“Max, I’m going to come,” I whimper, my head falling back against the cabinet.
“Already? Jesus, I was just warming up.” He bites his lip and rocks into me again. “Eyes on me when you do. Let me see you fall apart for my cock, sweet cheeks.”
My eyes flutter open and struggle to look at him. His brows knit together as his gaze drops down to my chest, and he freezes mid thrust.
“Max, don’t stop,” I exclaim, grabbing his ass and pulling him back inside me. “I’m so close.”
“Cassandra.” He states my name plainly, his mind clearly not on sex anymore as his eyes burn a hole in my chest.
“What?” I gasp and look down to see what he’s seeing.
The pregnancy test has worked its way out of my cleavage, and the little pregnant text is staring him right in the eye.
His indigo gaze lifts to mine. “Are you?”
“Prego?” I answer with a smile. “Yep.”
“Holy shit, really?” he asks, his eyes instantly filling with tears. I reach up and caress his smooth face. Max’s eyes often get red when he’s emotional, but I never see actual tears.
I wipe a damp trail off his cheek and nod. “Looks like we’re going to have a baby.”
He expels a garbled noise as his lips find mine, his hands touching my belly in the most reverent way I’ve ever experienced. “Oh, my God, Cozy. I’m so happy. Are you happy? This happened faster than we’d planned on.” He stares at me with wide, anxious eyes.
“I’m ecstatic, Max,” I respond with a laugh, smoothing away the worry lines on his face. “Everly’s going to be a big sister.”
He sniffs loudly and kisses me again, his eyes falling to my stomach as he trembles in my arms. “I wish it was us getting married today.”
I laugh again and shake my head. “In due time, Zaddy. This is Dean and Norah’s day today.”
He nods and kisses me chastely. “I can’t wait to call you my wife.”
His words feel like heaven as I lean forward and kiss him sweetly. “For now, let’s just be secretly happy we’re making you a daddy again.”
He growls hungrily, his nostrils flaring at whatever I said that reminded him his dick is still very much inside me. I squeeze my legs around him, nodding for him to continue his earlier efforts because yes, we’re having a baby, and yes, we need to come up with an epic way to tell Everly, and yes, we need to plan our wedding so we can all live happily ever after…but his cock is still inside me, and I have an orgasm to chase…so…why do less when we can do more?
One Year Later
“Tucker! Do not jump in that pool!” Kate screams from the door of the house as her wild, redheaded eighteen-month-old dead sprints for the water. Miles drops the cooler on the deck and takes off after him, but his sandal gets caught on something, and he ends up doing a face-plant in front of Dean. They all watch in horror when one second later, their little guy flings himself into the pool.
Without pause, I drop my book and leap up out of my lounge chair by the pool. I dive into the water and open my eyes to spot him as he sinks deeper underwater. What I see next has me nearly inhaling water myself as I fight back a laugh.
The little shit is smiling underwater.
Tucker’s eyes are wide open, arms outstretched…and he’s smiling like this is the best moment of his life.
I swim over to him and yank him out of the water, holding him to my chest as he coughs lightly. Thankfully, he was only under a couple of seconds, but talk about giving us all a fright!
He blinks his soaked ginger lashes back at me. “Tucker,” I scold, using my very impressive mommy voice but unable not to smile back at his smile. “You have to listen to your mommy. You need your life jacket before you can swim, or you can’t come over to Uncle Max and Aunt Cozy’s pool anymore!”
His lower lip pops out as he looks around, completely unaware that he could have drowned if he didn’t have a million adults watching him.
“Cozy…you’re a lifesaver,” Kate gasps as she takes Tucker from my hands. Miles joins her, looking terrified. The two of them cuddle Tucker, so I turn and swim away to give them some space.
“Nice save, sweet cheeks,” Max says, dropping down onto the side of the pool to stick his feet in the water.
I pause in the water to drink in his tan, chiseled chest on full display in a pair of tiny floral swim trunks. Good God, he really is a Ken doll.
I crawl stroke over to him, grabbing the edge of the pool between his legs. “All those maternity swimming lessons were training me for this moment right here.” I pull myself out of the pool to kiss my husband on the lips.
My husband.
We’ve been married since Christmas, and I can’t help but wonder if I’ll ever get used to calling him that. I hope not because every time I say it, it makes me feel alive in ways I never imagined.
It was Max’s idea we get married over Christmas. He thought I needed a new memory to mask my stroke memory. So we booked a big private jet and flew both of our families to a beach in Mexico over the holidays and got married on Christmas Eve on the beach.
It was perfect.
Max bands his hands around my waist, holding me up out of the water to deepen our kiss.
“My ass is hanging out for all to see, you know,” I murmur against his lips as I feel the air on my backside. Post baby belly and a few extra pounds have made me slightly more aware of my body the past couple of months.
“Let them look,” Max replies hungrily. “I’ve marked you, so they know you’re mine.”
I yank out of his arms and drop back into the water to splash him. “I’m still pissed at you about that.”
“What?” Max shrieks, wiping the water off his face with that boyish smirk that fools no one. “I put them in discreet places.”
I glare up at him but can’t stop smiling. “Discreet for regular clothes maybe. Not swimwear.”
Max shrugs happily, clearly not at all displeased by this fact when a wailing noise erupts from behind him. We both turn to look at the video screen baby monitor sitting by my lounge chair.
“Sounds like Ethan’s awake,” Max says, stating the obvious.
“Which probably means he’s starving,” I respond, feeling my breasts already letting down with milk.
“I’m hungry too,” Max confesses in a deep voice, glancing down at my even bigger than usual chest. “I haven’t eaten you in…”
“Like two hours,” I exclaim and give his bare chest a hearty smack as I hoist myself out of the water. “Honestly, Max. I was cleared to have sex like two weeks ago, and you have been all over me. If you’re not careful, I’m going to get pregnant again.”
His eyes darken with desire as he leans in close. “Don’t go promising me with a good time, Cozy.” He bites his lip seductively. “I loved you pregnant.”
Yet another kink unlocked for Max Fletcher. Honestly, if anyone got ahold of our kink list, it would be extremely embarrassing.
Max couldn’t keep his hands off me when I was pregnant. Touched my belly every time we were near each other. Sat on the sofa with his hand on me, just in case the baby moved. And the sex was a whole new level as well. Lots of mirror play, lots of me on top. Lots of eyes on my belly, not eyes on my eyes. He really is such a perv.