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Aspen
There was no mistaking it like I’d done with the mother’s ring—the huge round solitaire diamond on a platinum band, with smaller diamonds on either side, could be nothing but an engagement ring. Weston hadn’t asked the big question yet, but I was ready to scream out my answer. The moment was perfect, and I loved him even more for including our beautiful baby boy in it.
“How about it, beautiful? You ready to make honest men of Carter and me? Or do you want to continue living in sin and shocking the hell out of our new neighbors?”
“I don’t know,” I drawled. “I kind of like all the sin we have going on around here.”
His heated eyes swept down my body, sending shivers along my spine. “You can be damn sure your new husband won’t shirk his duties when it comes to sinning.”
“My new husband, huh?” I narrowed my eyes and raised a brow. “It sounds to me like you’ve already decided what my answer is going to be.”
“It’s the only answer I’m willing to accept,” he murmured, leaning over Carter until his lips were less than an inch from mine as he stared into my eyes. “I love you. You love me. We both love Carter, and I’m doing my best to make sure he gets a baby brother or sister soon. Seems to me like there’s really only one answer to give.”
“You love me?” I gasped, tears filling my eyes at finally hearing those three little words from his lips.
“Hell yes, I love you, and I’ll spend every day of our lives together showing you exactly how much if you’ll just put me out of my misery and tell me you’ll be my wife.”
“Well when you put it that way, I guess I’d better say yes.”
He captured my lips in a kiss which was interrupted when Carter let out a cooing sound from between us.
“That’s our little cock-blocker,” Weston groaned, pulling away from me to lift Carter from the bed.
“Just think, if you knock me up again right away, we’ll have twice as many children to interrupt us,” I giggled, following after them.
“I’m an operations officer for the CIA, I think I can maneuver around as many kids as we decide to have when it comes to getting inside your sweet pussy.”
“Promises, promises.”
“One I can guarantee I’ll keep as soon as this little cock-blocker is asleep.”
Weston fulfilled his promise seven hours later, lifting me off the couch and carrying me to our bedroom as soon as he’d gotten Carter down for the night.
“How about I show you exactly how much I love you?” he breathed out as his lips trailed down my neck.
I slid my arms down his chest and yanked his shirt up and over his head.
“You better be careful or else I might drop you,” he warned.
“Oh, please,” I laughed. “You’d never do any such thing.”
He responded by tossing me onto our bed. “I think I just did.”
“Dropping me onto the mattress doesn’t count.” He followed me down and hovered over me. I reached out and traced one of his newer tattoos, a leaf right over his heart. He’d told me about the ones on his knuckles that he’d had to get as part of some kind of rite of passage with the criminal organization he’d gone undercover in while he’d been gone. But he hadn’t explained the leaf yet. “You never did say why you got this one.”
“I wanted you inked on my skin, and this was the only way I could think of that wouldn’t lead to any questions about you or having them assume it had anything to do with a woman at all.”
I flattened my palm on his chest. “Me?”
“It’s not just any leaf. It’s from an aspen tree.”
“I can’t believe you did this for me,” I breathed out, amazed once again by the proof of how much he’d carried me with him while he’d been gone.
“Do you like it?”
“I don’t just like it. I love it.”
“You want to show me your appreciation?” he asked with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Wrap those pretty lips of yours around my cock and suck it.”
I loved when he talked dirty and told me what he wanted. I crawled to the edge of the mattress in front of where he stood. He stripped off his jeans and shoved his boxers down his legs. His cock was level with my mouth, and I leaned over to lick the drop of pre-come glistening on his tip, making him groan.
I licked up and down his length, paying particular attention to the silver balls on either side of the head, and then sucked him into my mouth as far as I could go. His hands tangled in my hair, directing the speed and depth at which I slid his cock in and out of my mouth. Just as his hips started to pump along with the bobbing of my head, he pulled out of my mouth.
“Nooo,” I moaned, desperate to taste him more.
“I’m not coming without you,” he growled. “You can have your sexy lips wrapped around me again, but I want you to do it with my face buried in your sweet pussy.” He stripped me out of my clothes before dropping onto the mattress next to me. “Slide your ass up here and give me your pussy, beautiful.”
I scooted backwards and straddled his face, hovering over him until he grabbed my hips and yanked me onto his lips. I leaned forward and sucked his hardened length back into my mouth and swirled my tongue over the head. I wasn’t going to last long, not with the way he was devouring my pussy, but I was determined to take him with me.
My cheeks hollowed out as I sucked hard, humming against him to add a bit of vibration. His hips surged in rhythm with my movements, his tongue lapping at my clit while two of his fingers thrust in and out of me. Tilting to one side, I stroked a finger down his balls and pushed against the skin just underneath them. He moaned again, his cock jerking in my mouth, and twisted his hand to rub me in just the right place. It was enough to send me flying over the edge. As I shuddered from the sheer force of my climax, his cock pulsed in my mouth as I swallowed down his come.
“Holy fucking shit,” he whispered as he lifted me up and settled me against his chest. “If that’s the kind of reaction I’m going to get from you, I think I should book an appointment for a new tattoo tomorrow.”
“If you want to stamp my name on your butt, I’m certainly not going to complain,” I rasped out.
“I want your name on my skin,” he murmured as he pulled me tight. “And would just about kill to have mine on yours.”
“I don’t know about that.” I’d never thought about getting a tattoo before, but the yearning in his tone called to me. Resting my head against his chest, I lay there and thought about where I’d get one if I ever decided to grant his wish as I drifted off to sleep.
I woke to the sound of Weston’s raspy voice, whispering in my ear. “Hey, beautiful. I’ve got to head downtown.”
I cracked one eye open and looked at him blearily. We’d celebrated our engagement so many times last night that I’d barely gotten a couple hours of sleep. I was surprised to find him dressed in a black suit, white dress shirt, and a black and forest green tie. He looked damn sexy all dressed up, but my mind was having a hard time processing why he was awake and ready to go so early.
“What’s going on?” I asked, pushing up onto my elbows.
“No, don’t get up,” he urged, pressing me back into the mattress. “Carter’s still sleeping and you need more rest.”
“So do you.”
“I wish I could climb back in there with you, but I got a call from my controller. He’s in town and wants to talk to me. It sounded urgent, and Justice isn’t the kind of guy to wait around for anyone. I’ve got to talk to him about a transfer to the Atlanta office anyway.”
“He could have at least given you a little notice,” I grumbled. “He sound
s like a jerk to me.”
“Nah, he’s just a guy who hates being away from home and wants to get back to his pregnant wife and daughter as soon as possible.” He dropped a kiss onto my flat belly. “I figure, the least I can do is drag myself out of bed and meet up with him at the ass crack of dawn if it means he can get home to them today, instead of tomorrow.”
“So darn tough on the outside, but you’re really a marshmallow on the inside.”
He mock scowled at me, but I saw the humor in his eyes. “Only with you and Carter, beautiful.”
“Hurry back?”
“Always,” he promised.
I drifted back to sleep shortly after hearing the garage door close and the roar of his motorcycle. I dreamed of riding behind him, my body wrapped tightly around his. Things were just getting good when the sound of a ringing phone interrupted my fantasies. It was the landline Weston had insisted we needed, and it was the first time we’d ever received a call on it. I leapt for the phone, hoping like heck that the sound wouldn’t wake Carter.
“Hello?” I answered, half listening to the caller’s reply while also focusing on the baby monitor for any sounds coming from the nursery.
“— Wes.”
My attention centered on the call when I realized it was a woman’s voice asking for my man and using a nickname for him while doing so. I didn’t like her tone of voice when she said it either, not even a little bit.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t quite catch that. Who’s calling?”
“Sorry, sweetie,” she said in an incredibly fake tone of voice. “I have no idea who you are, so why don’t you get Wes and put him on the line?”
“First of all, Wes isn’t here. Secondly, I’m the woman in his bed, down the hall from our baby, wearing his ring on her finger. That’s who I am. Who the hell are you?” I snapped, beyond pissed the heck off.
