I rested my head back against his chest, my irritation at him forgotten as his touch calmed me. “Oh God, that sounds good, but I’ll never get out of it. Have you seen the size of me lately? I’m a freaking blimp.”
He kissed my neck and ran his hands over my stomach before finding his way to my breasts. “You’re not a blimp, Madison. You’re beautiful. And these tits are something fucking else.”
I smacked his hands away. “I’m not having sex with you today, J. I’m too damn hot and bothered.”
“Yeah you are, so get your ass in the bath and cool down. I’ll get you out when we’re done.”
I turned to face him. “Whenwe’redone? There’s no way you’ll fit in there with me.”
He backed me up against the fridge, the bossy expression I knew well, settling on his face. “Babe, stop thinking and let me take care of you for once. You’re nowhere near as big as you think you are, so if I wanted to get in that bath with you, I could. But I don’t?—”
I frowned. “You don’t want to take a bath with me?”
I didn’t blame him when he cursed softly under his breath. I was annoying myself with my emotional whiplash, so I could imagine how frustrating I was to him. These bloody hormones were out of control.
Taking hold of my face with both hands, he moved closer and kissed me. My pregnancy had called for lots of his kisses. They were one of the only things that calmed me when I got moody or anxious.
And God how I’d been anxious.
There were so many things to worry about for our child. Would the delivery go okay? Would she be healthy? Would J and I figure out this parenting thing or would we fuck her life up? Would she grow up without getting into drugs or other stuff that would harm her? Would she find love and be happy?
So many things I’d never thought about before.
How did parents even get through a day?
“Madison,” J’s gravelly voice cut through my thoughts. “Stop thinking, baby. Everything’s going to be okay. Willow’s going to be healthy and we’re not gonna fuck shit up. I’ve got you, and I’ve got her, and I’ll never let anything happen to either of you.”
I sank into him.
Thank God he was mine.
I smiled up at him as the tension left me. “I love you, Jason Reilly,” I said softly, feeling every ounce of that love as he tried to put my mind at ease.
He brushed another kiss across my lips. “I love you, too.” He stepped away from me. “Now get in the bathroom and let me get my eyes on those tits.”
4
J & MADISON
MADISON
This scene takes place during the same time Gunnar’s story was set.
“I’m too sweaty to have sex with you right now,” I say as J wraps his arms around me. I’ve just come home from the gym and I need a shower before I can even contemplate fucking him. And coffee. God, I could go a coffee.
He doesn’t remove his arms. “I don’t give a fuck if you’re sweaty.”
I smack his arms away. “I do.”
Our daughter takes this moment to wake up, crying in her room, and J mutters, “Fuck.” Meeting my gaze in the bathroom mirror, he says, “You’re mine tonight. It’s been too fucking long.”
I roll my eyes. “I fucked you yesterday morning, J. That’s hardly too fucking long. Some men go without sex for weeks, you know. Some go months. I’m sure there are even men who go years.”
“Not us, Madison.”
With that, he leaves me to go take care of Willow.
I love my husband and I love sex, but goodness, he’s becoming too much. Not because of his demands for sex, but because he’s trying to get me pregnant again.
