A fierce grin splits my lips. “That’s fucking right, kitten.” I carefully roll us over so I’m on top and begin moving again. “Say it again.”
“Dad—”
I steal the word with a kiss, fucking her in earnest now. Her nails dig into my back, her feet wrapping around me. Each upward stroke forces broken sound waves from her.
“Fuck, Con—” she moans into my mouth.
“Kitten,” I growl ferociously. “Tell me what I’m going to be.”
Her legs dig into me, pussy tightening around my cock. Pulling my head down, she bites my ear. “You’re going to be their”—gasp—“fucking daddy. Now be my fucking husband and fucking fuck your wife.” A hard smack hits my ass with her command.
I swallow down a laugh and give her what she wants, the promise of heaven hovering near as I push her deeper into the mattress.
And then heaven falls down upon us, her inner muscles choking my cock as she cries out her release. I can’t hold back any longer. “Fucking—love you,” I grit out through clenched teeth, shooting my cum into her and envisioning her belly swelling even more.
I have the presence of mind not to collapse on top of her, but to hold her close as our hearts slow their frantic beats. Rosanna grabs my face and searches my eyes. “Connor, I—I think I love you, too.”
“Oh, kitten.” I steal a soft kiss and pull her sweaty head to my chest. “I know you do.” As if drawn by a magnet, my hand drifts down to the babies. “Have you thought about names yet?”
I’m hoping against hope that she’s not fully committed to any because I want to be part of this. Part of naming our little limes. Fuck. It’s been almost a week, so they’ve got to be bigger than that by now.
“No, not yet.” Her fingers play with mine. “Do...do you want to pick some out with me?”
“Fuck, yeah, Rosanna.” The tentative smile that blossoms over her face makes me want to fill her with my cum again. It’s a fucking good look on her. “Can’t wait until we find out if we’re having boys, girls, or both.” My fingers spread out a little bit more. Really can’t wait until I can feel them moving against my palm, but I know they’re not big enough yet.
Names. What to name them?
“For a boy, I like Logan,” she offers up with a sated sigh as she runs a finger over my nipple. “And maybe Olivia for a girl?”
Can’t fucking think straight right now. She fucking knows I love nipple play. “Rosanna,” I rumble. “You trying to get me hard again, kitten? Because it’s working. Roll for me. Now lift.” Face to the pillow and hips in the air, she wiggles her delectable ass at me.
“Look at this fucking peach.” The crack of my palm connecting with the soft flesh smothers her surprised yelp. “Do you like that?” Lust seeps from my voice as my cock thickens again. I walk my fingers down the curve of an ass cheek and to the hot sweetness between her legs. Just as I thought. “Youdo.Consider it payback for doing it to me.”
“No,” she moans, playfully squirming away from my touch.
Oh, hell fucking no. I yank her hips back. “Get over here, woman.” I drape myself over her back, warming her ear with my dark whisper. “You knew what the consequences were going to be the fucking minute you teased me. Now, open those legs and let me in. The wedding night isn’t over yet.”
Chapter seventeen
Rosanna
Thedaysquicklyturninto weeks as we establish our new routine as a married couple. I wake up to breakfast in bed, then Connor drags me to the shower where we get dirty just as soon as we get clean. I get to work on inputting all of his invoices and expenses into the new computer system while he passes the day away in his workshop. He’s so considerate, though, always making sure to shower thoroughly out back so I don’t smell any of the chemicals when he applies the stain to his creations.
The nights? I sigh dreamily, watching the landscape go by as he drives us home from the new women’s center that’s covered by the new insurance. The nights are full of orgasms. So. Many. Orgasms. More than Silas ever gave me in our six years together. And between the endless sex and the way Connor lotions my growing belly after baths and kisses every new stretch mark, I’m right on the edge of falling head over heels for him.
“What’s that sigh for?” The man of my dreams squeezes my thigh, fingertips resting dangerously close to my center.Just another inch to the right, please.And, of course, the freaking man moves his hand back to the steering wheel. I’m just a horny bitch and walking on cloud freaking nine since we (I’ve gotten used to sayingwenow) just found out we were having both a boy and a girl.
One of each.
“Nothing. I’m just...happy.” I squeeze his arm to my chest and kiss his bicep. Who am I fooling, thinking I’m not in love with him yet? Beyond being insanely hot, he’s such a wonderful husband to me. I’ve never felt so cherished or loved in all my life. And how lucky am I to have landed a man who not only wants me, but also my babies? “Can you believe it, Connor? A boy and a girl. We’re going to have to hurry and decide on names.”
Logan and Olivia just didn’t sound right. Beautiful names, but they didn’t resonate with me even though they were my first suggestions. Who’d have thought it would be so hard to pick out a name? Not this chick.
“I already offered up my suggestions.”
“Connor Mackenzie Shay,” I reprimand, “we arenotnaming our babies after some Viking show.”
“Hey...there’s nothing wrong with giving them a good, strong name.”
