Page 198 of Craving Consequences
“Get on your knees and clean your mess,” he hisses once I’m no longer seizing around him.
I have zero feeling in my limbs when I drop to my knees. My core pulses and leaks, forming a puddle beneath me as I lick every drop of my release off his cock. As I suck his fat head and watch the hard flex of his jaw. The fire in his eyes. The way his nostrils flare and his hands clench at his sides.
I smirk as I roll my tongue up and along the slit and he groans.
“Stop teasing,” he warns.
I raise an eyebrow and deliberately press a kiss to the cap. “Make me.”
“Fuck!” His big hands fist into my hair and I’m forced down over him. I’m choked by his cock slamming to the back of my throat, eliciting tears as I struggle to control my gag reflex. “Warned you. Fucking told you not to be a little cock tease.”
I reach under and cup his balls. I squeeze and tug the way he likes and relish in the hard shudder that courses through him. With my free hand, I reach further between his legs and press into his taint and watch with delirious pleasure as his head falls back and he groans my name. The vein beneath my tongue pulses with his approaching climax seconds before his hot seed sprays across my tongue and down my throat.
I swallow every drop before pulling back and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
He exhales sharply, chest rising and falling as if he’d run a mile.
“Christ, you’re going to kill me.”
I smirk up at him. “Your own fault. You need to stop being so sexy.”
Eyes still dark and hungry, he reaches down and pulls me up. I’m lifted into his arms like I still weigh nothing, and I instinctively lock my legs around his hips.
“I would happily die for you,” he says.
I press my forehead to his, heart squeezing. “Not allowed. No dying. I’ll never forgive you.”
His chuckle is warm, brushing across my lips. “Go get ready, my little doe. I’ll pack Princess her snacks.”
With a lingering kiss, he sets me down. We gather our clothes off the floor and drag them on just as Lachlan and Flora return. There are no signs of oatmeal as I scoop the tiny bundle from Lachlan and press her into my chest. As I breathe in her soft, baby scent and get my heart squeezed when she wraps her chubby arms around my neck.
“I swear, it’s like our DNA didn’t even try,” Van mutters, eyeing us with a hint of a grin dancing in the gray of his eyes.
“I dunno, I think she has your nose,” Lachlan observes, head cocking.
Van shakes his head. “Definitely Everly’s.”
Lachlan steps over and kisses the tip of the nose in question. “Doesn’t matter. You’re still perfect.”
Flora drops her head on my shoulder, and I press her closer.
It doesn’t matter what’s going on with the rest of the world. Here, in our little bubble of isolation, this is all I need. Allthat matters. Sure, we lied ... a lot, but sometimes, you have to in order to keep your peace. And, so what if the people of Jefferson think only Van and I are married? So, what if they think Flora is only his? So, what if they think Van asked Lachlan to move in with us to keep me safe when he’s not home? It’s none of anyone’s business how we live our lives. The only people who ever comes to visit is Lauren, anyway.
An hour later, we’re all dressed and packed into Lachlan’s truck. Flora’s strapped into her car seat in the back next to her diaper bag with all the things she might need for her time in daycare.
I climb into my usual spot between my men and settle in for the three-hour drive into town.
“Am I still meeting you at the community center?” Van asks over me as we head off.
Lachlan grunts. “Just need another look at the electrical. Most of the structure is done. I want this done before we start painting.”
Van’s hand brushes my skirt up to reach skin before curling into place. All the while, the two continue their conversation.
“I need to stop by the house, too,” he says. “Lauren’s complaining about the heater again.” He purses his lips. “Worst tenant.”
I chuckle at the statement. It was his idea for his daughter to take over the place when he moved out. He charges her the same amount as the rent of her old apartment, which he puts towards the mortgage.
Lachlan is doing the same with his place. A new couple rented out the place six months after he moved to the cabin. I haven’t met them, but Lachlan says they’re nice.
