“Hey!”
“Come here.” He grips the back of my neck, his hold possessive. My favorite kind.
“I am here,” I say against his lips.
“Tell me you love me.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“You better.” I nip his bottom lip.
“Watch it,” he warns. I shift in his lap, my sex rubbing against his cock.
“Or what?” I sink my teeth into his lip, making him groan.
“You need me to make you sweet again?” I nod, my body heating. How does he always know what I need? I think even before I do. I let my heels fall off my feet. Z releases his hold on me, lifting his brows in a silent challenge or maybe it’s more of a head start. “Run.”
“Ah!” I spring up from his lap, taking off on a dead run. It’s not long before I hear him behind me. “Yeah, head start,” I shout, but it’s too late, I’m scooped up into his arms, where I have always belonged.
“I’ll never play fair when it comes to you.” Good, I wouldn't want it any other way.
We play to win, no matter the cost.
Epilogue
Z
Many Years Later….
Today is finally the day. How I’ve kept this secret I have no clue, but I have. Even my oldest son is bursting to tell the news, but he’s keeping it tight-lipped. Our boys might drive their mother nuts most days, but they are also very protective of her and dote on her as well.
It's safe to say that everyone is smitten with Cosima in this house, but there aren't many people that dislike her. She has a way about her that draws people in, unless she stabbed you. Then you might not be a fan, but if she wanted, I'm sure she could charm you right back in.
She deserves the world, and I do whatever I can to make sure she gets it. Cosima is always trying to make sure everyone has a smile on their face even at her own expense. That’s why today is so important. I’ve planned everything down to the smallest detail.
“Hey, have you—” Cosima trails off when she catches sight of the boys and me. We have three ranging from eight to three.Eros is our oldest, and Cosima says is our love child. Then we have Jax and then Damon.
“You’re not supposed to cry, Mama!” Damon, our youngest, runs over to her. She leans down, kissing him all over his face. He’s our cuddlebug. It took us forever to get him out of our bed, but it was fun finding new places for me to have my way with my wife.
“You guys look so good. They’re happy hormonal tears.” She sniffles. I have them all in pink shirts to match the theme of the party. She's been planning it for a month.
Cosima lets the boys wear what they want, saying style is a choice everyone must make on their own, but when I pitched the boys on the idea of matching their mom's theme for the party, they more than wanted to do it, so I suppose they did choose, and they chose her. Can’t say I blame them. I choose her every time.
“You look stunning as usual.” I walk over to my very pregnant wife who somehow manages to get more and more beautiful by the second. She’s got on a stunning pink dress that emphasizes her baby bump.
“Tell me more. Don’t leave out any details.” She teases me in true Cosima fashion before lifting her mouth for me to take in a kiss. I oblige.
“Do you guys always have to kiss?” Our oldest groans.
“Yes,” we both reply, breaking our kiss. I could kiss her a million times and still want to do it a million more.
“I think you guys might look better in pink than me.” Cosima runs her fingers through Damon’s hair. He’s got her blond locks.
“No way.” Jax shakes his head adamantly. “I mean, I look better than these three in pink, but you’re pretty, Mom.”
“You get an extra cupcake.” Cosima leans down, kissing him on the cheek.
