Nash
NASH
F irelight flickered across sticky faces, all smeared with marshmallow and chocolate. Fang had a full s’mores production line going, with Kian and Vaughn keeping the line moving and assisting their youngest daughter, Lavender, who was struggling with her crackers.
Unlike Mila, who’d crashed out ages ago and was likely done for the night, Lavender was a mini Rebel and running around on a sugar high, unlikely to settle down anytime soon.
I checked on Lexa, but she waved me off, clearly too big to need or want my help when the older kids were around. She chomped her dessert happily, following Ripley like he was the pied piper.
Scythe and War reappeared from the edge of the darkness, and I wandered in their direction, not even bothering to hide my smirk at their wet hair. “Enjoy your swim?”
“Did they have swimming lessons back in the Dark Ages when you were born, ?” Scythe asked, passing me by. “Ooh! S’mores! Move over kids. My turn!”
They all giggled and threw themselves at him, trying to prevent him from cutting the line.
For all his complaints about not liking anyone’s kids but ours, he scooped up Madden and Wolf, Rebel’s boys, and ran them twenty feet away, dumping them there before running back so he could take their spot in the line. They howled with laughter and chased after him.
The process repeated until all the kids had been chased and Scythe was able to steal a s’more from Fang.
War sniggered quietly at Scythe’s antics but nudged me. “Where’s Mila and Bliss?”
I pointed at the stroller. “Mila’s out. Bliss is…” I glanced over to where the women had set up chairs. But Bliss wasn’t there anymore. “I don’t know actually. Maybe she went up to the house to get some more food.” I frowned at the idea of her trekking around in the dark when she was pregnant.
Rebel caught my eye and waved me over.
I elbowed War. “Can you watch the girls so I can go see if Bliss needs help, or are you and Scythe sneaking off again?”
War shook his head. “Go. I’ll keep an eye on the kids. Scythe included.”
I clapped him on the shoulder and left them to it. At Rebel’s side, I tapped her hand. “Where’s Bliss?”
She grinned at me. “Up in the house. You should go help her.”
I nodded, rubbing at my arms when a cool breeze rippled across my skin. It definitely wasn’t summer anymore, though we were clearly still clinging to the last of the warm weather by being out here tonight. I searched around for the long-sleeved shirt I’d ditched earlier before the sun had dropped and the wind picked up. But it wasn’t where I’d left it, on the grass with a pile of kids’ shoes, hats, and other discarded items of clothing. I paused. “Have you seen my shirt? Red-and-black-checked flannel?”
Rebel laughed. “As if you own any others.”
I pulled a face at the woman who was like an annoying sister to me. She always gave me a hard time about my wardrobe, but I was too fucking old to care about other people’s opinions. I liked my shirts. Even if they all were kind of the same. It made getting dressed in the mornings easy, and with two young daughters and a third baby on the way, mornings were busy enough without turning it into a fashion show.
Rebel giggled. “Okay, grump. Take a joke. Your shirt was put to good use, I assure you.”
I squinted at her. “What does that mean?”
Mae and Lacey watched our exchange with wide grins.
I frowned at all of them. Something was going on.
It was Mae who eventually took pity on me. “Just go up to the house and find Bliss.”
Sounded good to me. They were all being weird.
Their laughter as I walked away only confirmed it.
I didn’t understand women. Apart from Bliss, whose presence in my life had always made complete sense.
I jogged across the lawn to the house, up the stairs to the porch and let myself in. This place was huge compared to the cabin that had once stood here. It was still rustic in feel, with a lot of wood and a big country-style kitchen, but where two small bedrooms had once been was now a sweeping staircase up to the second floor.
The kitchen was empty of people, and when I stuck my head into the living room, there was no one there either. “Bliss?”
“? I’m up here.”
I leaned on the banister, one foot on the stairs, feeling a bit odd about just going on up there where the bedrooms were. I’d been in this house a bunch of times over the years, but normally we just hung around in the main living rooms or outside. “Are you okay?”
“Um. Maybe? Can you come up?”
A kernel of worry had me ignoring any hesitations I might have felt about intruding on Mae’s family’s personal space. I toed my boots off, leaving them on the hardwood floors, and jogged up the stairs, taking them two at a time.
Family photos lined the walls, the four adults beaming at the camera, their three boys at various ages, growing up in still images as I approached the second floor. “Bliss? Where are you?”
“Last door down the hallway!”
The floor was carpeted up here, so my footsteps were silent. I passed one of the boys’ bedrooms, likely Ripley’s because there were Spider Man posters on the walls. I’d have to tell Vincent he still had those. Vincent and Ripley had always had a special bond, and we’d all heard the story of how V had dressed as Spider Man one year for Ripley’s birthday.
Jay and Casper seemed to share a room if the twin beds and the toy trucks on the floor were anything to go by. A third bedroom across the hallway had me pausing, mouth dropping open in surprise at how damn big it was. Not just the room, but the bed sitting in the middle of it. It was probably the size of two kings combined, and an instant case of bed envy blossomed inside me. The four of them clearly all shared the one room, and it had obviously been purposely built with the needs of four adults in mind.
Though our relationships had the same dynamic with three men and one woman, we’d chosen to keep separate bedrooms and have ‘sleepovers’ with each other when wanted. Which worked perfectly for us, except when all four of us were together. Then we had to get creative with positions because no king-size bed could accommodate all of us.
Not that all four of us had happened in a while. Even Bliss and I hadn’t happened in months.
My dick kicked just thinking about the last time I’d seen her naked. Fuck, I missed her. So much I’d taken to watching documentaries with her in the evenings because anything more sexy than that was going to have me jumping her bones.
I’d made myself a promise I wouldn’t do that.
Her pregnancy had taken so much out of her, I just hadn’t wanted to be another thing with needs she had to take care of. So instead I’d focused on back rubs, and sitting her down for foot spas, and making sure she never had to cook dinner, even if it meant I put something in the crock pot at six in the morning before I left for the club.
I could jerk my dick in the shower if I had to.
I hadn’t, because all my dick wanted was her. But if I got desperate enough, the option was always there.
I got to the end of the hallway and the closed bedroom door. I knocked quietly. “Bliss? You in there? Is everything okay?”
“I hope so.”
My palms got sweaty with worry. I twisted the handle and pushed on the door. “Is something wrong? Is it the baby—”
Bliss stood across the room, softly lit by warm yellow lamplight. Her auburn hair fell down her back, messy and windswept from being outside all afternoon. Her cheeks were pink from a bit too much sun, as was the shoulder peeping out from beneath my shirt.
She wore nothing beneath.
The fabric covered both nipples, but the buttons were all undone, leaving room for her belly to poke through. Her legs were bare and long, every inch on display.
I shut the door so damn fast and flipped the lock in the next second. “What’s… What are you…” I didn’t even know what to say, my brain was too busy short circuiting with the fact my woman, who I hadn’t seen naked in months, was now just across the room and looking like she’d just stepped out of all of my fantasies.
She bit her bottom lip and tugged at the shirt, trying to cover herself up. “This was a stupid idea, wasn’t it? Mae and Rebel talked me into it, but I don’t want to pressure you…”
I gaped at her. “Pressure me? Pressure me into what?” I clamped my fingers into the denim of my jeans to stop them from running over every inch of her body. My gaze skated across every curve and change, every part of her different now because of the baby growing in her belly.
If it were even possible, her cheeks went even pinker. “Sex. You haven’t touched me in so long… If you don’t find me attractive anymore, I get it. I haven’t exactly been making any effort with my appearance—”
The look on her face sent a shock through my system. Not hesitating a second, I rounded the guest bed to her side, so we were face to face. Then gripped her cheeks with both hands and tilted her chin up so she had to meet my eyes. “We talked about this. About how tired you were and how I didn’t want to burden you.”
“I know, but I thought maybe you were just using that as an excuse because you didn’t want me like this.”
A sick feeling swelled inside me, and I gripped her face harder, probably a little too hard, but I had to be sure she heard me. “You listen to me, and you listen to me good. I will always want you, Bliss. Always . Every minute of every day of every month of every year. Whether you are a hundred and twenty pounds or five hundred. Whether you are pregnant with my baby or with a goddamn kangaroo, I’d still want you. I’ll want you to ’til the day I die.” I breathed out slowly, pressing my forehead to hers. “I thought you knew that? I tell you every day. I thought you could see it in the way I take care of you.”
She clenched her fingers in my t-shirt, faintly pink after an unfortunate washing incident, and wound the fabric around her knuckles. She closed her eyes and breathed in time with me. “I did know. And I love you for always taking care of me and the girls and War and Vincent and Scythe, too. But…”
I shook my head, hating that I’d been so wrapped up in giving her what I thought she needed rather than actually listening to her. “But what? Anything. Tell me. You’re running off with your kangaroo baby’s father? I’m coming, too.”
She laughed, and the sound was sweet. “What I need now, is you. I need you to stop wrapping me up in cotton wool. I need you to get mad at me when I piss you off.”
“You never piss me off.”
She laughed and tugged at my tee, letting it go so it snapped back against my chest. “What about when I accidentally put one of Lexa’s red socks in with your white t-shirt and created this monstrosity?”
“I’m still wearing it, aren’t I?”
She grinned, rubbing her nose against mine. “That’s part of the problem. You look damn good in it.”
I brushed my lips over hers. “The pink shirt does it for you?”
“You in it, does.”
I inhaled her scent, reminding myself of how perfect she smelled. How every time I was near her, something settled inside me, while another part got stirred up, just wanting to have her closer. “You’re wearing my shirt.”
“And nothing else. Don’t forget that part.”
I groaned and ran my nose down the side of her neck, nudging at the collar. I so desperately wanted to keep going, to push it all the way off her, so it fell away from her tits and showed me every inch of her skin. “What are you trying to do to me?”
She laughed. “Isn’t that obvious?”
I sucked on her neck, flicking my tongue against her pulse that beat too fast. “Everyone will know what we’re doing up here.”
“Do we care?”
I sure as fuck didn’t. I slid the shirt off one shoulder and then the other.
It dropped at our feet, leaving her completely naked and so fucking perfect.
I let out a shuddering breath, trying to control the way my dick leapt to life and fought to get free of its denim prison.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered to her. “I’ve missed seeing you like this.”
She let out a whimper when I put my fingers to the tight, stretched skin of her belly, like that tiny touch had been everything she’d been craving. I flattened my palm, running it over the bump.
Her eyes closed, and she leaned into me. “Don’t stop. Please. I just need you to touch me.” She nudged my hand down. “Everywhere.”
Any control I’d been keeping on myself for the past few months snapped. I hoisted her into my arms, loving the way she didn’t even protest about her weight being too much like she used to have a habit of doing.
She just wrapped her arms and legs around me and fused her mouth to mine, kissing me deeply.
I laid her out gently on the bed, gaze devouring her naked body while I kicked my socks off, shed my jeans and underwear, and discarded my tee. They all hit the floor with the checked flannel shirt that now belonged to her. “I want you in that shirt, naked beneath it, every time I come into your room.”
She grinned as I spread her legs, crawling in between them to lower my face to her core.
Her shout of pleasure was quick and sharp, the second muffled by a pillow she clutched to her face. I gave her a moment to recover, and the pillow moved so I could see every expression when I sucked her clit.
Her hand came to the back of my head, and she drew her knees up, digging her heels into the mattress.
I fucking loved the way it opened her body up to me. No shame. No fear. Just taking what she wanted from me, and I was more than willing to give it.
“Missed this taste,” I murmured, alternating licks of her pussy between kisses to her inner thighs. “Missed the feel of your legs clamped around my head and your sweet pussy pulsing on my fingers when you come.”
She moaned, rocking against said fingers as I slipped two of them inside her to stroke her G-spot. She was so wet, so loose, so turned on.
I loved that she’d gotten herself halfway there before I’d even started. I added a third finger, pumping them in and out of her in just the way I knew she liked. I brought her to the edge, feeling the beginnings of her orgasm deep inside her, and then backing off, edging her just a little bit until she drove her hips up, demanding to be allowed to come.
I let her go, pushed her over the edge, and reveled in the feel of her pussy squeezing and convulsing around my fingers. My mouth flooded with the taste of her, a new rush of arousal even sweeter than the first.
She panted, breathing hard, tits rising and falling with the force of her lungs trying to suck in air.
Rolling her to her side, I got behind her on mine, my dick instantly making its way between her thighs, searching for her wet opening. I slid inside her gently, though her body took me easily.
Buried to the hilt, I sighed in pleasure, loving that she did too. I savored the feel of being deep inside her and snaked my arm around her middle, taking an indecent handful of her tits to hold while I pumped into her from behind.
She arched her back, and I thrust into her slowly, dragging out each movement as long as I could, pulling out almost entirely before surging back inside where both of us liked me to be.
I tweaked her nipple, rubbing arousal from between her legs onto the tight bud and kneading it until she covered my hand with hers, keeping it there where she wanted it.
“If you want my hand here, you need to put yours between your legs.”
She obeyed instantly, dropping her hand to her clit and rubbing it slowly, matching the pace of my thrusts. “I’m going to come again.”
It was a warning. A chance for me to tease her, edge her some more. But I was more interested in feeling her come on my cock as many times as she could before I let go of the tenuous grip I had on my orgasm.
My cock was so damn sensitive, I could barely stand it, but when she came for a second time, I just kept going, fucking her until her “ohs” of pleasure became pants of need.
I rolled onto my back, taking her with me, never breaking the connection between us.
She ended up impaled on my cock but facing my feet. “You’re so deep,” she groaned, settling onto her knees, each one braced either side of my hips.
It gave me the perfect view of her rounded ass as she rocked over me, searching for the position that felt best for her.
It all felt good to me. Every tiny movement had me desperate to come, but I wanted one more orgasm out of her before I would let myself fall over the edge.
How I’d thought I could give this up for the entire nine months of her pregnancy was beyond me. I’d tried being noble. Now all I could think about was fucking her like this, every night, on every surface, for the rest of her life. “Ride me, Bliss.”
I brought my knees up, giving her something to hang on to. Her belly fit sweetly between my thighs, and she gripped my legs, leaning forward to slide up my dick, flashing me a glimpse of my shaft wet with her arousal as well as the sexy star of her ass I couldn’t help reaching out to finger.
“Oh my God,” she moaned, taking my finger in her ass like a pro. She was no stranger to anal, and her tight back passage took my whole slicked-up finger with little warm-up.
I propped myself up on one elbow and let her run the show, groaning when she dropped one hand between my legs and alternated between rubbing her clit and squeezing my balls.
She rode me, setting the pace, while I just fought to hold on. But all too soon it was too much. I needed her so badly, wanted to explode inside her and remind her that I hadn’t gone anywhere and it would never be this long between being inside her again.
She was there again as well, bouncing on my cock, her moans so loud now I was glad that Rebel and Mae knew exactly what we were doing up here and would keep the others away.
This was all about me and the woman I loved, reconnecting, reminding each other that even when things got hard between us, we would always end up back here, together.
She plunged herself down onto my cock, one hand on her clit, the other squeezing her nipple. I kept getting little glimpses in the mirror on the wardrobe and wished I could see the whole show, but just the glimpses were enough. I didn’t want to ruin it for her when she was so close to coming.
Her legs trembled with each rise and fall, and I gave her ass a second finger, desperate to get her over the line because I was barely hanging on.
She shouted my name, her pussy clamping my dick for a second time.
There was no fighting this one, though. I came with her, my balls drawing up tight, my cum spurting inside her, releasing deep into her body.
She rode me out, taking everything I had to give and claiming everything her body needed from mine.
Our noises of pleasure turned into panting breaths and twitching muscles. Bliss eventually lifted herself off me and fell onto the bed on her side, her hair a wild mess on the quilt beneath us.
I spent a good minute staring at her, cementing the image to memory, even though I knew I was going to do it all over again as soon as we got home.
I padded into the tiny guest bathroom and cleaned up, grabbing a warm, wet washcloth for her before returning to the bed.
Bliss hadn’t moved.
Her eyes were closed, and only the tiny smile pulling at her lips told me she was awake.
I got on the mattress behind her, spooning her, running the cloth all over her body, cleaning her up.
When I was done, my hand came to rest on her belly, and I fought the wave of tiredness threatening to take me under.
“We can’t go to sleep,” I whispered into the back of her neck, unable to tear my lips away from her skin.
“Just for a few minutes. You can’t fuck me like that then expect me to move quickly.”
I chuckled, happy to lie here with her for hours, even though I was sure our disappearance had been noticed by now. The baby gave a solid thump beneath my hand, and I chuckled, feeling him or her kick several more times, twisting and turning and rolling around in Bliss’s belly.
“Ugh.” She pushed up on her elbow and flipped over so we were facing each other. “She always does this. It’s like she gets lulled to sleep while I’m moving around, but the minute I go still, she wants to have a party.”
We didn’t know if it was a boy or a girl, but since we already had two girls, Bliss had convinced herself this one would be, too. I wiggled down the bed and kissed the belly currently housing our squirming third child. “I hope this one is War’s.”
Bliss smiled gently. “Me, too. Mila is so much like you, there’s no doubt in my mind she’s yours. And that birthmark on Lexa’s hand is a clear sign she’s Vincent and Scythe’s. It would be nice for War to get one who looks like him, too.
But at the end of the day, we both knew it didn’t matter. We all loved those girls more than the world, whether they were biologically ours or not.
“Maybe it’ll be a boy this time.” I stroked my fingers over the stretchmarks streaking across Bliss’s stomach.
“If it’s War’s baby, we might have a shot,” she agreed. “You and Vincent and Scythe seem set on giving us girls.”
I sniggered, pulling her up from the bed, finally ready to find our clothes and return to our family and friends. “As long as it’s actually not a kangaroo.”
“Lexa and Scythe would like it if it was.” Bliss put her hands on her hips in mock outrage. “And hey, you said you’d accept a little hoppy baby!”
I laughed into her hair and kissed the top of her head. “We need to stop watching those Australian documentaries.”
The end.