Page 97 of Finding Fate
Iyawn as I stare at the small room decorated for a little boy. It’s not huge, but it gives him a space of his own. It’s big enough for a twin-size bed, a dresser, a small closet, and a little area I made for toys and books or even a drum set like his dad one day if he wants one. The walls are baby blue and the bedding is reversible—navy on one side and baby blue on the other. The sheets are stripes with coordinating colors. I wasn’t sure what he was into, and I wanted to give him a place he could make his own if he wanted to do a theme, so I chose colors instead.
Konnor walks up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, kissing my cheek. “You’re tired. We could go to bed and just let them find it ‘til morning.”
“I am tired, but I’m too excited. I’d never get to sleep. What if he hates it? Is the stuffed puppy dog on the bed too much? Do six-year-olds still sleep with stuffed animals?”
“It’s not girly. He’ll love it. You and Sayler seemed like you were having more fun than doing work decorating. Maybe this is your thing like music is mine.”
I turn in his arms and wrap mine around his neck, a smile plastered on my face. “It was so much fun. I wanted to get him some clothes too, but I had no idea what size he was. I got some gift cards for children’s stores instead so they have to use them. I knew they wouldn’t take money. I’m going to warn you now not to look at the credit card account when the add-on is done and the nursery is ready to be decorated. Since we’re finding out the sex, I’ll probably go crazy.”
He smiles. “As long as I can get tattoos the credit card is yours.”
I roll my eyes. “Have I ever told you that you couldn’t get a tattoo?”
A chuckle rolls off his lips as he pulls me closer. “No, but why haven’t you?”
“I choose my battles. A tattooed Konnor that’s all mine is far better than no Konnor. Being a nagging wife isn’t my thing. You’re sexiest to me being the man you want to be.”
He pushes me against the wall and lifts my thigh, pressing his pelvis between my legs, letting me feel nothing but hard muscle. His lips come down on mine, packed with hunger. “Come to bed with me. I’ll kiss you everywhere.”
Everything clenches tight between my legs. God, I’ve missed him. We’ve been so busy between work and fixing up the basement we’ve basically crashed every night with nothing more than a quickie here and there. And even though those quickies are my saving grace when the body changes are mentally challenging and emotionally heightening, it’s not what I’m used to.
I nibble on his lip. “You’re very persuasive.”
“Yeah?” His hand slips up my shorts and dips under my panties, inching inside of me. “What about a sample? Don’t you like those?” A moan slips out as he pumps in and out of me. “Fuck, baby. Why are you so wet?”
“You. It’s always you. I’ve missed this.”
“Why haven’t you said anything?”
“We’ve both been tired. My eyes roll to the back of my head before it hits the pillow.”
He pulls out of me and wraps his finger around the center of my panties and shorts, already pulling them low on my hips to work them down. “You want me to eat it? Let me lick you right here, baby.”
“Okay,” I say breathlessly, and watch him drop to his knees in front of me. He kisses my hipbone, following the waistband of my sleep shorts as they slowly descend. He hits my smooth pubic bone, and then the top curve of my lips, the tip of his tongue already pushing through. My knees buckle. It still amazes me that I got him.
When he hits my clit, someone starts stomping down the stairs, reminding me that we’re waiting for Maddox and Gabby and their little boy. This can wait. Oh, my God! We’re hooking up in a kid’s room! I push my back off the wall and grab my shorts, pulling them back up. “To be continued . . .”
Konnor stands, squeezing his throbbing dick. At least that’s what he told me he was doing when I asked once. He only does it when we have to stop abruptly, which isn’t often. “Goddammit. He has the worst timing. We’ve been blowing his shit up all night for updates, and he picks the moment I’m about to shove my tongue in good pussy to show up.”
I laugh at him. “Behave and we can do sixty-nine when we go to bed.”
“Fuck. For real? Don’t tease me.”
I shake my head. “You act like I tell you no. We just always do it before we play now it seems like.”
“I felt guilty asking for a blow job when you were nauseous and shit, so I try to cut to the chase before you feel obligated.”
I frown at him. “Konnor! Are we that couple? What the fuck? We are finishing this conversation later!”
He grabs my hand and pulls me into the living space where Riggan is sitting on one end of the couch with Sayler’s feet in his lap, rubbing them. She’s laying on her back with her hand on her adorable belly that’s getting a lot closer to that ‘about to pop’ stage. She looks back at me. “Hey,Ma-mi. Get you some, girl.”
My cheeks flush a little. Wasn’t aware we could be heard. I thought they were finishing up the master bedroom from us washing the bedding. We wanted it to be warm and fresh when they got home from the dryer. There is a tiny nursery too—more like a nook in the master bedroom—but we left it empty, not wanting to step on any toes. We figured Gabby would want to do that with Maddox since he wasn’t in the picture the first go ‘round. Scratch that. She didn’t get to do one at all. “I know that pregnant pussy is good and all, but you could at least try to be a little less obvious when you’re going to do it in random-ass places like a kid’s room.”
“Shut the hell up,” Konnor responds on a laugh to Riggan’s comment. “Like you have any room to talk.”
A thought occurs to me. “You guys do realize you’re going to have to find a filter when little ears are around, right?”
They both look at each other like I’ve grown a third tit. They missed a really good shot at being brothers. Sometimes it’s uncanny how alike they are. Their relationship is so natural. All of the guys are. It’s a special bond I love to watch, because each of them are slightly different in their ‘bromances’. Has this not occurred to either of them? By the middle of summer, we are going to have a house full of babies. “What the hell is this? Where are my fucking drums?” Maddox says. He doesn’t sound happy in the least.