After Us (Next Generation #6) - J.M. Walker Page 0,33
I was sure he would say it again. Sex was the most vulnerable position. For us anyway. Because as much as we had trouble talking, we spoke with our bodies.
“Tell me you don’t feel how hard I am right now, Piper.” His mouth brushed along the length of my neck. “Tell me you can’t feel every vein, every ridge, every fucking pulse. My heart beats for you, baby, and I know you can feel that beat in my cock.”
An unexpected release hit me. I gasped, arching against him, my thighs shaking as the orgasm rippled through me.
Under normal circumstances, I was sure that I would be embarrassed over the fast release, but the growl that left from somewhere deep inside Jaron shoved the embarrassment away.
Jaron slipped out from beside me and turned me onto my stomach, all the while keeping his body connected with mine. He fisted my hair, sinking his teeth into my shoulder.
Our fingers joined, linking together as we spoke a silent confession.
“Your body knows that it was made for me, Piper.” He kissed my temple. “Now I just have to remind the rest of you.”
***
After we finally fell asleep with Jaron still inside me, I woke a few hours later alone on the couch. Grabbing my clothes, I trudged to my bedroom but not before I heard Jaron in Brynlee’s room. I peeked through the door that was slightly ajar, finding him sitting in the corner in the rocking chair with her on his lap. He was reading her a story. My heart warmed at the sight before me. Not wanting to interrupt their little moment, I went to the bathroom.
Once I was done taking a quick shower, I got dressed. Deciding on something comfortable, I ended up choosing gray leggings and a dark green long tank top that hid some of the baby weight I still carried around the middle.
My body still burned over the words Jaron had said a few hours ago. He still wanted me. He would always want me. A part of me knew that I had nothing to worry about when it came to his attraction to me, but it didn’t mean that I wasn’t concerned any less. I had been skinny before having Brynlee. Maybe too skinny at times. It wasn’t like I never ate. My metabolism hadn’t caught up with me yet clearly.
Throwing my hair up into a messy bun, I gave myself a once-over in the full-length mirror sitting in the corner of the room. I had started doing home workouts while Brynn napped, and I did some short runs while pushing her in the stroller. But it still didn’t stop me from feeling insecure about my curves.
Although Jaron looked at me like he wanted to devour me whole, I was still nervous to be naked around him.
Leaving my room and heading to the kitchen, I was swiping lip gloss along my lips when I was stopped short by Jaron feeding Brynn.
His head popped up, his gaze flicking my way. They roamed down the length of me, the deep gray orbs, darkening even more.
My heart fluttered. I looked down at myself. Was I not presentable? When I met his stare again, I lifted my chin defiantly.
He smirked, gave me a wink, and went back to feeding our daughter.
I huffed, heading into the kitchen to make some coffee.
“Coffee’s made,” he called out, his voice rough.
“Oh.” The heavenly aroma wafted into my nose. “Thank you.” I made myself a coffee and joined him at the table. He was feeding Brynn breakfast, dishing a spoonful of the grape jelly baby food that even I loved tasting from time to time, into her mouth.
She smiled at me, her face a mess while she played with what was in her mouth and slapped her hands against the tray of the highchair.
I kissed her head before sitting at the chair across from her.
“I made her a bottle,” Jaron said, still not looking at me. “Did you know that shit is fucking disgusting?”
“You tasted it?” I asked, my eyes widening.
He looked my way then. “I did. I wanted to know what I was putting in my baby girl’s belly. We need better food for her.”
“I…I really have no idea what to say.”
“Have you tried it?”
“I have. Breast milk tastes better,” I told him, still finding it hard to believe that he actually tasted her formula.
He placed the dish on the table in front of him. “How long did you breast feed her for?”