“Thanks, sweetie!” Sam beams at her. “This is a good, good day.”
Back at Hawk and Sam’s house, the party lasts for the rest of the day and only winds down when it’s time for the youngest kids to be put to bed. One by one, people congratulate Sam and Hawk again and take off, leaving only a few of us sitting on their back patio in the moonlight.
“The old ladies really outdid themselves today,” Gavin says as he pats his stomach, referencing all the food we made in preparation for the big day.
I shake my head and laugh. “I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to you calling me your old lady,” I say, wrinkling my nose at him.
Jenna pipes up. “Eh. Eventually it starts to sound different. Sweet, even. To me, anyway. Besides,” she snorts. “One of these days I actually will be old, and then it’ll fit. Until then, I’m fine with it.”
It’s about time for us to head out, but I don’t want to leave Sam with a disaster in the kitchen, so I enlist Jenna to help me clean things up. Then the last of us say goodnight to the little family, and Gavin and I drive home to the lake.
“You tired, babe?” He asks me as we head up the front walk, his arm around me.
“A little,” I say, “But I don’t want to go to bed quite yet.”
“Good,” he says. “Because there’s something I want to show you.”
He unlocks the door and flips on the lights. In the main room, the newly timbered walls of the A frame are bathed in a golden glow. The cozy furniture I picked out makes the room look especially inviting tonight. Everything in here is all finished, except for one thing: our mattress is still there, lying in front of the fireplace until the new bedroom furniture gets delivered tomorrow.
Gavin takes my hand and leads me to the couch. I sit down and wait as he goes into another room and comes back with a couple pieces of paper.
“What’s this?” I ask as he hands them to me. Frowning, I stare at the drawings on the top sheet. It’s a diagram, and it only takes me a second to recognize that part of it is the floor plan of our house. But there’s another piece added on, to one side.
“Now that most of the work on the main part of the house is done,” he says, sitting down beside me, “I figured it’s about time to think about an addition.”
It’s two stories, and would turn our bedroom into a master suite, and add on three other rooms.
“I bought this place just for myself originally,” Gavin continues. “I never thought I’d need more room than I had, with just the one bedroom and the main area with the kitchen to the side. But obviously, I was wrong,” he chuckles, pulling me into his lap. “I want this to be a place that we can be in for a long time. Maybe forever,” he tells me. “You. Me. Our kids.”
“Kids?” My heart starts to flutter. We’ve never talked about this before.
“Yeah. Kids,” he grins. “I mean, I have to admit, having a family of my own wasn’t something I’d ever even considered. I sure as hell never pictured me as some fucking little league coach or Boy Scout troop leader.” Gavin reaches up to caress my jawline with his thumb. “But it turns out there were a lot of things I never considered, before I met you.”
“Gavin,” I begin, my eyes filling with tears for the second time that day. I try to say more but my throat closes up.
“Babe. You want kids, don’t you?”
I laugh wetly. “Yes. Of course. But I guess I didn’t think… I don’t know. I didn’t think you did, for some reason.”
“I want everything with you, Sydney,” he rasps. “Everything. Fifteen fucking kids. A houseful of craziness. The whole shebang.”
The tears start to stream down my face. I’m grinning like an idiot. “I don’t know about fifteen, Gavin, but maybe we could just start with… one?”
“You drive a hard bargain, babe, but one it is.” He kisses my wet cheeks, one by one, and pulls me tight. “I love you, babe.”
“I love you, Gavin,” I whisper. Then, suddenly, I’m in the air, in his strong arms. I let out a squeal of surprise.
“What are you doing?” I cry as he carries me across the room.
“You said we could start with one,” he answers. “So, let’s get started.”
Gavin sets me down on the mattress and moves over me. “This is the last time we’ll fuck on this mattress,” he rasps against my neck. “We should have some sort of ceremony for it.”
“The last time?” I pretend to pout. “I thought you said you wanted to try for a baby, Malone. We have almost twelve hours until the furniture guys get here. Where’s your sense of commitment?”
Gavin nips at my earlobe, sending a shiver through me. My arms go around his neck and I arch my head back. I cling to him tightly, my body already surrendering to his touch. His lips find the sensitive spot just behind my ear, and I reach up and fist one hand tight in his dark hair. He’s wearing it longer now, and I love the way it feels to run my fingers through it.
“I can’t wait until you’re pregnant and your belly gets all big with my baby,” he growls. “That’s gonna be so fucking hot.”
His lips travel across my skin, down to the hollow of my throat, and it’s making my legs feel like jello. “You have too many clothes on,” he complains. Reaching behind me, he finds the zipper on my dress and pulls it down in one fluid motion. I let go of his neck and let him pull it down off of me to my waist. He takes a long moment to stare at me in my lacy bra. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he tells me. He undoes the clasp in back and pulls it off me, then cups one of my breasts in his hand. He pinches the nipple gently, and I suck in a ragged breath and close my eyes. Then his warm lips begin to tease and suck, and a throbbing anticipation begins to build between my legs.
“Did you know,” he says conversationally as he moves to the other breast, “that I’ve been thinking all day about what I wanted to do to you when we got home?”
“No,” I begin to pant, my body stiffening with anticipation. “I didn’t know that.”
“I’ve been thinking about plunging my face between your legs and licking your pussy,” he tells me, and lays me on the bed. “I was hard as a rock all through the adoption ceremony.”
“Oh, my God, Gavin!” I laugh as he pulls on my skirt and I lift my hips to help him get it off. “That’s terrible!”
“No court in the country would convict me,” he murmurs thickly, sliding a finger underneath the thin fabric of my panties and finding the wetness there. I gasp as he grazes my clit, using my own slickness to tease me, then pulls it away and sucks my juices off his fingers. “Fuck. I’m so goddamn hard right now I’m about to come in my jeans, Sydney. But I’ll manage to hold off somehow, because right now I need you to fuck my tongue.”
He’s up off the mattress, pulling off first shirt and then jeans, and then he’s standing over me, his impressive erection bobbing in the light. I want to kneel, to take him in my mouth, but I know that when my man has decided what he wants there’s no arguing with him. Instead, he slides down between my legs and spreads them wide. He kisses my lower lips, and I shudder. His tongue teases at me, just barely touching me, and I moan.
“Gavin, please,” I whisper. “Don’t make me wait.”
“Greedy,” he rumbles, and nips at the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. “I love that you’re greedy.”
I open my mouth to give him a smart answer, but then his tongue is sliding between my lips, finding my clit, and I freeze and thrust toward his mouth. He licks me in slow circles, knowing exactly how much pressure to use to make me crazy with need. I hear myself begin to whimper, my fists clutching at the sheets. Gavin’s hands grip my thighs, pulling me closer to him, and then his tongue plunges inside of me, tasting me like I’m delicious and he can’t get enough of me. He slides it out again and starts to swirl his tongue around my clit again, and now I’m so desperate I’m practically raising my whole lower body off the mattress.
“Gavin, oh, God…”
Gavin wraps his mouth around my clit then, sucking gently, my body goes rigid
because it’s so good and I want to come right now but I never want it to stop, and then, then, he flutters his tongue right there and I come, a deep, intense orgasm that shakes my whole body and makes my thighs quake uncontrollably.
I’m still coming when I feel Gavin shift and position himself above me. He slides the burning head of his cock against my slickened lower lips and my sensitive clit, and it’s almost too much but it’s so, so good.
He pushes against my entrance, and I draw in a sharp breath as I feel the hard thickness of him fill me. He keeps going, deeper and deeper, until he’s in to the hilt, and even though it’s a tiny bit painful at first, it also feels so good, so right. He grabs a pillow and lifts up my hips so he can put it under me, and the angle’s a little different this way, a little tighter but also he can get even deeper like this.
“Fuck, Sydney,” he groans. “Jesus fucking Christ you feel good. I’m going to come inside you, babe. I’m going to coat you with my come and we’re gonna make a baby, and she’s gonna look just like you.”
Then he’s thrusting, both of his huge hands gripping my hips and pulling me toward him as he drives into me. He’s going so deep he’s hitting this spot that’s doing something amazing to me and I moan and I’m crying out yes, yes, with every thrust, and then Gavin lets go with one hand and slides his thumb across my sensitive clit and everything shatters as I come a second time and then a split second later he roars and explodes inside me.
I’m still shaking as Gavin pulls the pillow out from under me and pulls me up, then lays us both down, with him still inside me. He devours my mouth, both of us still breathing heavily, our hearts racing next to each other.
“Wow,” I pant. “So that’s what ‘trying to make a baby’ sex is like.”
“I guess so,” he agrees. “I like it.”
“Gavin,” I whisper. “Are you sure?”
“Sure of what?” He shifts his body slightly to look at me.
“Sure you want to start a family with me?”
“Yeah. I am.” He pulls me closer and lets out a deep sigh. “I’m more than sure. It doesn’t have to happen right away. But I’m ready for it to. I never used to think about the future before I met you, Sydney. But now that the future has you in it, I can’t fucking wait for it to get here.” Gavin chuckles. “I wasn’t kidding when I said I want to see you as a sassy, sexy pregnant lady. And as the mom to all my kids. And hell, I want to see you as a gray-haired old lady. I want all of that.”
“I want that, too,” I breathe. “Except maybe not the part where I’m gray-haired and old.”
He laughs and kisses my hair. “You’re gonna be one sexy old lady, babe. I guarantee it.”
I snuggle against his chest and close my eyes, trying to imagine what Gavin will look like when we’re not just parents, but grandparents. A wave of love and gratitude hits me, so strong that it almost takes my breath away. I can’t believe I get to spend my life with this man — this gorgeous, sexy, loving, complicated man. That I get to have him as the father of my children, and the grandfather to my grandchildren.
It’s everything I never knew I wanted. And so much more.
THE END
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Now the past is stirring again and all I want to do is run away. I'm back in the world I fled, and the secrets and lies of my whole family are about to be laid bare. But it's not just me anymore. I've got my little boy to look out for, too. I’m his only family. And his father has no idea he exists.
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I lost everything years ago. My brother. My family. Everything that ever meant anything to me.
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At least, that’s what I tell myself until I meet Samantha Jennings. She stirs something inside me I haven’t felt for years. Back when I had hope. Back when I thought life would give you what you asked for if you wanted it bad enough.
Wanting is dangerous. I’ve learned that lesson. But when I look in those deep brown eyes, I want Samantha. I want to possess every inch of her body -- to hear her call my name when she loses herself in pleasure.
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