“Good. Does he have a date for the next shipment?” King surprised the fuck out of me when he relented and agreed to me handling all negotiations with Torres from now on. To say that Torres was happy about it, too, is an understatement.
“Yeah, it’ll arrive in three weeks.”
“Keep me updated.” He pauses. “How are you and Birdie?”
For all his ruthless ways, King cares deeply about his brothers and their loved ones, and he hasn’t let me down over Max’s death. He’s checked in on me and Birdie regularly, offering to help me in any way I need. While he’s got a lot going on in Sydney with the club and his family, he stayed in Melbourne for a week after Max died to help Ransom run things here, something I’ll always be grateful for.
“We’re doing good. She’s excited to see Lily next week.” Birdie’s heading to Sydney for a few days next week to spend time with her mum, and also with Lily. It’s her mother’s birthday, and while I can’t leave Melbourne right now, I made sure she booked time to go. She needs this time with her mum and Lily.
King and I finish our call and I slip my phone in my pocket as I head into the bedroom to see if Birdie’s asleep. Halfway there, she meets me in the hallway, carrying cot sheets.
“Hey, you,” she greets me, bringing her lips to mine. “I was beginning to wonder where you were. Is everything okay?”
I pull her back in for another kiss, needing a lot fucking longer with her than the moment she gave. “I missed you today.”
“I missed you, too.” She grips my waist, frowning. “You seem off. Is it Max?”
“Yeah.” He’s been on my mind all day. Fuck knows why. Nothing happened to trigger it, but that’s the thing I’ve learned about grief over the years; it grabs you when you least expect it. “I’m okay, angel, just tired and missing him.”
“I feel the same. I was actually sitting in bed watching TV feeling sad as I remembered stuff the three of us had done over the years when I decided I needed to get out of bed and do something to take my mind off the sadness for a while.” She holds the sheets up. “So here I am, playing in the nursery. You wanna come see what I’ve done?”
I smile. “Fuck yes. Show me.”
I follow her in and laugh when I see the mess she’s created in here. “You’ve been busy.” I fucking love that she’s been busy. I also love the things I see scattered across the nursery floor that I didn’t realise Birdie had bought. Sheets, blankets, toys, and frames to put on the wall.
“Do you like the colours? And prints? I got a little excited the other day while I was shopping with Andrea, and bought all this stuff, but then wondered if you’d like it, too. If you don’t, we can—”
I put my finger to her lips. “I love it all.”
Her brows pull together. “Are you just saying that?”
“No, and not to sound like I don’t give a fuck, but decorating isn’t my thing. I’ll help you do whatever you need me to do, but as far as colours and shit go, I’m good with whatever you choose.”
“Okay, but we should discuss the walls. I want you to at least have a say in that. What colour paint do you think? Like, I’m all about yellow, but if you hate it, maybe we can find a green we both like. But then again, green can be a funny colour, so I’m not sold on it.”
“The only colour that’s out for me is black, so if you want yellow, let’s do yellow.”
She pulls a face. “Black? Seriously, who would paint their baby’s room black? I would never suggest that.”
“Just covering all my bases here, angel. Who the fuck knows what you’re likely to come out with while all those hormones are raging inside you.”
She smacks me. “You are the worst, Winter Morrison.”
I arch my brows. “And here I was thinking you loved me.”
“Only sometimes.”
I pull her to me. “I am hard as fuck for you right now.”
Her eyes twinkle again; her hands move to my pants. “Really?”
“Fucking really.”
“I would drop to my knees and suck your dick, but this is my daughter’s bedroom and I don’t think it’s appropriate.”
“Don’t you mean it’s your son’s bedroom?”
She grins. She loves this new game we play. “Either way, you want my lips around your cock, you’re gonna have to carry me out of here.”
I don’t hesitate. I lift her and carry her over my shoulder. When I deposit her on our dining table, she frowns. “The table?”
Bringing my mouth to her ear, I say, “Remember that first IVF cycle when you were jerking me off in that bathroom? You told me you wanted me to spread you out on our dining table and eat you. I never got around to doing that.”
Her fingers curl around my neck. “You should definitely do that.”
“Lie back, baby, and spread your legs for me.”
The smile on her face as she does what I say is everything a man needs to be happy.
I slide her dress up and her panties down.
I sit and hook her legs over my shoulders while gripping her ass and pulling her to my face.
I press my mouth to her pussy.
Fuck. Me.
I love this woman.
She arches her back as I lick and suck, working her towards her first orgasm of the night.
We’ve had sex daily over the last two weeks, sometimes twice daily. My favourite way to start the day is like this with my face buried in her. Birdie’s favourite way to end the day is with my cock buried in her. The fact she’s usually the one looking for sex a second time makes my whole fucking day.
“Fuck,” she cries out while gripping the side of the table.
I push two fingers inside her and fuck her while keeping my mouth on her clit.
“Oh my God,” she chants over and over as her pussy clenches and she comes.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I say as I stand and pull her off the table. Spinning her around, I bend her over and undo my jeans.
Birdie angles her face to look at me and reaches for my dick. She guides it to her pussy and I slam inside her.
Fuck.
I grip her hips and pound into her, hard like we both want it.
She’s so fucking wet I want to spend hours inside her. And I will, because we’re just getting started.
I orgasm after her and once she recovers, I growl, “I want your ass in the shower and after I clean you, I want your lips around my dick.”
I intend to devote hours to her tonight.
“I love you,” Birdie says hours later as we crawl into bed after our second shower together. I wore her out tonight. I fucked her like I used to fuck her before IVF and pregnancy and miscarriages and grief got in the way.
“I love you, too, angel.” I bring my hand to her belly and then my mouth. This has become the way we end each night and my favourite part of the day.
She threads her fingers through my hair as I kiss her stomach. “I can’t wait to see our child in your arms. You’ll be an amazing father.”
I pull away from her belly and look down at it. Speaking to my child, I say, “I’m actually gonna screw shit up all over the place, little one, but thankfully we’ll have your mother to guide us when I do.” I turn to find Birdie’s eyes as I add, “Your mummy is the best woman in the world and we’re lucky to have her.”