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Oh Baby(5)

By:Maureen Smith


But when she moved to get up, Marcus's arm tightened beneath her breasts, holding her in place.

A slow grin curved her mouth. "Good morning."

"Mornin'." His voice was sleep-rough and sexy as hell. "Where do you think you're going?"

Her grin widened. "The kids will be up soon."

"But they're not yet. So stay put." He nuzzled closer to her, his breath heating the back of her neck. She shivered as he massaged her tender breast, tweaking her nipple into a hard point.

"Last night was amazing," he murmured in a low rumble.

Samara smiled, her belly quivering. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"Didn't you?"

She laughed softly. "As many orgasms as I had, do you even have to ask?"

He chuckled, kissing the sensitive spot at her nape before sliding his warm mouth to her shoulder and gently nipping her.

She wiggled her bottom against him, grinning when he grew instantly hard. "Oh my," she breathed.



       
         
       
        

"Indeed." He trailed kisses down her arm, his thick cock digging into her ass. She only had to shift a little and lift her leg, and he could slide right into her. She was already nice and wet, even wetter than usual thanks to pregnancy hormones.

As Marcus's warm hand slid over her hip and splayed against her belly, her breath caught. She was so tempted to tell him that she was carrying his fourth child. But she really wanted to surprise him on Christmas.

So she bit her tongue and just basked in the sensation of his palm stroking her belly, his thumb drawing lazy circles on her skin.

"It's supposed to rain today," he murmured.

"Is it?" Samara gazed out the bank of French doors. The wintry morning sun was barely breaking through the thick haze of clouds.

Marcus nuzzled her earlobe. "Wish we could stay in bed all day."

"Mmm. So do I." She loved the feel of his morning whiskers against her cheek. "Rainy weather is always perfect for cuddling."

"Among other things." He slid his hand down her belly to cup the smooth mound of her sex. When she quivered, his lips curved into a satisfied smile against her ear. "Maybe we can skip the party tonight but still drop the kids off with their grandparents."

Samara laughed, looking over her shoulder at him. "You are so wrong."

He grinned unabashedly.

That night they were attending a holiday party sponsored by the Atlanta chapter of Morehouse's alumni association. Marcus was an active alumnus who donated generously to his alma mater, served on boards and committees, and assisted with fundraising and recruitment efforts. He and Samara rarely missed any Morehouse events.

"C'mon," he murmured cajolingly, dipping his fingers between her legs to stroke along her slick crease. She rocked against his hand, aching to be filled. "We can drop them off early and then come back and get in the Jacuzzi."

No Jacuzzi, Samara thought hazily. According to her doctor, twenty minutes in the sauna was okay, but soaking in the Jacuzzi was too risky for the baby.

Marcus rubbed the hard knot of her clit. "From there we can take it to the bedroom … the kitchen … the library … ." Husky chuckle. "Doesn't really matter where we end up, as long as I'm buried deep inside you."

Samara moaned, heat spreading from her lubricated pussy to her achy breasts. "Marcus … "

"Sounds good, doesn't it?" Sucking her earlobe, he plunged one finger inside her, causing her to gasp with pleasure. "Let's stay in tonight and enjoy each other some more. Let's tear this place up, see if we can make ourselves another baby."

His words sent her heart soaring. If only he knew! 

Need swamped her as he fingered her with sensual strokes, the rough pad of his thumb brushing deliciously over her clit. She was close to orgasming when he slowly withdrew his fingers. She moaned and tilted her hips, ready for him to push his hard cock inside her.

Just as he lifted her leg over his, there was a loud knock on the door.

"Mom?" a boyish voice called out. "Dad?"

Marcus swore under his breath.

Samara turned her face into her pillow, muffling a laugh.

"What is it, Malcolm?" Marcus called out gruffly.

"Milan's being a brat. Can you and Mom take her?"

Samara shot Marcus a rueful grin over her shoulder. "Are you sure you want more kids?"

He gave her a surly smile. "Let me get back to you on that."

She laughed, pulling the covers up to conceal their nudity before calling out, "Bring her in, Mac."

The double doors swung open as Malcolm trudged into the large master suite carrying his baby sister.

The sight of them brought a warm smile to Samara's face. She sat up, clutching the covers to her chest. "Hey, babies."

Malcolm looked tired and grumpy. "Hey, Mom and Dad."

"Good morning." Marcus lay back against a mound of pillows, his arms folded behind his head as he gave his daughter a mock-stern glare. "You causing trouble, little girl?"

She grinned impishly and shook her head.

"Yes, she is," Malcolm grumbled. "She came busting into our room to ask if it was Christmas yet. When we told her no, she started pouting and whining about Santa being late."

Marcus and Samara laughed.

Scowling, Malcolm stalked around to Samara's side of the bed and gladly handed Milan over.

Grinning, Samara smooched her daughter's chubby cheeks and hugged her close to her chest. Milan smelled warm and sweet, like fresh cotton and the coconut-infused shea butter that Samara used on her hair.

She snuggled up against Samara while grinning adorably at Marcus, who reached over and started tickling her tummy. Her delighted giggles and squeals filled every corner of the master suite.

Matthew wandered into the room, yawning and rubbing sleep from his eyes.

"Good morning, son," Marcus and Samara greeted him.

"Mornin'," he mumbled, crawling up onto the bed and sprawling on his stomach next to Malcolm. They wore matching blue pajamas and sported identical scowls directed at their baby sister.

"Thanks a lot for waking us up," Matthew groused.

Milan blithely ignored him and snuggled into the crook of Samara's arm, staring up at her with the thick-lashed, almond-shaped eyes they'd both inherited from Asha. "When is Christmas coming, Mommy?"

Samara smiled. "Christmas will be here in twenty days."

"Aw, man," Malcolm groaned. "That sounds so far away."

Samara gave him an amused look. "Are you going to start complaining after you just accused your sister of doing the same thing?"

He grinned sheepishly. "No, ma'am."

"Hey, Mom," Matthew said, "when are you gonna put the Christmas presents under the tree?"

Samara lifted a brow. "What makes you so sure you're getting any presents?"

His brow furrowed. "We always get presents."

"Lots of 'em," Malcolm added.

"Doesn't mean you're getting a lot this year," Marcus drawled. "Or any at all."

The twins exchanged alarmed glances.

Marcus chuckled, shaking his head at them. "Sometimes I think you boys forget just how good you have it. Your uncle Michael and I grew up poor. You've seen our old neighborhood and the house we lived in. Grandpa Sterling and Grandma Celeste did the best they could to provide for us, but they didn't make a lot of money. So we couldn't always get new clothes or the latest toys and video games. Sometimes all they could afford were groceries and the bare essentials. There are a lot of kids out there who are less fortunate than you boys. Kids who don't have parents to buy them presents, kids who don't live in big houses with swimming pools, kids who can't attend fancy private schools." Marcus looked his sons in the eye. "You boys have a lot to be grateful for. Don't ever take your blessings for granted."



       
         
       
        

Matthew and Malcolm looked suitably chastened. "Yes, sir," they mumbled.

Samara looked at Marcus and gave him a subtle nod of approval.

He nodded back and winked.

Glancing around the room, Samara asked curiously, "Where's Shadow?"

"I let him outside," Matthew said.

Samara nodded, then clapped her hands together and announced, "Who wants pancakes?"

"I do!" all three children exclaimed.

"With blueberries!" Milan added.

"Of course." Samara kissed the top of her daughter's head, then leaned across the bed to set her down on the floor. "Why don't you boys take your sister downstairs to watch TV. Dad and I will be down soon to start breakfast."

As the kids darted off together, Marcus called after them, "And don't forget to let Shadow in!"





After brushing their teeth and getting dressed-between stealing leisurely kisses-Marcus and Samara emerged from their bedroom.

They grinned at each other as they headed down the staircase. Fresh swags of garland cascaded down the curved banister and adorned the arched windows and doorways.

When they reached the ultramodern chef's kitchen, Samara got busy whipping up pancake batter while Marcus brewed coffee.

The massive kitchen was the hub of their growing family. It boasted ample counter space and gleaming stainless steel appliances that included a Sub-Zero refrigerator and double ovens seamlessly built into the cabinetry. A humongous center island topped with marble was a popular gathering place. It was where the boys did their homework while munching on snacks after school. It was where Marcus and Samara would meet at the end of a long day to sip nonalcoholic wine, listen to soft music, and enjoy quiet conversation and laughter.