“Devon.”
I gasp his name and just resist the urge to cant my neck for a deeper touch. Living with them for the last week has been a dream that I’d cautioned myself not to get too used to.
As soon as Day is back to normal and running around I’ll return home and resume the never ending cycle of feedings, poop and spit up so letting myself get too comfortable is a danger that I’ve been avoiding at all costs.
But that doesn’t mean I haven’t taken the time to check Devon out and pine for something I want. Sex. A lot of sex. Any way he’ll give it to me and in every position I can get.
So sue me. I’m over the long bleed to freedom and my vagina has re-awoken from its trauma ready to get back to work and give me the orgasms I haven’t had in months.
Unfortunately the bitch only has one guy in mind so every time I get within scenting distance of him it goes on red alert and starts yelling at me.
Insistently.
“Devon. Stop.”
“Why?” he purrs against my throat, slipping his tongue out to lick at my pulse point. “I want you so much imp.”
To prove his point he grasps my hips and pulls me back, grinding himself into my ass in a rhythm that makes my clit ache with unfulfilled longing. When I don’t immediately protest he slips a hand down my front and cups my sex possessively, his fingers rubbing slowly over my swollen nub.
My breath is panting, wheezing out of me and I have the insane urge to turn around and throw myself at him before I hear Davy yell for lunch, effectively breaking the spell.
I still and scramble to push his hand away, my cheeks filling with blood and Devon groans, long and loud.
“Christ, that lad is a real cock block.”
Laughing, despite the discomfort and embarrassment raging through me I bump my ass back and push him away, shoving a plate at him and pointing with a raised brow.
“Behave yourself and be useful.” I scold, going back to my task with a grin when he huffs and stomps out of the kitchen with an erection that’s hard to miss.
My phone rings just as I finish clearing the mess away and I answer it with a giggle when the theme song to Three’s company starts playing.
“Well as I live and breathe, Dillon Johnson. To what do I owe this unparalleled honour?”
“Oh shut up you brat. Sorry about missing the big vagina unveiling but we were trekking through Peru and-”
“Calm down Jane Fonda I’m kidding. So how’s the honeymoon going? The three of you still madly in love and breaking the boundaries?” I ask, loading the dishwasher as he starts going on and on about the amazing things they’ve seen and done.
I listen with a smile of indulgence and keep an eye and ear on the baby monitor, my breasts tingling the longer Immie sleeps past her naptime.
“So how’s the munchkin?”
“Good. Great. Perfect. Now if only she wasn’t so much like her daddy and a little calmer like me I could stop worrying that the exorcist baby might jump out of her crib and attack me.” I joke, shaking my head at the comparison.
Immie is great but that kid is huge, loud and incorrigible, even at her age. Definitely a Baxter.
“Oy, stop insulting my seed and tell the wanker to bugger off. He’s got two of his own he can bloody well leave mine alone.”
I giggle at Devon when he walks in carrying empty plates and scowls at the phone as if Dill can actually see him.
“Tell Baxter to keep his briefs on, I’m more than satisfied with what I got. Not that you aren’t one smoking hot lady Beck, but that kind of high maintenance I don’t need.”
“What! I am so not high maintenance.”
I hear a snort behind me and turn to glare at Devon, my insides turning liquid when he smiles seductively and blinks slowly.
“I love doing maintenance.” He drawls suggestively, his eyes trained on my breasts. “I’ll start now if you need me to.”
“Oh shut up. I-oh cripes. Dill I have to go. My boobs are trying to-”
“Give me the bloody phone. Bugger off Johnson, we have a baby to feed.” He snarls, disconnecting the call and swinging me up into his arms. “Don’t talk to him about my boobs imp, it makes me crazy.”
And that right there is all the reason I need to pack my stuff and go home. I feel bad leaving before Day is completely back in fighting form but I have a heart to guard and not enough defences by far with the way he keeps looking at me and making suggestions no human woman can possibly resist.
Of course I get a wink and a suggestive comment from Day when I kiss him goodbye and practically run out the door.
“Hey hun! If you need to do some landscaping I’d do it now. You’ve not got much time.”
And wouldn’t you know it the very next day finds me at the salon with mama while Grey and Lila babysit. I get the works and make sure my area is totally mouth friendly.