having to cook or clean up sounded pretty good to me. “I guess I could eat.”

  “With my sister.”

  “Your sister?” I squeaked, jumping off his lap and thrusting Carter into his arms. “Scratch that, it’s going to take a while. You get him dressed. His diaper bag is in the living room and probably needs a couple bottles from the kitchen, his favorite blankie from his crib, and some extra diapers.”

  I raced into the bathroom and jumped into the shower. I washed up as quickly as I could, to make sure I had plenty of time to blow dry and straighten my hair. After an hour of primping, I finally felt like I was ready to face Weston’s sister. Maybe.

  The look of masculine appreciation on his face when I walked out made all my preparations worthwhile. But it was the moment we walked into his sister’s home and I saw a drop-dead gorgeous brunette, dressed to the nines with a stunned look on her face, that I was truly appreciative of the effort I’d put into my look today.

  “West!” she squealed. “You didn’t tell me you were bringing anyone with you.”

  “Of course I didn’t,” he drawled. “It would have spoiled the surprise.”

  “You know how much I hate surprises,” she groaned.

  Weston leaned down to peer into his son’s face. “Isn’t Auntie Jenna silly, Carter?” The sight of such a tatted up badass being sweet and silly with a little baby would have made me laugh if it wasn’t already busy making my ovaries go boom.

  “Auntie Jenna?” she gasped, her eyes going wide as she stared at Carter and me. Then her gaze swiveled between the baby and her brother, going back and forth as understanding dawned on her face.

  “What?” she squealed. “How?”

  “The usual way,” Weston chuckled.

  “
Ugh,” Jenna groaned. “Thanks for the image. You know what I meant.”

  “Jenna, this is Aspen,” he answered, as though it would explain everything. “Aspen, this is my baby sister Jenna.”

  “Aspen? The reason you ditched me the whole weekend you were in town last year?” Her eyes swung to me and Carter before returning back to Weston again. “I can’t believe you didn’t have her call me while you were gone. I could have helped out with all the pregnancy and baby stuff! You’re such a jerk!”

  She punched him in the shoulder and elbowed him out of the way before wrapping her arms around Carter and me.

  “I’m so sorry my brother is such a dunce, Aspen, but it’s great to finally meet you.” She was a whirlwind of energy, lifting Carter from my arms and moving towards the kitchen. “Luckily, I made a big breakfast casserole so I’d have leftovers for my fiancé tomorrow for Sunday brunch. That means there’s plenty for the three of us, and I’m sure I’ll find a way to make it up to him in the morning.”

  “Shit, Jenna,” Weston hissed. “You’re going to ruin my fucking appetite with talk like that.”

  “It’s no less than you deserve for keeping Aspen from me for so long and showing up on my doorstep with a surprise baby,” she teased.

  “It was kind of a surprise to him too,” I corrected. “There was some kind of mix-up with his email and he never got any of the messages I sent while he was gone.”

  “Ohmigosh, seriously?”

  Weston explained what had happened over breakfast, filling us in on how he’d asked his handler to look into it for him. The glint in his eyes and growl in his voice made it clear he was beyond pissed at whomever had kept us apart all this time. I would have been afraid of what he’d do to them if I didn’t want time alone in a room with them myself.

  “I finally understand why you asked me to hook you up with a realtor,” she said, looking over her shoulder as she loaded the dishwasher. She nodded her head towards a stack of papers on the corner of the counter. “I found the perfect person to help and he’s already sent over some listings I thought you’d like.”