I grumbled and rolled onto my back, quickly slipping back into the place between sleep and waking. I felt something against my neck and tried to swat at it, when I didn’t catch anything I figured it must have been my hair and sank deeper into the warm bed. Before I could drift back into my dreams, there was that brush against my neck again, but when it continued down my chest and stopped for a few seconds at the swell of my breast I tried to fully wake up to look at what I now knew was my husband. Brandon continued down my stomach, lightly biting my left hip, and crossing over to do the same to the right. My eyes flew open and I exhaled a breathy “oh” when his lips trailed to the inside of my thighs.
Brandon’s low chuckle alone would have caused shivers, but his lips and tongue moving slowly against me were all my mind could comprehend right now. I ran my hands over his buzzed head and tried to keep my eyes open to watch him, but they fluttered shut again, a moan escaping my barely open lips. He slid two fingers in me as his tongue continued to work against my most sensitive area. A ball of limb-numbing pleasure was already spreading through my body and I had a feeling I wasn’t going to be able to hang on much longer. My hips involuntarily rolled and his left hand gripped harder on the back of my hip, but didn’t try to hinder my movements. He quickened his pace and after a few minutes I was extremely thankful there were no neighbors near us as the following cry tore out of my chest, my body surging with heat. Brandon hovered over my body and pushed into me when the next wave rushed through me and met my satisfied whimpers with a carnal growl as he moved against me, his lips and teeth nipping at the hollow at the base of my neck. Each bite a little rougher than the previous, matching his thrusts. My hands passed over the muscles in his shoulders and back as they bunched together with each hard drive into me. Our breaths were ragged and there was a thin sheen of sweat covering both of us when he collapsed on top of me some time later. He struggled to keep most his body weight off me by resting on his forearms, and ended up rolling onto his back, pulling me with him so I could curl up against his side.
Intertwining our fingers, he brought my hand up to his mouth and placed a gentle kiss against it before kissing the inside of my wrist and rubbing a thumb across my newest tattoo. Brandon and I got “his and hers” tattoos, on my left wrist read “i love him”, and on his right read “i love her”. Cheesy? Definitely. But we love them. We’d gone to Chase’s old workplace, and although I had been nervous to see them, we were welcomed with a lot of hugs from everyone, Trish no longer worked there. Jeff hadn’t been able to stop hugging me, and Brian’s eyes had actually started misting when he pulled back from a hug that rivaled Jeff’s. We showed them pictures of Liam, and they loved his name just as much as our family had. We promised to have them over one night so they could meet him, and Brian had joked that he and Marissa would steal him. They already knew Brandon from parties and when he’d gone there to get some of his work done, and I was surprised when the guys had seemed genuinely happy we had gotten married. I learned guys gossip just as bad as girls do when they told me they’d known all about the drama involving Chase, Brandon and myself; even from way back when Brandon and I first started dating.
“These have been an amazing three days.” I sighed happily. “Thank you for everything.”
“Thank you for marrying me.”
I nuzzled into his chest and smiled when his arm tightened around me, “I feel like everything is perfect now. Is that corny?”
He chuckled and kissed the top of my head, “Nope, because I feel the same way. Is it…is it bad that I’m really anxious to get back to Liam?”
“Oh my word me too. A big part of me can’t imagine leaving this bed, but I’m aching to see our baby.”
“Well then, let’s go get him.”
I crawled off the bed and goose bumps covered my body when I saw his eyes heat watching me walk around without any clothes on. I knew what he was thinking, because it couldn’t be any different from what I thought when he did the same. Leaning back over him, I pressed my bare chest firmly to his and whispered suggestively in his ear, “I think I could use a shower first, care to join?” I raised an eyebrow at him before turning toward the bathroom, with my husband right behind me.
19
“You wanna go see Daddy?” I crooned at Liam as he smiled widely at me and whispered Dada. “Come on big boy.” I groaned as I lifted him off the bed and onto my hip. “Oh my word, he is such a chunk!”
Bree laughed and rained kisses over his head, “Don’t listen to your mom, you’re the cutest baby ever, rolls and all.”
“Of course he is,” I scrunched my nose at him and play-gnawed on his fingers when he continued to press them to my lips, rewarding me with a belly laugh from Liam, “just because you have built in bracelets and anklets doesn’t mean you aren’t ridiculously adorable!”
“I got the bags, do you need anything else before we go?” Bree asked as she walked toward the front door.