“Christ, you’re beautiful, Magnolia.” Our mouths connect as he presses his big body to mine, and his weight feels so good, I groan. “Shh. If the boys wake up, this is going to be over before it begins.”
Quiet. Right. I nod and kiss him again and wrap my legs around his waist. His length slides between my thighs, making me light up again.
He nibbles my earlobe and neck, working his way down until he tugs on a sensitive nipple. I’m not sure what to expect. I feed two boys daily, but breastfeeding is the last thing on my mind when Olly sucks me into his mouth. The sound that comes from his chest is so guttural and full of need, I’m desperate to feel him inside me.
Smacking his lips, he breaks out that devilish grin again. “You’re so sweet.” He takes another long pull from my nipple, and my clit throbs.
“Dirty boy.” This is some definite kink territory, but making Olly wild is pretty hot.
He nudges between my thighs, and I spread my legs more to give him room. I squeeze my eyes shut, suddenly afraid it’ll hurt, but he stops moving.
“Hey. Mags. Look at me.” My eyes open to find the worry on his face. “If it doesn’t feel good, we stop. I don’t care if I’m balls deep, if something isn’t working for you, just tell me.”
I forget that Olly’s such a considerate lover. “Thanks. I needed to hear that.” I kiss his jaw. Lick his bottom lip. Suck on his tongue when he slips it in my mouth.
He takes his time wedging himself into me, but he’s right. I’m wet enough to handle his size. Slowly, decadently, he sinks into my body. I lift my knees higher to take him deeper.
“Jesus.” Dropping his forehead onto my shoulder, he takes a deep breath. “You feel too good.”
Is there really such a thing? “I already came. You don’t need to wait for me to go again.”
His affronted expression makes me chuckle. “The hell you say.” He snakes a hand between us and gently circles my clit while his cock slides in and out.
My head falls back on a gasp. “I lied. I can come again. Don’t you dare stop.”
“That’s my girl.” He licks my nipple. Sucks it. Tugs on it. And that slow throb between my legs goes crazy. Shifting, he changes the angle so his dick does a slow tap-dance on my G-spot.
I slap my hand over my mouth as I come, screaming against my hand as I’m filled with bone-melting pleasure. My orgasm has an immediate effect on him. His cock swells so thick, it keeps me fluttering around him. I’m still going when his release hits him, and we cling to each other, sweaty and panting as we give in to the euphoria.
We’re about thirty seconds post-orgasm when a little voice squawks from the crib. “That’s some damn good timing if you ask me,” Olly’s deep voice whispers in my ear.
“Amazing teamwork. Maybe we could do some more team-building tomorrow night?”
“Fuck, yes. Let’s pencil that in between the feedings and diapers and dirty laundry.”
“And presents. Don’t forget it’s Christmas. Our families will be here by noon.” It’s not even strange to be having this conversation with him while he’s still wedged between my thighs.
His arms snake around me as he leans down to kiss me. “Our first Christmas together.”
“The first of many.”
Our son yells again, and he’s joined by his brother. Michael smiles at me. “Merry Christmas, baby. Love you.”
“Merry Christmas, Olly. Love you so much.” I rub the scruff on his face. “Thank you for my boys and for our life together. I have a feeling it’s going to be amazing.”
After all the difficulty of the last year and the pregnancy and us not communicating well, I have a deep appreciation for this blissful, beautiful moment and all the good times ahead of us.
He’d better be ready. Because he’s stuck with me now.
And I have no plans to ever let go.
EPILOGUE
Four Months Later
OLLY
My parents’ house is filled with people—my old coaches, former teammates, some neighbors, my sister and her family, and of course Maggie and the twins. In the corner, a camera crew with a local news affiliate sets up to get live footage of us in the event I get drafted.
