“Our new home.” She kisses me back and looks to where I’m digging into the box behind her. “What do you have there?”
“Celebration supplies,” I say, pulling out the bottle of champagne.
“Huh.” She frowns. “I had something else in mind for celebration supplies.”
“What’s that?” She crosses her arms in front of her and grabs the hem of her faded pink shirt. She rips it off and over her head making the messy knot on top of her head bob and fall. I only notice it for one little bounce before my gaze falls to her breasts, nipples already hard and peeking through her white lace bra.
“I thought our celebration would include nothing at all, really.”
Best idea ever.
I grab the edges of her leggings and begin pulling them down. She lifts her hips and shimmies while I tug them down and by the time I have them ripped off her legs, she’s torn away her bra, leaving her absolutely bare, skin flushed, holding the bottle of champagne, and looking sexier than ever.
Taking the bottle from Jillian, I unwrap the foil. She shoves down my athletic pants past my hips and uses her feet to help push them to the floor. While I pop the cork, she slides her hands into my boxers, wrapping her cool hand around my heavy and hot arousal.
I take a swig of the bottle and hand it to her which she greedily takes, still sliding her hand up and down my length.
As she drinks, I throw off my shirt. She hands the bottle back to me, and I place my hand at her chest, applying pressure until she’s splayed out on the counter, all her chocolatey brown hair and tan skin in direct contrast to the white countertop.
“Goddamn, you are beautiful,” I murmur, earning a laugh from Jillian. Her abs contract and her breasts shake from her laughter. “Although I think I’m still thirsty.”
I hold the champagne over her breasts.
“What are you—Oh!” she squeals as the first cold drops of champagne fall onto her pebbled nipples. It runs down her sides, between the deviation of her abs and I drizzle more on her skin, watching the bubbles ripple and fall, heading toward her belly button and below it.
“You better clean that up,” she says, panting.
Already I can see her slick center between her legs.
“Oh no. I think we’ll be getting a lot dirtier.” I bend down and lick a drop of champagne and go lower, tasting her mixed with the bubbly champagne on my tongue as she squirms beneath me.
“Klaus.”
Her hands slap the counter. She has nowhere to go, no way to steady herself as I begin my assault on her. I alternate between tastes of champagne and tastes of her until I’ve cleaned up her flesh by kissing and licking every inch of her. I drive her crazy with my mouth at her breasts while my fingers push her to the edge deep inside of her.
And as she screams my name, it bounces off the walls and echoes through our massive home and I love every damn second of it.
And when she’s done, listless, well-used and flushed and anything but pure and clean, I slam my dick inside of her and make her scream my name over and over again until my own orgasm hits and our shouts are mixed together.
“We need a shower,” Jillian pants, running her now hot hands down the sweat on my shoulders and back. “And I hope you bought more than one bottle of champagne because we’re going to need that, too. You didn’t let me play.”
“You’ll have all the time in the world to play with me,” I tell her.
“Yeah.” Her smile is sweet. Knowing. Content and confident. “I guess I will, won’t I.”
Damn straight.
I gather our clothes so we can shower before getting to work unpacking when my phone rings.
I check it, the team knows we’re moving today so no one should be calling.
“Hello?”
“It’s Sebastian. Gigi’s at the hospital. You and Jillian need to get here.”
“Is everything okay?” I ask.
“Yeah. Yeah. I’m just… I’m going to be a dad today, so get your ass down here, would you?”
I grin at Jillian. “We’ll be there. Go take care of your girl and boy.”
I hang up and Jillian heads to me. “Everything okay?”
“Sebastian. Gigi’s at the hospital having their baby. He wants us to get there.”
“Oh my gosh, that’s so exciting!” she screams and grabs her clothes, hauls off toward the stairs. “I have to shower and we have to get cleaned up! Come on! Come on, let’s go!”
I chase after her, laughing. The girl is loud and with nothing set up in the house her excited voice bounces off every arched ceiling and exposed beam and corner.
“I think we have time.”
“How do you know?”
I have no idea. “Don’t babies take a while or something?”
“How the hell would I know?”
This woman. “Come on.” I shove her toward the bathroom with a hand at her lower back, reach around her to the walk-in behemoth shower large enough to hold a rave party and flip on the water.
“I’m just saying we can take our time. He didn’t make it sound like it was immediate.”
“Fine.” She shoves her finger into my chest. “But no more sexy shenanigans. I don’t want to show up at the hospital and see a new baby smelling like sex or anything.”
“No shenanigans,” I promise. “Until we get home.”
The birthing center’s waiting room is packed with teammates by the time we arrive. George, Gigi’s dad, and his friend Steve are on the far wall, staring out the windows that overlook Charlotte. I find Mikah first, sitting close to Paisley who’s holding Angelo by the fingertips as he stands in front of her on wobbling knees and legs and happily drooling as he dances in place. Next to them are Hannah and Byron whose two kids are sitting at a small child-size table nearby and fighting over crayons.
“How’s everything going? How’s Gigi?”
“Last update from the nurse is that Gigi’s had her epidural and she’s six centimeters dilated.”
Like I understand any of that. “What the hell does that even mean?”
Hannah rolls her eyes and mutters men at Byron before shaking her head at me. “It means she’s doing great. Not in pain, and she’s moving along quickly and smoothly. As long as things keep moving, it could still be a few hours.”
“Has anyone talked to Sebastian?”
“He came out and grabbed George. Gigi wanted to see him, but that was a while ago.”
From Sebastian, I know Gigi’s mom died several years ago, leaving George to practically raise her. He’s done a damn good job because Gigi kicks ass. As for Sebastian, I also know he once learned he wasn’t able to have children. Even though this pregnancy came at a time when he was just starting to fall in love with Gigi while also getting over his ex-wife leaving him, Sebastian calls this boy his miracle baby. Doctors told Sebastian he might never be able to have a biological child, to say he’s been nervous and overprotective of Gigi the entire pregnancy is putting it lightly.
Jillian kisses my cheek and points toward where Katie and Debbie are sitting in the corner. Debbie’s cradling a sleeping Abram, the boy she and Sawyer had in May. “I’m going to go snuggle Abram.”