“The sun’s up, Livie,” Ava whispered. “Come on. It’s Daddy’s birthday.”
“We can surprise him,” Mia said with pure joy.
The only downside to having three little girls was the collective noise that stacked until it echoed through the house. In hindsight, renovating two of the four bedrooms on the second floor into one large space to let the girls share a room together might not have been the best idea. At just two months old, Weston, who we called West, had barely slept through the night. In another small renovation, Amelia left the third floor suite to take the bedroom between the girls and West. Maybe it was going to help or maybe not, only time would tell.
Even if Amelia didn’t intervene, the girls weren’t going to get far. Where the back spiral staircase used to be, we’d installed a small elevator to help Amelia get around with ease. The girls couldn’t access that. At the top of the main staircase was a professional-grade stair barrier. No chance they could get past that locking system.
Turning quietly to face Beau once again, I took a moment to rifle through the blanket to find Beau’s warm body. This was my last possible chance for my good morning birthday sex. I hooked my leg around his thigh, positioning myself against him head to toe. Duke stirred in his bed just a few feet from ours. I lifted a fist, giving Beau’s command to motion him to the bathroom’s doggie door. After a good shake, he lumbered out with Dixie reluctantly following.
“Your body’s hot,” Beau murmured. I took it as a tease and pressed a kiss on his shoulder. Beau remained a fine specimen of a man, muscular and hard, and buried under a summer blanket to keep him warm under the icy blast of cool air I required to semi-sleep. A wicked smile formed as I contemplated the idea of keeping him warm instead of this cold, unfeeling fabric. I pushed away everything separating Beau from me as he turned to face me. My guy was more awake than I’d initially suspected.
Even with having to steal moments to be together, I was always ready, anytime he wanted me. Like right now.
“Happy Birthday,” he whispered. “They’re gonna work their way into our room.”
Beau had chopped off his long hair, keeping it close cropped these days. This new look, including a slight mustache and beard, made him a tad bit more handsome. That wasn’t something I thought was in the realm of possibility. His strong jaw resembled a steel trap, and the jewel tones in his amber eyes sparkled brightly.
“I love my life,” I whispered, propping myself up on my forearm as I gazed down on him.
“Me too,” he responded in that sultry tone that curled my toes. He cradled the back of my head in his hand, gently pushing me down for an early morning kiss. I kept it light and sweet, always preferring to brush my teeth before we kissed, despite how often Beau teased me about it.
“Do you think Daddy and Paw are sleeping?” Mia asked in that same hushed whisper.
“Put your house shoes and robe on,” Livie said.
“Dixie’s outside. Paw’s awake. He’ll come get us,” Ava said.
As far as I was concerned, a quickie wasn’t out of the question. A birthday blow, maybe. Beau was like a Hoover. He could easily pull it out of me in a few minutes.
“Suck me before West fully wakes. I’ll have a better day if you do.” As I spoke, I swiftly shoved my pajama bottoms down. My heavy cock, much like a heat-seeking missile, sprang free from its cotton prison. I circled the shaft, my hips arching closer to my guy’s mouth. “Put me in your mouth, Beau.”
“You’re a wicked man,” Beau murmured, bending toward the small bead of pre-come clinging in my slit.
A quickie blow was decidedly un-wicked, but the fantasies I had for the remainder of this weekend were next level naughty. The only gift I asked for was a couple nights away at a new Houston luxury resort with my husband spending dedicated time working me over until my muscles quivered under the assault… The thought vanished as my heart gave a violent stutter of excitement against my rib cage. Beau swatted my hand away, taking my hard, ready cock into his fist. He licked his way up the side of my shaft until he swiped his tongue at another droplet at my tip.
Truthfully, I loved watching my guy love my body. Beau’s knees moved between my spread legs, giving me a tight rub from base to tip then back down again. Every so often, he twisted his palm, sending jolts of pleasure shooting this way and that. I groaned, loving that move.
“Is this what you want?” Beau breathed huskily. His warm breath cascaded down the length of my cock. A bolt of excitement shivered up my spine.
Fuck yeah, that was exactly how I wanted him.
Beau rolled his shoulders and swiveled his neck, tightening the grip on my cock. Those sexy, alluring eyes lifted to my face. The intensity in his gaze promised something fantastic, even if it was short lived.
“Don’t fight it,” he instructed. “We gotta be fast.”
I didn’t mention that he was the one causing delays. Instead, I mostly closed my eyes and fisted the sheets beside me. I tucked my bottom lip between my teeth as I let go of any control I had. The depth of my arousal soared to the stratosphere.
“My God, you’re stunnin’,” Beau whispered over my wet cock, his hand gliding over my stomach before moving to my chest. He swallowed me whole while his sinful fingertips tweaked my nipple, pleasure thrust my hips forward, sending my cock further down his throat.
Beau needed to either quicken the pace or take it down a notch. Both options appealed to me, but I opted for the latter, gently lifting my hand to cradle his chin.
“I love you forever.” My tone was laced with the reverence and devotion I felt to my core. Joy and contentment bloomed, mixing with a combination of lust and love swelling within me.
“Baby, I can suck you,” I offered as he took me into his mouth. Such driving need always urged me to give him the same pleasure I received. “I think it’s your turn,” I whispered, skimming my fingers through the short strands of his hair. My gorgeous husband leaned into the touch.
I heard an audible pop. The air conditioning floated over the skin he’d made warm and wet.
“It’s not my turn. I’m five down. Concentrate, baby. We don’t have too much longer.”
