He looked just as horrified by the idea of letting a doctor near the family jewels, and I giggled while I traced the baby’s cheeks with a fingertip. Lowering my head, I nuzzled her dark curls, the shade an exact match to her daddy’s hair, and breathed her scent into my lungs. I had a secret weapon to help persuade Brandon to my way of thinking, and I wasn’t afraid to use it.
“I think someone wants her daddy to hold her.”
Strong hands reached for the baby and gently lifted her out of my arms. I’d been in awe of how small she was, and she looked even tinier held against Brandon’s chest. The sight of my tough and sexy husband holding our beautiful baby girl had tears filling my eyes. I’d never been happier than I was in that moment, and then Brandon added to my joy.
“Fine, but we’re going to wait a little bit before I knock you up again,” he agreed. “And the next one had better be a boy.”
“You’re only saying that because you want to pick the name the next time around.” We’d agreed early on in this pregnancy that I’d get to name any girls we had and Brandon would name the boys.
“It’s more like I know I’m going to need some help watching over you two.”
Our family grew, but Brandon didn’t get the help he was hoping for. We found ourselves in the delivery room again eleven and a half months later, and then again twelve months after that. Irish triplets, so to speak, since they were born so closely together. Three little girls I got to name—Regan, Claire, and Molly.
Showering at four o’clock in the afternoon might seem strange to some, but as the mother of three children under the age of four, I’d quickly learned to grab one during those rare times when they were all down for a nap together. Living so close to Anna, we helped each other out often, but she had her hands full with her own trio of children—Sophia, Niccolo Jr., and Natalia. With Sophia on her first week of summer break from school, Nic and Anna took the family on a vacation to the Bahamas. The girls missed their friends, and they’d been acting out a bit because of it. The minutes I’d managed to steal in the shower were glorious, and I felt like a new woman when I stepped out wrapped in a towel.
“So fucking gorgeous,” Brandon murmured from the doorway, his eyes hungry as they swept up and down my body. He padded into the room, shutting and locking the door behind him, then strode towards me purposefully. With a quick flick of his fingers, my towel dropped to the floor. Then he backed me up against the counter and lifted me onto it.
When he dropped to his knees, I gasped in surprise. “You’d better not make too much noise, or else you’ll wake the girls up,” he warned.
I nodded, biting down on my lip to keep from moaning when he buried his face against me. The last thing I wanted was to be interrupted before I came. He licked me with single-minded purpose, driving me to the edge quickly, as though he knew how desperate I was to climax. When he plunged two fingers inside me, stroking along the perfect spot, I couldn’t help the whimper which burst from my lips. His tongue moved up to my clit, and he sucked at it hard. With a twist of his wrist and another hard pull at my clit, I came. My hands tightened in his hair, and he nuzzled me through the powerful aftershocks. When I felt his head pull back, I looked down at him.
“I could eat you all day, but I know we don’t have much time before one of our hellions demands our attention,” he told me, rising to his feet and unbuttoning his pants.
I licked my lips hungrily as he pulled out his cock and pumped it a few times with his fist. I climbed off the counter, lowering myself to my knees in front of him. Just as I placed my hands on his thighs and bent forward to lick along his shaft, a sweet voice sounded outside the bathroom door.
“Mommy, I’m thirsty.”
My startled eyes flew towards the baby monitor on the corner of the counter next to the sink. The light was still on, but neither of us had heard a peep as Regan woke up and left her room.
“I’ll be right out,” I called to her, getting up and tossing my shirt over my head.
“She’s not even four yet,” Brandon grumbled as he stuffed his still hard cock into his pants. “She shouldn’t be able to sneak up on us so easily.”
“Regan might have your looks, but she’s light on her feet just like her mama.” I couldn’t help the pride in my tone, even considering what she’d stopped us from doing.
“If only she had better timing. It’s like the little cock-blocker knows exactly when to interrupt us,” he complained.
“Someone’s grouchy because he didn’t get to finish what he’d started,” I teased, in a great mood since I’d gotten a shower and an orgasm.