We pull inside the mansion gates and then down the long drive. My nerves pick up a little, but before Leighton has the vehicle in park, we’re bombarded.
“Hey, mama.” Austin’s the first to wrap me in a hug, then he meets Leighton as the lift gate opens. His eyes widen. “Dude, that’s a lot of shit for an eight-pound blob.”
“He’s almost nine pounds, Gray Bush.” Leighton shoves his friend. “Help me with this shit, will you?”
Lexi rushes over and hugs me quickly, and then dips her head into the backseat. “How’s my nephew this beautiful morning?”
“Happy and sleeping.” I grin, settling on my son’s perfect face.
Lexi pulls his seat from the back, but Trent steals Axl from her. “That’s ’cause he’s milk drunk. Look at him.”
“Poor bastard never stood a chance.” Austin shakes his head. “Don’t worry, little buddy. I make the same face when I’ve feasted on a great pair of tits.”
“I’d love it if you’d stop talking about my girl’s tits.” Leighton slaps Austin on the back.
“Alright, enough shooting the shit.” Lexi claps her hands together. “We gonna make a record or what? Time’s a wasting.”
* * *
Back home aftera long day of work, I rock Axl in his room and wait for his eyelids to drift shut. He goes out quickly, and I lay him in his crib. “You be a good boy and sleep all night for Momma, m’kay?” I know he won’t, but that’s okay. My little night owl prefers to make it through the night in three hour intervals.
“Sweet dreams.” I shut the door and creep down the hall for good measure, because I don’t want him to startle awake. Leighton’s waiting for me and I intend to get laid tonight. It’ll be the first time we’ve been intimate since Axl was born, six weeks to the date.
“He’s asleep. For a few hours.” I step into the kitchen and release a deep sigh.
Leighton hands me a glass of wine and drops a kiss on my lips. “Good.”
I look past him to the candles on the table and the spread he laid out while I was putting our little monster to sleep. “What’s this?”
“I thought we should celebrate.”
“Having sex again?” I waggle my eyebrows then laugh when he scowls.
“No. Your first day back to work. And it has not been six weeks yet. One more day to go. I know, because I’ve been counting.”
I reach up on the tip of my toes and capture his lips in a kiss that goes from chaste to erotic in less than one minute. “Live dangerously,” I whisper into his mouth and then step back to take a long sip of wine.
His gaze is hungry as it travels unhurriedly down my body. With that one look, I come alive.
“Can we skip straight to dessert?” I say, setting the glass on the counter.
“I bought dessert,” he says absently and tugs me into his arms.
I laugh into his chest. “I mean sex. Can we skip to sex?”
“We can most definitely skip to that.” He backs us up, all the way to our bedroom without breaking our kiss. His fingers make quick work of our clothes, and as soon as I climb on the bed he’s right there with me. “I need to taste you,” he whispers into my ear.
“Yes.” I groan and melt into the soft, cool sheets. The man knows how to get me off. We’ve had a ton of practice. He usually takes his time, but tonight is different. We’re on a race against the baby monitor, and it’s been months. With his focused attention it doesn’t take long before my pulse is racing and my muscles are taut, but I don’t want to come without him.
“I need you, baby.” I tug him back to my mouth.
Leighton kisses me and I can taste myself on his lips. He runs his hands over my skin with a greediness that kicks my need for him into high gear. He only stops a moment to pull out the nightstand drawer, grab a condom, and suit up.
I reach for his length, stroking his hardness before placing him at my entrance.
“I’ll go slow,” he promises, and he does. Slow. Gentle. Sweet. Each thrust of his hips slides him further inside. The fullness is painful at first, but he strokes my clit and the sensation morphs into yearning.
“Faster,” I whisper into his ear.
