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“Next time,” Lane promises with his lips while his thumb moves at a faster pace, then one finger is replaced with two. I’m not going to last much longer. The sensation is too overwhelming. Especially when he scissors his fingers inside my ass, stretching me further. “Let go, Birdie, come for me like I know you want to,” he breathes between our kisses.
He’s dominating my mouth and body. My brain is completely shut off. The only thing I’m thinking about is the pleasure Lane is giving me, and when my body finally computes what he’s saying, I let go for him and only him.
Each and every time we’re together, I swear it only gets better. Our love grows deeper. We burn hotter for one another, and damn if I’m not loving every moment of it.
17
LANE
“Babe,Rocky has three beds. You want to tell me why he’s sleeping in our bed?” Birdie is snuggled into me, her leg hitched over mine, and the boner I’ve had for more than half the night is not deflating. The show she gave me in the bathtub while I fucked her with my fingers was hot as fuck. The best part about her being in the water was watching her tits bounce up and down, knowing the buoyancy was helping keep her in a relaxed state. It did absolutely nothing for my raging hard-on, but I took care of that in the shower while Birdie watched.
When I got out, she was worked up again. There was no way she would be able to handle much more tonight, so we both got dressed. Her in another one of my shirts and a pair of socks that are so too big, they’re slouched around her ankles. She didn’t seem to mind. And she makesmy clothes look a fuck of a lot better on her than they ever did on me.
“He’s always slept with me. Wasn’t it you who didn’t want to share me? Well, Lane, I think you’ve met your match. Rocky doesn’t like to share either,” she breathes into my neck, her nose nuzzling closer to me. I’m pretty sure she’d crawl inside of me if she could.
“One night, and one night only,” I grumble. Birdie shakes her head. I can feel the movement, yet I can’t see her. I’ve got my arm wrapped around her body, holding her close to me, and she’s on her good side. We’ll wind up in a different position throughout the night, but for the most part, when the sun comes up, this is where I find her. “He’s lucky he’s cute, small, and at the foot of the bed, or I’d be locking him out of the bedroom.” Rocky perks up, lifting his head and tilting it to the side. Yeah, the cute multicolored booger will more than likely get his way, just like his owner.
“Okay, Lane.” She’s placating me while trying not to laugh.
“I guess I better get used to it. One day, it’ll be a baby girl or baby boy in bed with us.” The tips of her fingers stop their ministrations on my chest. There’s no rhyme or reason to the pattern. A soothing sensation for more than her; it helps settle me, and usually, when she stops, the reason is because she’s fallen asleep.
“You mean that?” She uses her hand on mychest to lift up her body. It’s a crying shame she’s wearing my shirt. I’d much prefer her naked like I am, and I’d have pushed the issue, except there’s a nip to the air outside. Birdie knows I run warm. Turning on the heat is a last-ditch effort and only used when the cold really settles in. Now I’m rethinking it. Maybe I should have kicked the heat up in order to have her naked, skin to skin, and should she wake up feeling better tomorrow, well, it’d be a hell of a lot easier access. Sure, Birdie is only wearing a shirt and my socks, but the damn shirt will still be in my way, blocking her tits. There is nothing better in this world than Birdie naked, hair a tangled mess, lips red and swollen from our kisses, and me watching as I fuck my cock into her tight body.
“Fuck yeah, I do. We’ve got three spare rooms in this house to fill. Two kids to a room, we could carry on the family name and tradition with six little Birdies and Lanes running around.”
“Six kids? Are you crazy? They’re going to come from my body. My vagina is going to be wrecked. I’ll need to do an obscene number of Kegels. Maybe have some kind of surgery to get back to normal. Nope, we’re not having six.” My hand slides up her back, fingers tangling in the loose chocolate-brown tendrils.
“No other male looks at my woman. You better find a female doctor, Birdie. I don’t care if they’re getting paid to do what they need to do. No men look at what’s mine, ever.” She laughs.This woman thinks I’m joking. I’ll be damned. She doesn’t realize how serious I am. Juniper can do everything a doctor can do, and at least I know she won’t be thinking about my woman in a way I’ll have to beat her ass.
“You’re being ridiculous, and we’re not having six children. You promise me that you won’t go over-the-top alpha on whoever my doctor ends up being, and we can compromise on three, with room to talk about a fourth down the road.” I’m not really looking for a voice of reason at this juncture of our conversation, yet that’s what I’m going to have to take.
“Fine, fine. I’ll make sure your doctor is a female anyway,” I grouse.
“Thank you, and I’ll see what I can work out. I’m not even pregnant. This may take time, so this doctor talk is a little too premature, you know?” There’s a playfulness to her tone that’s going to get her fucked.
“Shirt off. I don’t want anything between us.” She sits up, and while the room is dark, the moon is shining through the curtains enough for me to watch as she starts to take off another one of my younger rodeo days shirts. “You need help, or are you okay?” I ask.
“I’m good. The bath helped a lot. The medicine, too. The dinner you cooked was the icing on top.” Birdie is talking about an easy dinner I cooked. It didn’t take much to put together—hamburger patties, cutting up potatoes to fry upfor french fries, and a small salad rounded it out. As far as dessert, the leftover brownies were dwindling down, but somehow, there was ice cream in the freezer. Birdie had no problem heating up the brownies we did have left in the microwave, plopped some ice cream on top, and handed me a bowl before she tucked into her own.
“You gonna get cold?” My hand leaves her hair, sliding around to the front of her body, making sure not to press on her sternum too much.
“Not as long as you’re next to me.” The palm of my hand cups her breast, my thumb rasping over her pebbled tip.
“You know I’m not going anywhere. Are you going to breastfeed our babies, Birdie?”
“I want to.” Her body trembles.
“You gonna let me watch?” I lick my lips, thinking about her nursing our children.
“Of course.”
“Good. I’m going to cherish every moment of it. Lie back down before I take this further. I’ll be damned if you’re too sore to take me in the morning.” My cock is rock fucking solid, and I know Birdie is worked up, too.
“Lane.” Her voice trembles as she lies back down, this time closer to me than before.
“Not giving us what we both want, even though it’s killing me.” I nudge her lips with mine, my tongue sliding out until she opens forme. The kiss is filled with need, pent-up desire, and pulling back is damn near impossible. Except Rocky takes that moment to stand up, do a little spin, and then settle back down. “Your dog is a boner killer, baby.”
“He is not.”
