too fast, I’ll blow too soon, and I refuse to do that before she finds her release again.
Her nails bite into my back, and her thighs tighten around my waist as I fill her until I bottom out. I take a moment to just feel her around me.
“Ahh… damn, Molly. You feel so good. I’m not going to last long. Tell me you’re close.”
“So close,” she moans breathlessly.
I pull back until just the head is inside, then push forward again. I set a slow and steady rhythm, each thrust drawing me closer to the edge. Dropping my lips to hers, I kiss her as I make sweet love to my wife.
When her walls clamp around me and she throws her head back in bliss, I watch her face, needing to see the pleasure I’m giving her.
It’s only after she’s settled, and her gorgeous eyes open to meet mine, that I let myself go.
“You’ve ruined me,” I murmur once I catch my breath and my heart doesn’t feel like it’s going to beat out of my chest. “I ask myself every single day how I could have ever gotten so lucky to have found you.”
“It was fate,” she replies just as gently.
I brush several strands of her hair out of her face and rest my forehead against hers. “It was our destiny.”
Lifting her head, she kisses me softly. “Kismet.”
“Do you think it’s possible we made another baby?” Molly asks, tracing the birthmark above my hip.
Tonight is our last night without the kids. I lost count how many times we’ve made love over the last two days, but even so, it still isn’t enough. It’ll never be enough with Molly. Hell, I only slid out of her five minutes ago, and I could easily go again.
“I think there’s a very big possibility. It was really easy to get pregnant with Gray and Gemma.”
“Yeah.” She flips over so she’s facing me, her head going back to the center of my chest. Once she’s comfortable, I rest my hand on her waist. “But I’ve only been off the pill for a few weeks. They say it could take months for it to fully leave my system.”
I lift my brows. “How long were you off the pill before you got pregnant with Gemma?”
“Hmm… you may be right.” She laughs. Her fingers run through the hairs on my chest. “I’m just so anxious since we decided now is the time to have another one. I already love him or her, even if a baby isn’t brewing inside me yet.”
“Brewing inside you?”
She laughs and shrugs. “Bun in the oven,” she says, patting her belly.
I put my hand over hers. “Boy or a girl?” I ask.
“As much as I want to say it doesn’t matter, I secretly want another boy.” She smiles. “Gray likes to act tough, but he’s my little gentleman. I’d love to watch him teach his little brother the same values.” She tucks her hand under her cheek. “What about you?”
“A girl. Can you imagine how much of a little momma Gemma would be with a little sister? She’d treat her like one of her dolls. Dressing her up, doing her hair, having tea parties.” I laugh lightly. “I think this is a bit backward. Isn’t the woman supposed to want more girls and the man want more boys?”
“We could have one of both.”
“Twins.” I grin. “Now, that’s an intimidating thought.”
“Yeah, but we’d both get the one we prefer.”
“And have absolutely no time for anything else.” I twist my lips into a smirk.
“We’d just have to be more creative with time management.” She kisses my stomach. “No matter what we have, I only want them to be healthy.”
“Me too, baby.” I start playing with the ends of her hair. “I meant to tell you earlier. I ran into Nina before we left. She and Owen are having a barbeque in a couple of weeks and invited us over.”
Molly yawns, it’s so strong her eyes tear up. “Nina? Who’s that?” Her brows furrow.
I laugh, pulling her up the bed and flipping her around so her back presses to my chest. “You need sleep. You’re delirious.” I pull the covers over us and push my face into her hair.
“Owen’s wife,” she responds after a moment. She giggles and burrows deeper into me. “I really do need sleep.”
I take a deep breath, letting Molly’s delicious scent seep into my senses.
“Love you,” she murmurs sleepily.
“Love you too.”
“Forevermore,” we both say at the same time.
Chapter Three
MOLLY
Dear Linc,
Today hasn’t been the