I didn’t miss the small shiver that passed through her and it lit a fire in my core. Swiftly getting to my feet, I waited for Eden to pick up Micah, then we took them to their nursery, next door to our master bedroom. Once all of the shit with the murder case was taken care of, I’d finally gotten around to the distraction I’d been planning for Eden. I took a weekend off and we drove up to Connecticut to spend it shopping for the nursery. She painted the walls a light shade of tan, then had a local artist fill them with circus animals. We bought antiques for the baby furniture and she restored it all herself, with the exception of a heavily padded, rocking chair where she fed our boys after they were born.
She sat in the chair now and I lounged with Eli against the dresser, watching Eden nurse Micah. She was so fucking gorgeous and there was just something about the sight of her feeding our son that brought out a strong sense of possession and need. After Micah was full and dozing, I traded babies with her and laid him down in his crib. I pulled a soft, knitted blanket over him and ran a hand down his fuzzy, dark hair. His little nose scrunched and he popped his thumb into his mouth.
Eden fed Eli, then placed him next to his brother. We tried separate cribs at one point, but both boys screamed and cried until they were together, so we put the other bed away for now. Once Eli was settled, his little hand reached out until it was touching Micah’s, something they always did in their sleep. When we noticed the habit, it had amazed us and it only further proved my opinion that my kids were the cutest and brightest on the planet. Jax could brag all day about his Gemma, but then I’d remind him he only had sixteen years or so to prepare himself for her to date. That shut him up fast, and he usually ended up walking away muttering about locks and shotguns.
Taking Eden’s hand, I led her from the room, grabbing the monitor on the way out. Once we were in our bedroom, I set it down and proceeded to remove every stitch of clothing from my wife’s incredible body. My lips and tongue worshipped each spot, paying special attention to the slight rounding of her stomach.
“It’s a little disconcerting how sexy you find my bump, babe,” she laughed. “I’m worried it’s turning into a fetish.”
“Sunshine, there isn’t an inch of you that doesn’t turn me the fuck on, and if my obsession with what’s mine makes it a fetish, so be it.” I responded archly. Then I winked at her and swept her into my arms.
After laying her out on the bed, I quickly divested myself of my suit and boxers. Her eyes strayed to my long, hard dick, pointing up and begging for relief. She licked her lips and it caused precome to leak from the purple tip, dripping down my length. I adored my boys, but fuck, they always seemed to know when I was about to find heaven inside Eden. My wife gave spectacular head and often, getting each other off with mouths and hands was all we had time for. Obviously, I’d been in there enough to get her pregnant again, but it was rare and I missed having her tight pussy wrapped around me like a glove. The heat of her sex, the walls pulsing with her heartbeat, the feel of her spasms when she came.
I hastily climbed onto the bed, the thoughts of her pussy making me come a little and drip onto her belly. Lowering my head, I took one of her sensitive nipples into my mouth and sucked it hard. The taste of her sweet milk hit my tongue and I growled in an almost feral reaction. Her back arched and pushed her plump tit deeper into my mouth. Dropping down, I pressed my cock between her folds and rocked. Her legs flew around my waist, her small hands holding my biceps, and she cried out.
“Shhhh, Sunshine. You have to be quiet, I need to be inside you,” I admonished with desperation. A cry split the air and my forehead met her sternum. “Fuck.” By the sound of the whimpers, we could tell it was Eli, who didn’t particularly like to take naps, or sleep through the night. It wasn’t his fault we’d discovered, after two trips to the hospital, that the poor little man had acid reflux and his upset stomach often kept him awake. We waited to see if he would go back to sleep but he began to sob in earnest and I sighed, rolling over and flopping onto my back. Eden began to get up, but I grabbed her arm and held her back. “I’ll get him, Sunshine. You rest.”
Careful of my throbbing dick, I gingerly got up from the bed. Later buddy, I promised him, a plan already forming in my head.
I licked all around Eden’s nipples before nibbling, then sucking one deep. She moaned and I let it go with a pop, giving the opposite one the same treatment.
“That’s right, baby. I want to hear you,” I encouraged. In a moment of brilliance, and practically delirious with need, I’d called my mother-in-law and begged her to take the boys for the night. Not that it took much convincing on her part, it was Eden that had truly needed persuading. She’d never been apart from our babies for more than a few hours, but I kissed the fuck out of her and whispered dirty promises to get her to agree.
“Isaac,” she whimpered. “Hurry.”
Releasing her tit, I frowned at her, “Absolutely not. I have all fucking night and I’m not rushing anything. I’m going to savor every second.” Sealing my mouth over hers, our tongues danced and tasted while I stomped on the desire to follow her command and fuck her fast and furious.
Her fingers unexpectedly wrapped as far around my cock as she could and squeezed hard. “Fuck!” I yelled. I glared down at her and snatched her hand away, locking both wrists in one hand above her head. “That was very naughty, Sunshine. Now you have to keep your hands right here until I say otherwise.”
With a smug smile, she bucked her hips and struggled a little, making me groan raggedly. I narrowed my eyes in warning. “Do I need to tie you to the bed?”
“If you want me to do as I’m told, maybe you should,” she sassed. I pressed my lips together, hiding my grin at how fucking adorable she was. It was my turn to look cocky as I reached into a drawer of the bedside table and pulled out two silk sashes. Her eyes widened to saucers, surprise and lust swirling in her ocean depths.
Without comment, I secured her hands to the headboard, checking the knots to make sure they would remain soft and not hurt her. Then I went about doing what I’d intended, savoring, devouring, re-learning every peak and valley. When I finally latched on to the swollen bud between her legs, she screamed and exploded with a shuddering orgasm. Pregnancy made her extra sensitive and it didn’t take much to get her off. Another point in favor of keeping her knocked up for the foreseeable future.
At last, at last, I gripped her hips and slowly worked my cock into her little pussy, inch by inch, letting her adjust around me. “Fuck, you’re tight, baby. Shit!” She was drenched and the feel of her cream coating my cock, making her channel slick, had me gasping for air, trying like hell to keep from coming.
“Please, Isaac. Faster,” she begged. It was my undoing, and I slammed the rest of the way inside her until I was buried to the hilt. “Yes!” She screamed, her body bowing, and her pussy walls clenched, drawing my orgasm closer to the surface.
It had simply been too long and I lost all sense of reality. I lifted her with my hands under her ass and began to drive in and out with wild abandon. “Fuck, Eden! Oh, fuck!” I roared, pounding into her so hard the bed punctuated each thrust by ramming into the wall.
“I’m so close, Isaac. So full. Yes!” she cried.
“Damn, that’s hot,” I groaned. “I miss the sounds you make when I fuck you, Sunshine. I’m gonna make sure you have no fucking voice left after tonight. Fuck you so hard you won’t be able to take one step without remembering who you belong to.” I slipped a hand between her legs and pressed on her clit. “Who owns this pussy.”
With her legs wrapped around me, I let go of her ass, got to my knees, and leaned forward to grab the rod iron bars of the headboard. My hips pumped hard, my cock hitting that perfect spot inside her, and rubbing along her clit with each thrust. Lowering my head, I took her mouth in a ravishing kiss, only lifting back up when the constricting of her pussy told me she was about to fall over the edge. “Let me hear it, Eden. I want to hear you come while your pussy milks every drop of com
e from my cock,” I growled.
Her whole body tensed and then she began to shudder violently. “Yes! Isaac! Oh, yes! Yes!”
Knowing I was the one to cause those words and screams to rip from her chest broke the last of my control and with one more thrust, I bottomed out inside her and my own roars of ecstasy filled the room. “Fuuuuck!” Our groins were practically glued together and the vibrations of my orgasm throbbed against her clit, as warm jets of semen spurted into her womb, setting her off again before she’d even fully descended from her last orgasm.
By morning, I’d fulfilled my promise and both of us were hoarse as we whispered to each other while snuggling. We were depleted of energy and content to hold each other, enjoying our time alone. After a while, though, the house seemed overly quiet and I started to feel restless. I glanced down at Eden and noticed the same edge in her dim expression.
“How about we grab a quick shower, pick up the boys, and go out for breakfast?” I suggested quietly. “I miss them too.” The post-coital glow that had been fading morphed into bright sunshine and her smile was huge.
She sat up and grasped my cheeks, pulling my face in for a hard kiss. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Sunshine.” I nuzzled her nose and pecked her lips again. “My only sunshine.”
From This Day Forward
Quinn Evans knew Jenna Davis was the woman for him the moment he spotted her. Five years, a stint in the military, and the longest engagement in the history of mankind hasn’t changed his mind.
It’s a good thing there are only three months to go until their wedding because he’s about ready to toss her over his shoulder for a quick ceremony at the courthouse. But when she turns up missing, all bets are off as he races the clock to rescue his bride… and their unborn child.
Prologue
Quinn
Normally, I didn’t stick out like a sore thumb in a crowd. Although, at six foot three and two hundred pounds of solid muscle, I could be a little intimidating. I was also rocking the scruffy look since it wouldn’t be long before I’d be trimming it all off and headed to Officers Candidate School. But, that day as I entered the classroom, I felt like an alien on Earth. The college lecture hall was filled with mostly women, though a few guys were scattered about. I hated to stereotype, but let’s face it, they were pretty nerdy. You’ll understand what I meant later in the story.
When a few heads turned my way, whispers began floating around and suddenly, I stood frozen in the doorway as every eye was aimed at me.
This couldn’t be my class. Admittedly, Georgia State was a big school, but by the time you reached your last semester in the Business Economics program, you expected to see a lot of familiar faces. I didn’t recognize anybody. I started to retrieve my schedule, but stopped when I glanced at the smartboard at the head of the room.
Orientation to Early Childhood Education.
Now the nerd reference made sense, right? As did the extreme ratio of men to women. Again, not to stereotype, but the reality was, Early Childhood Education tended to have a higher percentage of women graduates. As soon as I realized I was in the wrong class, I pivoted to exit, but once again found myself frozen.
The most brilliant green eyes I’d ever seen were staring at me curiously from the back row of the hall. Long, wavy, light brown hair framed a sweetly rounded face, with prominent cheekbones. Her full lips were tilted up in a tiny smirk. Our gazes collided and she raised a single eyebrow, her smirk growing.
Rather than succumb to embarrassment, which I was sure she was expecting, I returned her expression. The apples of her cheeks dusted with red, and I couldn’t help grinning widely. The seat next to her was miraculously empty, so I took the two steps to her row and slid into the chair desk.
“I’m Quinn Evans,” I told her quietly.
“I think you’re in the wrong class,” she whispered back. Her voice was like sweet honey, and I was instantly hard and salivating for a taste.
“Nope,” I disagreed with a shake of my head. “I’m right where I’m supposed to be.”
Surprise flitted across her delicate features. “In Early Childhood Education?”
My eyes dropped to her pink, plump lips for a moment before lifting back to her green gems. “If that’s where you are.”
She tilted her head to the side, her long curtain of satiny hair falling over her shoulder and resting on her full, perky tits.
“You don’t even know me.”
Unable to resist the temptation of her pale, creamy skin, I ran the back of my hand down her soft cheek. “Not your name, but I knew you the second I laid eyes on you.”
“You can’t possible know anything about me!” she scoffed.
I cupped her face in my palms and stared into those green depths, seeing the other half of my soul.
“I know you’re mine. That’s all I need to know.”
The morning sunlight streamed through my apartment window, making Jenna’s skin glow where it slashed across her bare back. I wanted to trail my fingers down the path of her spine and savor the feel of her silky skin. But, I didn’t want to wake her. There was too much to do to get everything ready.
The first day I met her, I’d badgered her into meeting me for dinner that night. Spending time with her only strengthened my belief that she was put on this earth to be with me. Most men would have my balls for what happened next, but I had no fucks to give. We’d been on three dates when I told her that I loved her. She’d thrown her arms around me and yelled that she loved me too.
After a month of dating, we went away for a weekend and finally made love. It was her first time and it was the most amazing experience of my life. We spent the whole weekend in bed.
When we returned, she went back to her dorm to work on a paper and I had a test to study for. We agreed to meet up the next day but after barely a half hour in bed, I knew it wasn’t going to work. I went to her room, snuck in her window and packed her a bag. Then I went into the front room where she was studying, threw her over my shoulder, and took her home. She’s been living with me ever since, though we’d kept it quiet so she wouldn’t lose her spot in housing.
I didn’t know how I was going to leave her behind. OCS was only twelve weeks, but I didn’t know where I’d be sent after that. She still had three years of college left, and I refused to be the reason she didn’t graduate and become a kindergarten teacher.
It was shredding me inside, knowing how long I’d have to wait before marrying her. But, I wasn’t about to leave without the whole fucking world knowing she was all mine. Forever.
The buzz of my phone vibrating on the nightstand drew my attention away from the gorgeous woman sleeping in my bed. I shifted to a sitting position and swung my legs over the side before grabbing it and checking the text.
Weston Davis: My sister isn’t in her dorm room this morning. She better not be with you at the ass crack of dawn, Evans. Or you’re going to report to OCS with a broken jaw.
I rolled my eyes and typed out a quick response.
Me: Bring it, Spook. And don’t forget the cake.
Weston was Jenna’s older brother. He’d joined the CIA recently and had been training at the farm. But, the timing had fallen just right, and he was home for Jenna’s birthday. And, in a surprising twist, it happened to be my birthday as well.
She was nineteen today, and I was twenty-two. Our age difference hadn’t affected our whirlwind romance, other than the fact that I had just graduated and Jenna was about to start summer classes for her sophomore year.
I shook off the melancholy mood that was trying to settle over me. Standing, I stretched, then took a shower and got ready for the day.
Jenna finally wandered out of the bedroom just as I was placing a platter of French toast on the table, next to eggs, bacon, and strawberries.
Her hair was adorably mussed, her green eyes sleepy, her lips still rosy and kiss swollen from the night before. She’d slipped on one of my T-shirts, and it fell halfway to her knees, expos
ing plenty of delicious leg. I suddenly regretted my clothing choice. My jeans had no give, and I felt as though I was going to bust through the zipper.
“Hey there, gorgeous,” I said softly, holding my arms open wide. She walked right into them and hugged me tight, nuzzling her face in my smattering of dark chest hair. “Happy Birthday.”
“Mmmm, you too,” she hummed before smacking a few kisses up my chest and neck. Her head fell back, her lips puckered, and I laughed before lowering my own to take her mouth in a deep, drugging kiss.
My hands bunched my shirt at her back, tugging her even closer. I let go of the fabric after a minute and moved my hands down to the backs of her thighs, lifting until her legs circled my waist. My palms slid up to cup her naked ass, and I groaned.
I flipped around and swiftly made my way into the living room and over to the couch. I sat down, with her straddling my lap, and whipped the shirt over her head. Her tits were covered in marks from last night’s sextivities, and I couldn’t help but grin at the sight of them. Possession slammed into me, fueling my lust as I sucked one wine colored nipple into my mouth.
Jenna’s hands found purchase on my shoulders and her nails dug into the bare skin, her lower body beginning to undulate. I switched to the other breast and reached down to unzip my jeans and ease out my cock.
She eagerly rose onto her knees, and I let her nipple go with a pop so I could watch as she slowly sunk down on me. Jenna had gone on the pill a few weeks after we started dating and every time I felt the unfettered warmth and satiny walls clamping down on my dick, I sent a prayer of thanks to the person who invented it.
“Quinn!” Jenna squeezed her inner muscles and moaned.
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