“Did I say you could let go of the headboard?”
His hand finds its place again, and I hum with contentment as I slowly begin to ride him. He bites his lip, eyes flicking between where we’re joined and my satin covered nipples taunting him. I love the way it makes his biceps flex, and I love watching him surrender to me. He groans, and his thighs flex hard beneath my body as he fights not to screw up into me.
“That’s right, watch how well I take what’s mine.”
Epilogue IV
Holly & Jaxon
Next April
Jaxon
“Jaxon!”
I know I bought more wipes,fuck,I know I bought them! They’re even in a bright green package! Where are they?
“Ouch!” I hop on one foot in the dimly lit living room after stubbing my dang toe on the corner of the couch, looking under a blanket next to a stuffed animal for the package of wipes IknowI bought earlier today.Should’ve grabbed the three pack,I growl low under my breath when I see them sitting nicely in front of my face on the side table with the butt paste that I had to have passed five times.Figures.It’s two in the morning, and I’m tired.Fuck,we’re both tired.
“Baby!”
“Found them!”
I hustle back to the bedroom and stop in the doorway.
“Um, we’re not going to need them anymore, this just became a bath situation.”
Holly sits there holding up Beckett, my little man, with a blowout of all blowouts seeping through his zip up jammies after his feed.
“On it.” I shuffle into the bathroom and start the water. “Rinse first?” I holler.
“Definitely.”
She brings him in and lays him in the baby tub’s sling. This little booger stares up at me, bright eyed and bushy tailed, with a cocky smile that mirrors my own.
“I’m gonna clean things up and change. Be right back to help.” I look over at my girl and notice she is indeed covered in shit.
“No worries, Sweetheart. Do that and crawl back into bed.” She kisses the top of my head and wanders back out. She’s exhausted; I’ve got this. I look back down with squinty eyes.
“You got her good, didn’t you?”
Beckett smiles big, his hands reaching forward with little spastic movements as he goos at me. I chuckle back. He’s perfect. As tired as I am, I freaking love these little moments with just us.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, bud.”
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Ten minutes later, I’m shuffling a tiny blob covered with a towel back into our room. I snicker at the sight before me. Holly’s practically face-planted in the pillow, but she left the lamp on low so I can see what I’m doing. Beckett lets out a little squeakwhen I lay him on the changing table and pull out a diaper and his new jams.
“Shhh…mama’s sleeping.”
A gummy grin looks up at me, little chunky fingers stretching. I bend down and nibble at them, and a baby giggle greets my ears. After dressing, Beckett and I curl up in the rocker with his paci, and he snuggles right into the perfect crook, head under my chin. I rock, rubbing his tiny back as he lets out little sighs of contentment. Holly’s eyes flutter open, and she looks over my way, another content little hum filling my ears. They’re happy. I’m happy. If only I could freeze this moment in time. As Holly watches me rock, her gaze shifts and heats. I notice her squirm under the covers. She totally gets turned on watching me dad.
“Don’t you dare start without me,” I whisper low, matching her heated gaze with my own. We haven’t had a ton of time to ourselves, and most of that has been filled with sleep. She just got cleared for sex, so we’re slowly venturing back into that. And when I say slowly, I mean tonight might be the first time she lets me in. Watching her flush and come alive in her skin pushes sleep back down the list of priorities for me. I’m suddenly starving to be inside my wife. I carry Beckett across the hall, laying him softly in his crib before running a finger down his sleepy cheek and turning on the monitor next to his bed. “Night, little man. Wish me luck.”
Closing the door behind me quietly, I rip off my shirt and stalk to the side of the bed. My hard-on strains through my grey sweats, eye-level with my wife’s face. She peers up at me, biting her lip and reaching forward to stroke me through the fabric.
“See something you like?” I ground out low, pulling myself free so she can touch my starved skin. Holly’s tongue darts out across her bottom lip, and a soft whoosh of breath puffs from my lips in anticipation.