“Little bastard.” Grinning up at her, I pull her shirt over her head.
“He is your son.” Fabric muffles her voice, but I hear her clearly.
Once topless, she leans forward to kiss me as I flip the clasp on her bra. I brush my tongue against hers and moan when her hand cups me through my jeans. One touch from her and I’m throbbing. It’s been two weeks since we had sex and that was a quickie in the shower before work. I miss my wife. A petty part of me hates sharing her time and attention with anyone. Then I feel guilty because I’m jealous of my own kid. But I’m never going to admit that aloud.
Instead of focusing on what’s changed and what I’m missing, I focus on this moment and challenge myself to see how quickly I can make her come.
With my mindset, I lift her and off me, setting her feet on the floor before standing in front of her. I drop my jeans and boxers, loving the way her eyes widen when she stares at my body. I swear my cock swells with pride under her attention.
Shaw fusses, and we both freeze again, waiting for him to do more, but he quiets. Our time is running out.
“This isn’t going to be slow. You okay with that?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
Nodding, she licks her lips. “Fast and hard works for me.”
Unable to resist, I kiss her deeply and then drag my teeth over her bottom lip. “God, I love you. Turn around.”
“I love you, especially when you’re bossy,” she says over her shoulder, bracing her hands on the end of the couch. Her full, plump ass lifts in the air, teasing me. She loves it in this position.
I find her as ready as I am, easily slipping a finger inside her. Without wasting time, I guide myself to her opening and thrust inside. We groan simultaneously. I pull out and slide back in to my base. A few more thrusts and I’m right on the edge. But this isn’t about me getting off in a few strokes. Locating her clit, I press my thumb in a tight circle, matching the rhythm of my cock sliding against her g-spot.
From upstairs, a few grumpy baby squawks crackle over the monitor.
“Damn, hurry. Please. I’m so close.” Hailey’s hand rests over mine to encourage me.
No pressure. It’s like making love with a ticking bomb winding down the seconds to explosion.
Shaw quiets, and I refocus on Hailey’s orgasm. Soon I feel the telltale tightening of her inner walls around me, and I know she’s nearly there. Bending over her, I squeeze her nipple with my other hand and whisper near her ear, “I can feel you squeezing my cock, and it’s so fucking hot to be inside you when you come.”
That does it. With a soft moan, she bucks and arches and then stills as her orgasm pulses through her.
A low moan of my own rumbles in my chest. Unable to hold off another second, I push deep and then grind into her as I explode.
Panting, I stay inside her for a moment, relishing the feel of her after our dry spell. Another screech from Shaw causes me to straighten up and I slip out of her, shuddering at the contrast of cool air after her heat.
“I needed that.” Hailey sweeps her hair out of her face. She glows with pleasure. “I think that was a new record for us.”
Glancing over at the kitchen clock, I estimate we’ve been naked for all of seven minutes. “Someday we’ll have more time. Then I’ll ravish you until you can’t walk. Sound good?”
Her lashes flutter as she closes her eyes. “Promise?”
Shaw yells in his room, his patience gone.
I tug on my boxers and kiss Hailey a quick peck. “I’ll get him.”
“I’ll make a salad to go with the pizza.”
Upstairs, I find a pair of sweats before I rescue Shaw from his crib and change his diaper.
“Thanks for being a good wingman and napping this afternoon like a champ.” With a kiss to his head, I lift him off the changing table. “You don’t know what a wingman is, but someday you and Mac will figure it out. He’ll always have your back, and you’ll have his.”
He smiles at me.
“Let’s go see Mom.”
Hailey’s in the kitchen, chopping a pepper. The pizza sits on the counter next to a giant bowl of salad. I love that she thinks I’m going to eat lettuce when I bought a bag of garlic knots.
I settle Shaw into his high chair first, and then step around my wife. “I saw Jonah today at the coffee hut. He offered to babysit for us next weekend.”
“Why?” she pauses her chopping. “That’s strange.”
“You like Jonah. We’ve known him forever. It isn’t like I’m handing our kid over to a stranger.” As a precaution, I remove the chef’s knife from her hand for the next part. I never lie to Hailey. “He asked if he could borrow Shaw for a few hours. Sounds like a win-win situation for us.”
“Wait, you want to loan our baby to Jonah? Why?” Hailey’s voice levels up to a near screech.
“Think of it as babysitting. We can have a couple of hours on a Saturday afternoon all to ourselves. To do whatever we want.”
She frowns at me. “Stop waggling your eyebrows at me. You look like a horny cartoon dog when you do that.”
“Sorry if the thought of hours alone with my wife excites me. We could spend the entire time naked.”
“Or we could nap.”
“We could do both. Multi-task. And we won’t be cockblocked by a baby monitor.” I kiss her neck. “Maybe we can even create a sibling for him.”
She sweeps the chopped pepper into the salad. “Aren’t you worried it’s too soon? We can barely manage with one baby, what are we doing to do with two?”
“Be exhausted but happy?” I step behind her and wrap my arms around her waist, resting them below her navel. “Come on, we did so well on the first one.”
Humming, she continues stirring the onions.
“Hailey?” I nuzzle her neck with my nose.
“I’m late,” she whispers, staring into the bowl.
“Late?” I ask because there are a lot of things she could be late for and I need clarification before I let myself react.
“I’m pretty sure I’m pregnant. Again.”
Happiness and pride swell inside my chest. “Really? Are you serious?”
“Didn’t you pay attention to the shopping list?” she laughs.
“I thought you had PMS, not cravings.” I’m in shock. “We’re having another baby?”
“We are.” Her smile is hesitant as her eyes fill with tears.
“Please don’t cry. This is the best news. Here I’ve been thinking about knocking you up again and I’ve already done it.” I want to give my sperm a million high-fives.
“You’re so proud of yourself.” Wiping her eyes, her laughter reappears. “If only you could carry this one.”
I would if I could. I’d do anything to ease her discomfort and pain, but there’s no way I could handle birthing a baby. Not a chance in hell.
“We both know you’re stronger than I could ever be.” I kiss away her tears and then press my lips against hers. “I love you. I love Shaw, and I’m going to love our daughter.”
I feel her lips curl into a smile. “I love how sure you are.”
Tilting my head so I can stare into her eyes, I reassure her. “Girl, boy, or twins, I’ll love them because they’re ours.”
Her pupils dilate as she widens her eyes in shock. “Twins?”
“We’ve got this. Look at Shaw. We’re amazing parents.”
Our son bangs his fists on the tray of his chair, letting out a loud fart.
Hailey smothers her giggles. “I’m not sure the world can handle more Donnely men.”
She’s probably right. So much awesome in one family isn’t fair.
We fill our plates and sit at the table near Shaw. After a few moments of silent eating, I ask, “What about Jonah?”
“I’m going to need more information.” She bites into her crust.
“All I know is it involves a woman.”
Her brows lift with surprise. “Does this have anything to do with June?”
“As in this month?” I ask, once again confused. “It’s for next Saturday.”
“No, the woman who owns the yarn shop next to the Dog House. She made a blanket for Shaw?”
Doesn’t ring a bell.
Hailey sighs. “I love how oblivious you are to other women.”