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SHANE
The house was quiet. Almost too quiet.
But I knew better than to question it. We’d have maybe ten or fifteen minutes before the slap of feet on wood floors outside our door would tell us one of the kids was up. And when one was up, it may as well be all three of them. Parent mode would be activated.
The sound of my wife breathing in bed next to me was as natural as the other sounds in the house. The occasional creak of wood, the low hum of the heating and air unit outside our bedroom window, and the whoosh of the wind as it whipped through the trees behind our house.
It was hard to believe I’d ever lived alone.
I turned to look at Meredith, noting her bare back where the T-shirt had slid up while she slept. I felt the gentle tug of arousal and touched the crotch of my pajamas. I was sporting a pretty good case of morning wood.
I rolled over slightly until my body was pressed against hers, then ran my hand over her stomach. I didn’t think it was possible she could get even more beautiful, but knowing this body had carried our three children made me love it even more. Her mind, her body…everything about her was just perfect.
She stirred as I slid my hand under the waistband of her silky pajama bottoms. The T-shirt and shorts she wore to bed in the warmer months were sexy enough, but I still missed the pre-kids days when we both slept naked.
Beneath the shorts, she wore panties. My hand slipped inside, my finger going to the warmth between her legs. She wasn’t wet yet, but I’d quickly fix that. She arched her back a little as my finger made contact with her clit. The move had her ass sliding along my cock, stroking me and ramping up my erection.
I nudged her hair aside with my chin and kissed her neck, running my tongue over her earlobe. That always made her squirm.
And then she was fully awake. She sighed and lifted her arm, sliding her hand over my nape as she continued to move against me.
As predicted, she was wet within seconds, and her movements and breathing told me I was hitting the right spot. But then she moved away slightly, wiggling under the covers. As my hand was dislodged, I realized what she was doing. She was slipping her shorts and panties down.
And then she reached behind her and tugged on my pajama bottoms. “Fuck me,” she said, her voice hoarse. “Fuck me from behind.”
My eyes squeezed shut, and I froze. But then I felt her move. I promptly pushed my pajama bottoms and underwear down, my cock springing toward her. She shifted next to me, reaching between her legs to help guide me inside her. It took some adjusting, but when I finally slid into her wet, tight pussy, it was well worth the struggle.
I settled my hand back into place and stroked her clit as I moved my hips, sliding deeper and deeper. And then she was gasping and gripping my arm as she came. Her warmth and wetness pulsed around me, pushing me over the edge.
I struggled to stay quiet as I came inside her, holding her hips in place until the last of my seed was spent. And then I heard it, the pitter-patter of little feet.
Meredith pulled away and sat up. “Did you lock the door?”
I shook my head, and she dove under the covers as I hopped out of bed, pulling my pajama bottoms back into place. Our oldest, Elijah, still struggled with door handles, so that bought us a little time.
When I pulled the door open, Elijah looked up at me, startled. He was still reaching for it as I opened it just far enough for me to squeeze through. I immediately shut it behind me.
“What’s up, buddy?” I asked, looking around for signs of my four-year-old. If my six-year-old was here, his brother Lucas wouldn’t be far behind.
“Can I have pancakes?” Elijah asked.
“Pancakes,” I echoed.
My mind was blank. While making love to Meredith was always the best wake-up call, it had a bad habit of scrambling my thoughts. The mix of morning brain and sex brain made it tough to focus on anything.
“Breakfast,” Elijah said as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.
It actually was.
“I’ll tell you what,” I said. “You and your brother play quietly for a few minutes and let me get your sister up. Then I’ll make pancakes and bacon.”
“Bacon!”
Elijah screamed that, then turned and ran toward the bedroom he and Lucas shared. Smiling and shaking my head, I went straight to our four-month-old’s room.
Amelia was in her crib, which sat in the far corner of the room. I immediately felt at peace, walking toward her. There was something about a newborn that grounded me.
“I can do that.”
