I whimpered and arched my back, wanting his mouth on them now. "Stop teasing and put your mouth on something before I combust
"Mmm. Bossy. I like it." He leaned in to nibble at my ribcage, just under my bra line.
I grabbed his thick hair. "You're still teasing."
"And you're still bossing." Glancing up at me, he winked. "Relax, Tink. I got this." After flashing me a mischievous grin, he peeled off my panties and buried his face between my legs, but he inhaled a deep breath, smelling me, before he actually started to lick.
At the first touch of his tongue, I arched my back, gasping from the shock of pleasure. I couldn't tell what he was doing different, but it felt better than ever. I grabbed onto a handful of sheets under me. He spread my legs apart, making room for himself. Then he licked a little lower. My eyes flared with surprise as my core tightened with naughty, greedy pleasure. But then he moved up again, before I could come. His tongue flickered over my clit, and something unexpected and hard nudged it as he pushed a finger deep inside me. I began to quiver and moan, already that close.
He covered my mouth with his hand right before those clit-teasing fingers abandoned my aching channel. "Shh," he warned. "We never did move the crib. If you wake them up again tonight, we'll never make it to the best part."
I didn't like that. I wanted to verbalize how good this felt, loudly. Unable to control myself, I bit his finger.
With a curse, he yanked his bitten digit away from my teeth and deserted my pussy to climb his way up my body. "Damn it, woman. If you're going to be a biter, I guess I'll have to mute you some other way. Wrap your teeth around this." He kissed me long and hard, his tongue muffling whatever noises I made next as it spiked deep.
When I felt a clink of metal, I yanked back. "Wha . . . ?"
He wiggled his eyebrows and stuck out his tongue to show me his newest piercing. "Surprise. Got it the day after you said something."
Oh, mother of God. I grabbed two handfuls of his face and yanked him back to me, playing with his tongue ring until he had to pull back and cool off, panting hard and eyeing me as if he couldn't believe I was really there.
Spotting the condom box beside us, he ripped it open. I felt obligated to help him put it on, and suddenly he was the one making all the noise with a deep groan as I rolled latex over his long, quivering, steel length.
"Okay, so I guess we both need to be muffled," he said before kissing me and fitting his hips between my thighs. I felt the head of his cock greet my opening. I was so wet and aching, I arched into it.
He caught my hip, steadying me. "This'll change everything," he broke away from my mouth to say. "Once I'm inside you, you're mine, I'm yours, and we are together. There will be no friendship and mild dating. It's going to be all or nothing."
I gazed up into his eyes. "Then make me your all."
His eyes heated. "You always were." Then he pushed inside me.
Neither of us had our mouths muffled. Slight mistake. We gasped in unison, sharing our shock as we gaped into each other's eyes, stunned by the force of our pleasure.
"Oh, damn," he breathed, looking thunderstruck. "There it is. This is that feeling I've been searching for."
From the crib, one of the babies stirred. Pick cursed under his breath and froze inside me. "No, no, no," he whispered, as he leaned his face in to bury it by my neck. "Please, no."
Someone must've heard his prayer because both babies stayed asleep. We sighed in relief.
"We're seriously moving that crib," he growled. "Tomorrow."
I chuckled, to which he kissed me quiet. Then he pulled his hips back, only to thrust inside me again. I had to bite his lip to keep from crying out. His shook with silent laughter. I swatted his ass in reprimand for laughing at me, only to curse when the slap of my palm against flesh made way too loud of a crack in the quiet room. The shuddering of Pick's chest only increased.
"It's like we're trying not to get caught by our parents," he whispered in my ear. "Except in reverse."
This was definitely a first for me. Laughing and having fun in the middle of mind-blowing sex. But the rush of happy endorphins only seemed to make everything feel better when he moved deeper. I wound my legs around his hips to hold him there longer.
"You make me so happy," I murmured in awe.
"That's the plan, Tink." He kissed my neck and slid his hand up my thigh, before cupping my ass.
God, that felt . . . wow. Oh, yeah. Right there. I started to moan again, which got us both to laughing and groaning together, which made us kiss to hush ourselves. I loved every second. I loved the feel of his warm skin sliding against mine, and his hard flesh buried inside me; his mouth against mine as our tongues dueled for more, and his brown eyes sparkling when he met my gaze and grinned.
The craving inside me kept rising until I couldn't even remember giggling with him only seconds before because now I was clutching him and trying to keep from coming too soon. I wanted it to last, just a little longer, except my body started to tighten and quake. He kissed me harder and thrust faster. We held hands and squeezed our fingers tightly together as we both crested euphoria.
Chapter 26
EVA
Two weeks passed.
Pick had been dead serious about no longer paying for my babysitting services. Instead, he set me up with a new cell phone on his plan and found an old car for me to drive around. It ran a hell of a lot better than Reese's. We really were like a married couple, and I'm sure if we'd had the opportunity, Pick and I would've turned into a pair of humping bunnies to boot.
It just figured I'd learn to like sex, right after I became a mom and never had the time for it. What was worse, Skylar got a fever, which scared the crap out of me. After two doctors' visits, and half a dozen different opinions from nurses and other mothers, we finally decided she had a sore throat.
Quarantining her away from Julian was almost impossible, but it did give Pick a reason to set up the crib in the other bedroom so Sky and I could camp out in there while he and Julian stayed in our room.
I never knew having a sick kid would be so utterly frightening. Every cough from my daughter made me frantic with worry. I was so glad to have Pick by my side through it all. His unwavering support sometimes made my chest tight with the overwhelming love he brought me.
But seriously, it'd been three days since I'd last had my wicked way with him, and that was way too long for my liking. Tonight, I didn't care how late he got home from the bar, I was going to stay up and jump his sexy bones so I could go wild animal on him, because I was most definitely in heat.
It was close to the kiddos' bedtime, and we were finishing up my new nightly yoga routine. I was giving both Skylar and Julian some tummy time so they were perfecting the reverse corpse pose and I was in the downward dog when a key in the lock made me yelp, startled.
I knew it was way too early to be Pick, so my mind immediately tracked to my father. The door was halfway open before I realized whoever it was had a key. Ergo, not Bradshaw Mercer, thank God. I started to wonder why Pick was home already when a rough-looking redhead entered.
"Whoa!" I popped to my feet, ready to drag the trespasser into the hall by her scraggly scarlet mop. Instead, she jerked to a stop when she saw me and narrowed her eyes as if I was the one who didn't belong.
"Who the hell are you?"
I blinked. Hey, wasn't I supposed to be the one asking that? And how did a complete stranger have a key to our apartment? Why was she coming inside as if she owned the place?
"Who're you?" I shot back.
"I'm Tristy. I live here."
My mouth fell open. Oh, hell. That was not what I was expecting to hear at all. But . . . wow.
This was Pick's wife? I mean, ex-wife. Annulled wife? Whatever.
My first jealous, selfish thought was that I was so much prettier. But that was wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. I couldn't help it, though.
"Where's Pick?" When she glanced around only to settle her gaze on Julian, I stepped protectively in front of him. Ugly or not, her looking at my little boy was not cool. A spurt of panic shot through me when I realized he really wasn't my little boy, was he? He was hers.
Oh crap. This just got real.
Pasting on a bright smile, and totally sucking up, I said, "Hi, I'm Eva. The babysitter."
Her gaze sprang back to me. Then it narrowed.
So I nodded encouragingly. "Julian is such a sweetheart. He's been the perfect little ang-"
Her derisive snort cut me off. "You're the babysitter, my ass. I know who you really are." When she took an intimidating step toward me, I lifted my eyebrows. If she thought to threaten me, she better watch out. I didn't take well to threats. "You're the fucking reason my husband got an annulment. You're why he wants to take my baby from me and adopt him for himself. So the two of you can have your perfect little family together . . . with my kid?"