MICAH
Iwas already half hard when she walked into the bedroom, but when I looked up from the baby monitor and saw what she was wearing—one of my old jerseys…and somehow I knew there was absolutely nothing else—I damn near swallowed my own tongue.
“Rylin.” My voice was low. Rough.
She grinned, her eyes sparkling under the soft hallway light as she shut the door behind her and leaned back against it. “You’ve been staring at me like that for weeks.”
“Yeah, and you’ve been teasing me like a damn demon in my own home,” I growled, sitting up straighter in bed as my cock surged fully to life. “You have any idea how hard it is to watch you nurse that kid with those perfect tits and not drop to my knees and suck the other one?”
She crossed the room in that swaying, post-baby way that made me crazy.
Her hips fuller and thighs thicker, with the kind of walk that didn’t just say woman—it said she was mine.
She climbed onto the bed like she had every fucking intention of ruining me, and my hands went to her waist without conscious thought.
“I’m here now,” she whispered. “You gonna do something about it, linebacker?”
I grabbed her and yanked her down onto my lap, burying my face in her neck as she laughed breathlessly.
“I’ve needed you,” I muttered into her skin. “So fucking bad.”
“I know. You haven’t shut up about it.”
“And you like it.”
She moaned when I rocked up into her, only the thin jersey between us.
“Yeah,” she breathed. “I like it.”
My mouth found hers, and my hands were everywhere.
Pushing up the jersey, squeezing the soft curves of her ass, and running along her thighs, back, and sides.
She was still warm from her shower and tasted like the lemon pie she’d made earlier, a dessert she said reminded her of me—bright, sweet, tart, and just a little dangerous.
I shoved the jersey over her breasts and fucking groaned when I saw the faint drops of milk glistening at the tips. My mouth covered one instantly, licking, sucking, and gently biting, and her whole body trembled in my arms.
“Oh, Micah!”
After snacking on each one, I pulled back a little and admired my gorgeous wife. “You know, you’re sexy as fuck when you’re carrying my kid.”
She groaned. “Don’t even start.”
“What? You’re hot. And the thought of you pregnant makes me feral.”
She swatted my chest. “Micah.”
I pushed two fingers inside her and felt her clamp down, wet and tight. Made for me. She arched, breath catching, and when her eyes met mine, I saw it—the hunger. The need. The surrender.
“Fucking need you,” I groaned, quickly removing my pants with one hand.
She paused and looked at me with so much love that my heart almost burst from my chest. “I need you, too.”
I withdrew slowly, then thrust hard enough to make her cry out, though she muffled the sound with her hand.
A sudden squawk crackled through the baby monitor beside the bed.
We both froze.
She sighed. I groaned.
And then…silence.
Our baby girl quieted, mercifully soothed.
I bent my head, pressing my forehead to hers. “We’ve got five minutes. Max.”
“Then get to it, linebacker.”
I dove back in, fucking her with three fingers and pushing her higher. I was leaking a fucking mess on the sheets and didn’t give a shit.
She writhed and mewled, sounding distressed, but unable to form coherent words.
“What do you want, baby?” I growled.
“You,” she gasped. “Inside me.”
Rolling on top of her, I let the head of my cock tease her entrance and demanded, “Who do you belong to? Who owns this pussy?”
She growled, and her nails dug into my shoulders. “You, dammit! Now will you freaking own it instead of just talking a good game?”
Grinning, I pressed her thighs apart, lined up, and drove home in one slow, brutal stroke. She choked on a moan. “Micah—yes—”
Her body clamped around me, slick and welcoming. I stayed buried for a minute, grinding deeper. Then I pulled halfway out and slammed back in, gritting my teeth as heat exploded up my spine.
I took her mouth in a punishing kiss and moved. Rougher and faster, every stroke a silent promise that I’d never stop wanting her like this. The stretch marks across her hips, the softness she hadn’t had before—none of it changed a damn thing.
It made me love her more.
Worship her harder.
Fuck her deeper.
Her legs locked around my waist, and she moaned. “Micah. Please. Oh yes! Please!”
“What, baby? Tell me what you need.”
“Come inside me, Micah,” she panted. “Please, I need you. To feel you. Everywhere. Oh yes! Yes! Please, Micah!”
I reached between us to pinch her clit, and she came apart beneath me. I followed seconds later, burying my face in her neck and shouting her name like a man completely fucking gone. Jets of hot come spurted from my cock, giving her more and more. Filling her up.
Afterward, we lay tangled in the sheets, flushed and wrecked.
I brushed her damp hair off her forehead and murmured, “Next one’s gonna be a boy. Just sayin’.”
She groaned. “One day, maybe. But from now on, you wrap it up, Micah Daughtry.”
I smirked, not even pretending to be sorry. “I could’ve sworn I heard my wife begging me to come inside her.”
She rolled her eyes and glared. “I should not be held accountable for what I say when you’re driving that giant thing inside me.”
I laughed and kissed her temple. “Fair.”
The monitor crackled again, this time louder. Our daughter babbled her adorable opinions.
“I’ll get her.” I stood and grabbed my pajama pants, dragging them on. “Get some sleep, sweetheart.”
Ten minutes later, I returned to the bedroom. Rylin was still naked, curled on her side with the sheets around her hips. She stirred as I slid into bed beside her and pulled her against my chest.
Then she rolled over and straddled me, naked, her eyes burning with need. Then, to my shock, she held out a condom. When I didn’t take it right away, she raised a single eyebrow.
I huffed. “Seriously?”
She didn’t say a word, just continued holding it out.
“Fine,” I snapped
I ripped open the packet, slid the condom on, and gripped her hips. She sank onto me slowly, tight, and perfect. Except for the extra glide, the warmth, the slickness…fuck, I hated that damn thing!
One stroke later, she gasped, “Take it off. I can’t—Take it off.”
I didn’t hesitate. Smirking, I pulled out, ripped the thing off, and slammed back inside her raw.
“Fuck!” I nearly shouted, but clamped my teeth at the last second, so I didn’t wake the baby.
After rising and falling once of my naked cock, Rylin’s eyes fluttered shut. “Oh yes. Yes!”
Damn right.
Six weeks later, Rylin stood in the bathroom staring down at a positive pregnancy test. She stared at the word “Pregnant” like it was written in a foreign language. “You have got to be kidding me.”
I leaned in the doorway, smug as hell, my arms folded over my chest. I wasn’t even gonna try to pretend I wasn’t ecstatic that she was pregnant again.
She looked at me, pale and wide-eyed, then glared. “Stop being so cocky. This is all your fault.”
I said nothing, just raised a single eyebrow.
She exhaled. “Okay. It might be a little my fault.”