Page 34 of Daddy's Little 1
He’s not wrong, although I think we’ll wait a little before the next one. Goodness knows what Roman will be like if we ever have a daughter.
I hop out of bed and snatch up my robe as I hear voices coming from the living area.
All fear over my baby’s safety vanishes when my gaze falls on my dad, who is cuddling a sleeping Lucas in his lap on the couch. Roman sits in the chair opposite, a mug of coffee in his hand.
Warmth steals over me as I look at my husband. How the hell did I end up with this wonderful man and a beautiful baby boy?
Every day, I wake up feeling more blessed. With each new sunrise, I fall in love with my husband all over again.
Roman is wearing jeans and a blue T-shirt that stretches over his wide, defined chest. He’s only grown more handsome in the last two years. It should be illegal for a forty-one-year-old man to look so deliciously gorgeous.
I move toward him and sink into his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. He pulls me to him, planting a kiss on my lips, and I melt into his embrace, losing myself in his addictive taste. No matter how many times we kiss, it’s always the same. Like coming home.
“Morning, handsome,” I breathe when we finally break apart.
His emerald eyes sparkle with love as he murmurs, “Morning, beautiful.”
“Thank you for letting me sleep in. I panicked when I woke. I thought I’d lost our son.”
Dad clears his throat. “I’m here too if anyone’s interested.”
I smile. “Hi, Dad.”
“Hey, Bumble. I think your son may need a clean diaper.” He wrinkles his nose. “He smells a bit ripe.”
“I see how it is. You’re here for the cuddles but not the poop?” I tease.
“Exactly,” Dad replies without a hint of remorse. “And you need to stop those disgusting displays of affection in front of your son and me. It’s enough to put us off our lunch, huh, squirt?” he asks his grandson as he stirs in his arms.
“I’ll never stop my disgusting displays of affection with my husband,” I reply with a mock glare.
Dad stands and hands my son to me, bending to kiss Lucas and me on the forehead. “Good. I like seeing my daughter so happy, even if it is with this asshole,” he says, ruffling Roman’s hair like he’s ten.
“Haud yer wheesht, eejit,” Roman rumbles, his way of telling Dad to shut the fuck up.
Dad grins, lifting his hand in a casual wave as he leaves. “See you on the squash court on Tuesday for an ass-whooping.”
I roll my eyes and stand with Lucas, carrying him to the nursery to deal with his dirty diaper.
Roman
I watch my wife as she finishes nursing our son and places a sleeping Lucas in his crib.
I approach her quietly, sliding my hands around her waist from behind as she straightens.
“Hey, Daddy,” she whispers, pressing her arse against against my hard cock.
We haven’t had sex since Lucas’ birth, although my wife has sucked and licked me to orgasm more times than I care to remember. Still, I’ve missed being inside her, having that intimate closeness with my wife. But I haven’t pressured her. Watching her push our baby into the world was a fucking miracle, but it took its toll on her body. Her comfort is always my priority, and I can wait until she’s ready.
Brenna snags my hand and tugs me to our bedroom, leaving our son sleeping peacefully. Without a word, she sinks onto the bed and reaches for my jeans, unbuttoning them and sliding them down my hips along with my boxers.
“Jesus, baby girl,” I rasp as she takes my hard length in her hand and gives it a few firm pumps.
She lifts her burning brown eyes to mine as she licks the tip. “Do you like that, Daddy?”
“Fuck, yes,” I grunt, throwing my head back at the delicious friction. My balls are full and churning like they always are for my wife. She always has me on the brink of madness.
Brenna kisses the head of my cock before gently running her tongue underneath, teasing me. I fist my hands in her hair, holding her head still as I gently thrust inside her hot mouth until I hit the back of her throat.