Force (Gravity #3)
1 The Birthday
Dash
July 3, 2019
Sea Springs, Texas
Something as simple as a roll from one side of the bed to the other had become a complicated deal for me these days. I’d been in this predicament every time I tried to sleep for almost three years. The primary culprit: pajama-fucking-pants.
What numbnut invented something so pointless? Clearly, they had no feeling in their nuts. Every time I moved I cut off essential blood flow to the region, which woke me up repeatedly. How could something made with good old-fashion American ingenuity have such a glaring oversight?
Then, as if that weren’t the most awful thing in the world, my pride added a fatal blow, preventing me from swapping these ridiculous pants for comfortable form-fitting athletic shorts like Beau wore. In the beginning, when clothes in bed became a thing, I chose pajama pants when Beau thought I should wear shorts. Now, he slept like a comfortable baby while I generally stared at the back of his head, not even his face, though I doubted that would help pacify my frustration after all this time.
For the sake of my current pity party, I usually avoided the truth: I was too damned hard-headed. I put these pants on every night, no one forced them on me. My husband of almost four years, Beau Richmond-Brooks, had taught me a good lesson about being too focused on things that weren’t near as important as him. Nowadays, I reserved my argumentative nature for the courtroom or for situations like this, where my defiance to admit I was wrong, only led to my own discomfort, no one else.
As I lay there, staring at my husband’s broad shoulders, I counted his long, measured breaths while my thoughts slipped to other things. Despite our challenges, Beau and I still squabbled over our minor differences. The same ones we’d had from the beginning, nineteen years ago. They typically revolved around something I wanted that veered off the course Beau set for himself. In our current life, Beau never bent. But he had a unique ability to capture my attention and steer me back onto his track.
Silently, yet with a touch of drama, I rolled over. My pants stayed in their previous position, cutting off more circulation than before. I stared at the dark ceiling, manifesting new thoughts about how much I loved my life.
As I rested my palm on my shirtless chest—noting that was how my whole body should be—I rubbed at the sweet ache of insurmountable joy there.
Fortunately, I didn’t need much sleep. I lifted my head, catching the first rays of morning sunlight peeking around the sides of the curtains. In peaceful moments, I reflected on all the victories I had accomplished over the past four years. This perfectly sized, cozy bedroom was one of them.
We had managed to build a replica of Beau’s ancestral family home, making only a few minor adjustments. While I didn’t override Beau’s vision, I made tiny enhancements. I couldn’t resist incorporating a few elements from my Dallas home. For example, this bedroom suite was much larger than the previous one. That oversized, open concept followed throughout the entire home. I installed a few smart options in all the first floor rooms. Mood lighting and a sound system helped nourish my soul. Beyond the curtains in our room were the same floor-to-ceiling retractable windows that we’d had before. They led to a private section of the nice-sized swimming pool in our backyard.
Many nights, Beau and I would sneak out for a private swim, sharing conversation and simply enjoying being in each other’s company. Those memories stayed vividly trapped inside my heart, truly special moments for me.
When sneaking outside wasn’t an option, we’d take refuge in the en suite bathroom built for a king, or two guys who really liked to spend time alone. Bubble baths were a new addition to our private time. The oversized, luxury bathtub was everything to me. I cherished holding my guy in a cozy embrace, surrounded by warm, temperature-controlled water with tight bubbles floating on top. My cock firmed underneath my pajama pants, the material not stretching to accommodate the additional space. I ran my hand down my chest to travel under the waistband and grip my cock.
I tugged in measured movements, continuing my mapping of the first floor of our home. The bedroom opened into the furthest side of the living room. A dining room and spacious kitchen were all there in an open concept, making the downstairs feel enormous. But while christening our home, I demanded each of those spaces be considered separate. I fucked my guy over the kitchen island, the dining table, and every piece of furniture in the living room. My fist gave a hungry stroke down then up again, until the whispers penetrated the room.
The sound came from the baby monitor on my nightstand. “Livie, wake up,” Ava said quietly to her sister, unaware that we could hear every little sound coming from their second-floor bedroom.
“The sun’s not up,” Livie whispered, bringing a smile to my lips.
“Mia?” Ava said.
“Paw said we have to stay in bed.” Mia had a way of drawing me into her sweet charm.
Our identical triplets. Who would have ever guessed that was a possibility with in vitro? It was a shocking discovery during an early ultrasound.
Where Mia believed in being happy, she teetered between right and wrong. Livie followed all the rules. If there were no rules in place, she created them to remove any potential chaos to her day. Ava, well, we had trouble there. She enjoyed breaking all of Livie’s rules. As a parent, Livie was a dream child. As someone watching from a distance, Mia and Ava had all the fun.
I tuned out the whispers, confident that Amelia would handle them. She loved and cared for those little girls as much as Beau and I did. She’d become their beloved abuela .
The damned hospital gave us a false sense of assurance and confidence, making their care look effortless. They handled our daughters like they were footballs—flipping them front to back, side to side while changing their diapers and swaddling them in their blankets. Even during their neonatal stay when they were barely the size of my hand, those nurses were fearless with their care. Yeah right. There was no way Beau and I could have managed the trio alone. Three crying babies in a home of two men who had never been around children... Hell, we’d been outnumbered from the minute we were told there were three.
In the end, they survived the baby stage, and so did we.
Beau counted it a win for the parents side, which included his influence. So the win was his.
We had no difficulty getting pregnant. It wasn’t a consideration not to have all three once we got over the shock of the idea. A week shy of their third birthdays, our little girls continue to bring unbelievable depth to our love and lives. They could be quite bossy, and entirely too smart to accept simple answers to their constant questions of “why,” and they were good big sisters to our infant son, Weston. His baby monitor came with a video screen and sat next to the girls’ walkie-talkie-type listening device.
“You have to be quiet,” Ava said.
“Stay in bed until the sun comes into the window,” Livie said, repeating Beau’s directive.
“The sun’s up, Livie,” Ava whispered. “Come on. It’s Daddy’s birthday.”
“We can surprise him,” Mia said with pure joy.
The only downside to having three little girls was the collective noise that stacked until it echoed through the house. In hindsight, renovating two of the four bedrooms on the second floor into one large space to let the girls share a room together might not have been the best idea. At just two months old, Weston, who we called West, had barely slept through the night. In another small renovation, Amelia left the third floor suite to take the bedroom between the girls and West. Maybe it was going to help or maybe not, only time would tell.
Even if Amelia didn’t intervene, the girls weren’t going to get far. Where the back spiral staircase used to be, we’d installed a small elevator to help Amelia get around with ease. The girls couldn’t access that. At the top of the main staircase was a professional-grade stair barrier. No chance they could get past that locking system.
Turning quietly to face Beau once again, I took a moment to rifle through the blanket to find Beau’s warm body. This was my last possible chance for my good morning birthday sex. I hooked my leg around his thigh, positioning myself against him head to toe. Duke stirred in his bed just a few feet from ours. I lifted a fist, giving Beau’s command to motion him to the bathroom’s doggie door. After a good shake, he lumbered out with Dixie reluctantly following.
“Your body’s hot,” Beau murmured. I took it as a tease and pressed a kiss on his shoulder. Beau remained a fine specimen of a man, muscular and hard, and buried under a summer blanket to keep him warm under the icy blast of cool air I required to semi-sleep. A wicked smile formed as I contemplated the idea of keeping him warm instead of this cold, unfeeling fabric. I pushed away everything separating Beau from me as he turned to face me. My guy was more awake than I’d initially suspected.
Even with having to steal moments to be together, I was always ready, anytime he wanted me. Like right now.
“Happy Birthday,” he whispered. “They’re gonna work their way into our room.”
Beau had chopped off his long hair, keeping it close cropped these days. This new look, including a slight mustache and beard, made him a tad bit more handsome. That wasn’t something I thought was in the realm of possibility. His strong jaw resembled a steel trap, and the jewel tones in his amber eyes sparkled brightly.
“I love my life,” I whispered, propping myself up on my forearm as I gazed down on him.
“Me too,” he responded in that sultry tone that curled my toes. He cradled the back of my head in his hand, gently pushing me down for an early morning kiss. I kept it light and sweet, always preferring to brush my teeth before we kissed, despite how often Beau teased me about it.
“Do you think Daddy and Paw are sleeping?” Mia asked in that same hushed whisper.
“Put your house shoes and robe on,” Livie said.
“Dixie’s outside. Paw’s awake. He’ll come get us,” Ava said.
As far as I was concerned, a quickie wasn’t out of the question. A birthday blow, maybe. Beau was like a Hoover. He could easily pull it out of me in a few minutes.
“Suck me before West fully wakes. I’ll have a better day if you do.” As I spoke, I swiftly shoved my pajama bottoms down. My heavy cock, much like a heat-seeking missile, sprang free from its cotton prison. I circled the shaft, my hips arching closer to my guy’s mouth. “Put me in your mouth, Beau.”
“You’re a wicked man,” Beau murmured, bending toward the small bead of pre-come clinging in my slit.
A quickie blow was decidedly un-wicked, but the fantasies I had for the remainder of this weekend were next level naughty. The only gift I asked for was a couple nights away at a new Houston luxury resort with my husband spending dedicated time working me over until my muscles quivered under the assault… The thought vanished as my heart gave a violent stutter of excitement against my rib cage. Beau swatted my hand away, taking my hard, ready cock into his fist. He licked his way up the side of my shaft until he swiped his tongue at another droplet at my tip.
Truthfully, I loved watching my guy love my body. Beau’s knees moved between my spread legs, giving me a tight rub from base to tip then back down again. Every so often, he twisted his palm, sending jolts of pleasure shooting this way and that. I groaned, loving that move.
“Is this what you want?” Beau breathed huskily. His warm breath cascaded down the length of my cock. A bolt of excitement shivered up my spine.
Fuck yeah, that was exactly how I wanted him.
Beau rolled his shoulders and swiveled his neck, tightening the grip on my cock. Those sexy, alluring eyes lifted to my face. The intensity in his gaze promised something fantastic, even if it was short lived.
“Don’t fight it,” he instructed. “We gotta be fast.”
I didn’t mention that he was the one causing delays. Instead, I mostly closed my eyes and fisted the sheets beside me. I tucked my bottom lip between my teeth as I let go of any control I had. The depth of my arousal soared to the stratosphere.
“My God, you’re stunnin’,” Beau whispered over my wet cock, his hand gliding over my stomach before moving to my chest. He swallowed me whole while his sinful fingertips tweaked my nipple, pleasure thrust my hips forward, sending my cock further down his throat.
Beau needed to either quicken the pace or take it down a notch. Both options appealed to me, but I opted for the latter, gently lifting my hand to cradle his chin.
“I love you forever.” My tone was laced with the reverence and devotion I felt to my core. Joy and contentment bloomed, mixing with a combination of lust and love swelling within me.
“Baby, I can suck you,” I offered as he took me into his mouth. Such driving need always urged me to give him the same pleasure I received. “I think it’s your turn,” I whispered, skimming my fingers through the short strands of his hair. My gorgeous husband leaned into the touch.
I heard an audible pop. The air conditioning floated over the skin he’d made warm and wet.
“It’s not my turn. I’m five down. Concentrate, baby. We don’t have too much longer.”
He was right and again licked up the side of my cock.
“I like licking your ass like that.” Due to him, my life was perfect. I never wanted it to change. “Go slow when you put me back inside your mouth. I want to remember this moment throughout the day.” The thump of my heartbeat drowned out all other sounds as he did what I asked and slid me into his mouth.