“You can smell like cookies, but that pu**y better smell like my sweet pu**y is supposed to smell. I’ve been thinking about it all damn day. Especially with the naughty little teasing text you sent me at lunch.”
Laughing, I backed up and crawled to the center of the bed. I sat on my bottom, then let my legs fall open. Marcus’s eyes turned into hot, smoldering flames as he swore, then yanked his slacks off along with his boxers and came at me.
His head went directly between my legs, and I fell back, gasping for air. He didn’t take time to tease me tonight. His tongue ran directly over my cl*t before he f**ked me with his mouth.
Marcus
Low always tasted so amazing. The more turned on she was, the sweeter she tasted. I kept her legs open with both my hands until she was crying out and gasping for breath after coming down from her first orgasm. She tried to push me away and I didn’t let her. I loved licking her while she went crazy from how sensitive the release had left her clit.
When she started panting and begging me, I grinned, then let her have a moment. She gave me a sleepy smile that said she loved it when I was bad. While she got her breath back, I slid my hands over her swollen stomach. My daughter was safely tucked inside there. We had a couple more months before Crimson Joy Hardy was due to enter our lives.
The third bedroom had already been painted a sky blue with purple polka dots. Every weekend Willow had something else for us to work on in Crimson’s room. I knew how quickly it all went. It seemed just like yesterday my little boy was born. I wanted to soak up every minute of it. Not waste a moment.
Willow was biting her bottom lip and watching me closely when I looked back up at her. “It’s big,” she said.
I nodded. Her stomach was getting bigger. But she knew I loved that she was carrying my baby in there. I moved my hands up to cup her br**sts. “And these are bigger.”
Willow started to laugh, but it became a moan as I pulled one of her perfect pink ni**les into my mouth.
After lavishing both her br**sts with attention, I moved up to kiss the spot on her neck that made her squirm. Then I grabbed Willow’s waist as I rolled onto my back and pulled her on top so that she was straddling me. “Take it, baby,” I told her, moving her h*ps back until the tip of my erection pressed into her.
“M’kay,” she breathed out, then lifted her h*ps and sank down on me. “AAAAAH!” she cried.
Another beautiful thing about pregnancy was that she always felt swollen inside, too. It was incredible. “So good,” I told her, reaching up to grab her br**sts in my hands as she began to ride me.
Her soft moans and sweet little cries made it hard for me to lie back and let her control this. I didn’t give her this control often, but sometimes I needed her to take the reins.
Letting go of her br**sts, I slipped my hands around to grab her ass while my eyes stayed glued to the sight of her tits bouncing in my face. Fucking gorgeous.
“I love this ass,” I said, squeezing it. She fell forward on both her hands, and her tits were in my face. My mouth went to work eating them up while Willow said my name and told me how good it felt. When she sat back up, the hard tips were wet from my kisses, and my c**k throbbed at the sight.
“I’m gonna come,” she said, looking at me as her eyes began rolling back in her head. “I’m . . . coming,” she wailed, and the silky walls encasing my dick squeezed and spasmed, pulling me right into the release with her. I jerked my h*ps and met her thrust as I spilled inside her. Marking what was mine.
Willow
Three days after my sister had decided to run off and leave her daughter, Larissa moved into Amanda Hardy’s old bedroom. With the help of Amanda, Margaret, and me, Larissa made the room her own. She even seemed clingy with Margaret, like she knew that this was the woman who was going to take care of her. Who was going to love her. She trusted her already. My sister had denied her so much.
Margaret Hardy would fix that, though. She would love with that big heart of hers, and everything would be okay. Marcus had even calmed down and accepted that his parents were back together.
Amanda had reacted very differently from her brother. She had squealed and jumped up and down. She had been upset about Tawny leaving Larissa like she had, but she was beyond thrilled that her dad was moving back in to be with her mother. Marcus didn’t understand it at all. Since I hadn’t really had a life like the one Amanda had grown up in, I didn’t understand it completely. But I told Marcus my guess was that after growing up with two parents you love, it’s never something you give up on. She was a little girl who had lived a fairy tale, and then it was jerked away from her. She had just been handed that life back. A week before her wedding, too.
I couldn’t imagine there was a bride-to-be as happy as Amanda Hardy was right now.
“Still hard to believe they’re back together,” Marcus said, walking up behind me and slipping his hands around to rest on my stomach. “But I’ll admit, deep down it feels good. Even if it scares me because I’m not ready to trust Dad, seeing my parents together makes things seem right again. I just wish Larissa had that.”
I thought about my sister, who had never been happy about being a mother. Even when Jefferson Hardy had decided to give her the family life, she had only stayed happy for a short time. She didn’t like playing house. And she didn’t like being stuck with an “old man.” I know because she told me that just a few weeks ago when I went to visit Larissa.
I wasn’t sure anything could make Tawny happy. And Larissa deserved a life with love from her parents. Tawny and I hadn’t gotten that kind of home life. Maybe that was why she was so screwed up. But I wanted Larissa to have a chance for more. I didn’t want her to end up like her mother. I wanted her to love life and not live always searching for something.
“Larissa really likes your mom. She’s her little shadow. I think she knows Tawny is gone. Margaret said the last time she asked about her mother was the first night she spent here. When Jefferson was here to tuck her in, she seemed content. She hasn’t asked again.”
Marcus sighed and rested his chin on the top of my head. “Mom loves her. I haven’t seen her this happy since Amanda and I were living at home. She’s baking cookies and making cakes with Larissa just like she used to do with us. I think it’s going to be good for both of them. If Tawny comes back, then she’s going to have to fight Dad for Larissa. He already said he’s not agreeing to joint custody. He’s filed abandonment charges against Tawny and gotten full custody of Larissa. He said he’ll allow Tawny every other weekend, but that is it. He doesn’t trust her not to come back into Larissa’s life and turn it upside down and leave again.”
“Good. Because that’s what she’ll do. I think deep down, in her own weird way, she loves Larissa. But having a child isn’t something Tawny ever wanted.”
I turned around in his arms and kissed the man who gave me my fairy tale. I had never expected a Marcus Hardy in my life. I’d had a friend in Cage York and I had thought that was all I would need. Cage had been my protector. But I had found out that I needed all-consuming, wild, magical love. And that’s what I got with Marcus.
My fairy tale wasn’t over. It was just beginning.