“No more, Plum. Need inside you.”
“You were—”
Nope. “Not the way I need to be.” Not the way that brings us both boundless pleasure. She may like sucking me, teasing me. But I prefer her pussy over her mouth any day of the week. My sweet Plum.
Her legs wrapped around me, I pin her to the shower wall, slipping in, not gently in the least. Her head falls back, hitting the tiles as she gasps, “Cap.”
Fuck. Love her calling me that—still.
Her head rolls to the side, focusing beyond the glassed-in shower, biting her lip. A small moan escapes.
I follow her gaze and grin when I catch our reflection in the bathroom mirror. “You love to watch, dontcha, baby?”
“Yes. So much.”
I twist her nipples, watching the live version while she focuses on our duplicates. If we had more time, I’d fuck her over the sink so she could watch up close and personal. But as it is, Iris will be up soon. I’m sure someone else would grab her, but I love those morning cuddles. Now that she’s not breastfeeding, I get the first love and cherish feeding her a bottle.
“Harder,” my wife begs.
“Everything.” I steal her mouth, sucking her tongue and nipping at her lips until she tightens around me. I back off enough for her to turn her head. “Watch, baby. Watch me make you come.”
“Ohmygo—” she loses her voice as she comes undone, her eyes locked on the mirror, her hold tight on me as I pump and pump into her release, giving her my seed.
Maybe one more kid…
“Love you so hard, Plum,” I breathe against the softness of her sensitive neck.
“So hard,” she pants.
CHAPTER6
REESE
“I’m staying here today.” I fill my glass with orange juice. “Frankie is staying too. We were thinking you could go out with Cap today or go shopping if you’d like.” I eye Mom and don’t miss Cap’s smile.
He’s awful chipper this morning. As a matter of fact, so is Mom.
“Really?” She plops in Cap’s lap. “Did you hear that?”
He doesn’t miss a beat in wrapping an arm around her waist and feeding her a bite of bacon. “I did. Sounds like our girls are giving us a day together, Plum. You game?”
“Always.” She giggles into his neck when he squeezes her backside.
“Um, Mom, Cap, little eyes,” Gabriel growls.
Cap and Mom don’t pay him any mind as their embrace turns into a heated kiss.
Gabriel’s eyes flash to Frankie, the disappointment right there in his sparkling blue eyes. “You’re staying home, Angel?”
“Mmm-hmm, need to rest.” She keeps his gaze, not backing off, giving in to his desire to have her with him. If I hadn’t talked to her earlier, I wouldn’t be able to read her silent plea. He’s wearing her out and not in the good under-the-sheets kinda way.
I find my Shadow in the mix of the kids, wiping one’s mouth, cutting up a fried egg for another. He’s such a good daddy, brother, and uncle. His head pops up as if he feels my gaze. His worried brow deepens as we share our own silent embrace.
Love you, I mouth.
He kisses Killian’s head and rises to his impressive height, eats up the distance between us, picks me up and carries me out of the kitchen and down the hall until we’re alone. Pulling my legs around his waist, he leans in, stealing my breath as I hit the wall. Not hard, but the move is packed with heat and primal claiming.
“You’re not coming with me?” He’s so close I can barely focus on his eyes. His yummy bacon and maple syrup breath wafts over me.