“Talk to me, sweetheart. I can’t fix whatever is going on in your head if I don’t know.” His lips glided along my forehead, soothing me.
I burrowed deeper into his embrace and traced the stark lines of tattoos covering this sexy man’s chest. My face heated like always and my shyness had my tongue tied.
“Who says I need anything fixed? Maybe I just need time to think it through.”
Evan hummed through my delay tactic, the downside of being married to a cop. We could be here all night if I didn’t come clean with my thoughts. “Can you give me a hint?” His nose nudged my cheek and I knew before the night became day, we’d push the sheets to the floor and make love several times. Despite him working the day shift tomorrow and being tired, Evan Rooney would make sure I remember how much I was his wife in every carnal sense.
I licked my lips and forced my throat to work out the words. “I was thinking that maybe Ethan needs a playmate.” I kissed the bottom of his chin and threaded my fingers playfully through the short ends of his hair.
Evan grunted and put his hands behind his head. I called this his thinking pose. “We have the cat. Do you want to go looking for something else? Like a puppy?” He glanced at the clock on the nightstand, probably wondering how long I was going to drag this out. Oh, this man knew exactly what I was getting at, and I grinned in the dark.
Coyly, I mumbled, “I don’t know if a puppy is what I had in mind.” I molded my body to his and felt his erection pressed up against my hip. Evan had always been a bit of a stretch for me to take, and my body heated up recalling the first time and every time after. Sure it was easier now and wild on occasion, but it was the way he was determined to give me pleasure that had me spellbound. I shifted my hips, trying to ease the ache between my thighs.
“I’m thinking that a puppy is a lot with a toddler, but if you want one, we can start looking this weekend since I’m off.” His large hand rubbed up and down my back in a figure-eight pattern. He was the devil with magic hands.
“Evan?” My finger tapped his chest, and then I scraped my nail lightly over his nipple.
He hissed. “Yeah, sweet girl?”
“I don’t want a puppy.” I bit my lip, inhaling a deep breath. We hadn’t talked much about this, but I’d like to think Evan would want a baby of his own.
“What do you want?” He took my hands in his, kissing the tips.
“I want a baby. Another baby.” My heart pounded frantically, and in the dark it felt like my vision blurred, obscuring his handsome face. I was dizzy despite lying next to him in bed. “With you.”
“Oh, Remington.” His voice had this reverent quality, but he hadn’t really answered my question. Would he want another baby? Ethan wasn’t his biologically, but he loved him just the same. I didn’t have the traditional birth story, but Evan loved him like his own. I couldn’t be luckier.
Evan didn’t verbalize a definitive answer, but he showed me with his body as he rolled over me and tucked me under him, reaching for my knee. His hand cupped under my thigh, and I reached down, pulling my slip up. His free hand moved, putting my hands over my head. It was a vulnerable position for me, but one I didn’t mind with Evan. He’d never made me feel anything but safe.
“I love you,” I whispered into the dark as his forehead touched mine. His nostrils flared as he pushed inside my wet center, which stretched to fit him inside me. He was all the way in. His body hard, he stilled for a moment before slowly moving, making me gasp and whine at the heat and pressure that quickly built.
“I love you more than anything. If my girl wants a baby, she’s getting a baby.” Evan thrusted in and out in slow-paced moves that left me panting and clawing at his shoulders for more. The air charged, electrifying. I didn’t understand why this felt so different than before, but his driven purpose wasn’t merely a sharing of bodies, but of creating life.
It was that mystical thing that made my orgasm feel a million times stronger, milking Evan’s essence.
“Oh, Evan.” I was whimpering, squealing even as he rocked into me harder, forcefully driving my body up the bed. His hand gently covered the top of my head from hitting the headboard and then he pulled me back down to drive in and out of me over and over again under the shelter of his body and in the safety of his arms.
“Remi, Remi, Remi.” He chanted my name over and over, as lost as I was, until we both gasped and groaned a second release.
Evan kissed me but didn’t pull out. Instead, he rocked slowly, anchoring my body beneath him.
“I’m keeping you just like this forever.” He nipped at my nose as a drop of sweat beaded on his forehead before dropping onto my shoulder, making me shudder.
“Going to have to eat sometime,” I teased him with a pinch to his lean side.
He growled. “I’ll just feast on you, wife.”
I hesitated but asked my question anyway. “I guess you’re okay with another baby?”
He chuffed, a smile on his face evident in the dark. “Remi, I’m more than okay with it. I never pushed it, because I wasn’t sure you would want to try after Ethan’s birth.” His smile faltered with a grimace. “I never want you to go through that again.”
“Already forgotten.” I kissed his lips.
“So says my weak heart and gray hairs.”
We continued kissing until Evan’s weight turned me into a pancake underneath him. He pulled out gingerly when I winced and tucked me back under his arm where I belonged. I guessed we were making baby number two now, and I slept with a smile on my face.
3
Evan
I met the guys at Easton’s Pub for a few beers while Remi indulged in a rare girls’ night out. Hunter was already at our regular table in the corner, nursing a beer. His cousin, Damien, was noticeably absent. I couldn’t say I wasn’t a little relieved. We weren’t the best of friends; we had history, but I didn’t hate the guy. He was actually married to my ex-girlfriend whom I’d been off and on with for years before I met my wife. There was no animosity these days, but Damien had a wild streak like my ex, and I did my best to avoid it.
We called it the curse of small-town living.
Everyone was in everyone’s business, but it was life.
I sat down across from Hunter and eased into the corner. I waved down a barmaid, who looked new, for whatever Hunter was having. Remi no longer worked here at the bar where I first met her, but I still missed seeing her whenever I stopped in.
The owners, Andy and David, were our good friends, practically her brothers from another mother. They wanted her to come back and manage the bar when our son was older. I would have been fine with it except for the evening hours because I’d miss my sweet girl. That…and our new little DIY project at home I liked to called knocking up my wife. Remi never broached the topic of working here and instead took part-time classes at the college for her degree. I’d support her in whatever she wanted.
“How have things been at home?” Hunter asked between sips. We’d gone to high school together and played a bit of football back in the day. Seemed like we would be townies for life, raising our families here.