fun, and she loved her home, marvelling every day she got to live there.
It was a sizeable five-bedroom home, with open plan living space, an office for her to work from, and a kitchen that was a chef’s delight according to Alex. It had a vast garden with an outdoor-indoor pool. It was quirky, but it worked for the climate, the roof and walls allowed them to use it in winter, and the fact three of the walls slid back and the roof folded away made it perfect for summer too.
Her favourite by far though was the balcony off their bedroom. It was set back from the elements and spanned the width of the room. An outdoor heater and rattan couch made it perfect for her and Reid to relax.
Although since their little rascal had arrived, relaxing hadn’t been on the agenda quite as often, not that she would change it for the world. Rafe had just turned two and was the light of their lives.
Callie stood and moved towards the pool as she watched Reid throw their son in the air and catch him with a splash while Rafe squealed in delight. Her smile was automatic and huge, and something she did all the time now. His head turned to her, her belly clenched with desire and love for this wonderful man at the soft look he gave her.
“You got any more suntan lotion, babe?”
Callie turned and looked at Liam beside her and grinned. “Did you forget again?”
Liam gave her a sheepish smile. “Don’t tell her, she’ll kick my ass,” he said, but they both knew he adored his wife as much as she adored him.
“I have some in the downstairs bathroom cupboard.”
“Thanks, babe.”
A flick of water landed on them both, and she jumped and spun to see Reid approaching with Rafe in his arms.
“That’s it, son. Splash the bad man flirting with mommy.”
Callie rolled her eyes and smiled.
“I wasn’t flirting.” Liam took Rafe from his father and played ‘got ya nose’ with him. “Come on, Rafe, come keep Uncle Liam company while we find the suntan lotion.”
She watched Liam walk away with their son and then found herself in her husband’s arms. She looked up as she placed her hands on his wet muscled chest and desire pooled heavy in her belly. Her man was still ripped and gorgeous and so many times she woke in the night asking the universe how she got to be so lucky.
His hands slid to the curve of her ass as he dipped his head. “You look good enough to eat in this bikini.”
“I do?” Her head angled, until she was looking at the slight curve of her belly where their second son grew.
“You do. So much so that I’m thinking about throwing everyone out and taking you back to our room and doing just that.”
Callie’s nipples hardened in response which he didn’t miss, and her pussy pulsed with the need to feel this man, her husband, inside her.
“I see you like that idea too.”
“So much, but your family flew in from the States for this, and so did Clay and his lot.” She ran a hand over his pecs, following the water and wishing it was her tongue.
“I know, but surely they wouldn’t miss us for a short while. Our moms have the food under control, the guys are in the pool with their own monsters or watching them on the bouncy castle.”
His pleading and obvious desire for her was her undoing, and she caved. “Ten minutes.” She took his hand and pulled him inside.
“Twenty,” he countered as they ran through the house and up the stairs to their bedroom.
She was barely through the door when he pressed his hardness against her belly and his hand moved to her breast, pulling the material away as he kissed her deeply until she was weak from wanting him.
Her hands roamed his back, shoving his board shorts down and hearing the slap as the wet fabric hit the floor. Her hand grasped his hard cock, all smooth and steel and she tasted his groan as he kissed her harder as she stroked him.
Her nipple was in his mouth, and she arched toward him as he suckled her, the sensitive nubs flooding her body with pleasure.
“Faster, honey.”
She gripped his cock harder, rolling his balls with her other hand, loving the sounds of pleasure coming from him. “I wanted to taste you.”
“Later. I need you inside me.”
Reid pulled at her bikini bottoms, lifting her so her