“But he—” I start.
Janus just squeezed me tighter. “I know.”
“And I—”
“I know.”
With my head pressed against his chest like this, his gravelly voice echoed doubly deep.
We’d done everything humanly possible to find Milo, I knew we had. We drove the streets looking for him that first night. Then we made a missing person’s report with the police when they would allow us to, three torturous days later. Still nothing. They barely took us seriously.
The cop taking down the information just looked at me like I was nuts. “So you told him to get lost and he did?” He’d put down his pen and looked like he wanted to be done with us right then and there.
Thank God Janus had jumped in. “But he doesn’t have his phone. Or a car. He left on foot and never came back. Can you at least see if any of his cards have pinged?”
But we never got any reports back.
Every day I played with the babies in the front room so I had a window’s view out onto the front yard. In case he came back, I could run out to meet him.
Because he had to come back. He had to know I’d just been angry. I didn’t mean that I literally never wanted to see him again! I’d been hormonal! Nothing I said should be held against me in a court of law. Or love. I ached with missing him.
Then Leander had to leave for Vancouver the next week to start filming Gemini because he couldn’t put off the producers any longer.
So it was just Janus and me in this big, lonely house with only the children for company. Going from four adults down to two, especially when the babies started teething? Suffice to say, I was exhausted from constantly running around taking care of the two of them to worry about Milo as much as I might have otherwise.
But it was still bad. Especially at night, during the few hours of sleep the babies actually allowed us.
“Let’s lay back down,” Janus murmured, helping me settle back in bed.
“It’s no use,” I whined, feeling exhausted but simultaneously too wired to sleep. “What if he’s hurt, or—”
“Shhh,” Janus said. “I want you to empty your mind.”
He rolled us so his body was on top of mine. He covered my searching eyes with his big, warm palms. “For once, let that busy mind of yours that wants to take care of everybody in the whole world slow down… and then pause.” His words were a slow whisper. “There’s nothing in the world except the sound of my voice,” he intoned.
In spite of myself, I breathed out, all the stress leaking from my body at his commands.
“Good girl,” he growled low. “Just keep listening to my voice. There’s nothing else in the world except my voice and how I make your body feel. Nod if you understand me.”
I gave a small nod and then his lips were on mine, large and soft. A light press before they moved down to my chin. Then to my throat.
He eased my legs open with a hand and then he was there, hard and pulsing at my thighs.
“Relax and let me in,” he whispered, then licked down the throbbing vein in my neck to my collarbone.
I let out a high-pitched sigh, another level of relaxation hitting as I shed another layer of stress.
I was wet for him. I had been ever since he rolled on top of me. My body had grown so accustomed to his touch. To all of them. The thought brought a twinge of pain, missing Milo.
But then Janus’s cock was there, pushing in the next second, erasing everything except him, like he’d instructed.
“Fuck, you’re so tight. Just a few days of not fucking you and you tighten right back up like a barely ripe peach.”
He ran a hand up my outer thigh and tugged my knee up so that it was by his shoulder, stretching me open wide for him as he pressed in deeper.
His low groan of pleasure was my reward. “Nothing better than having my baby open up for me so nice.”
He nibbled at my throat and my stomach did a little spasm. At the same time my pussy clutched greedily around his shaft.
He let go of my leg and spanked my ass.
Hard.
Loud.
Once and then again. Then a third time for good measure.
My eyes all but rolled back in my head.
He wasn’t taking it easy on me. Because he knew exactly what I needed.
“Please, Daddy,” I still begged anyway.
He spanked me again and I squirted around his cock, squirming needily underneath him.
“Please, Daddy, again.” I buried my face in the hollow space between his neck and his shoulder as he gave me exactly what I asked for.
Spanking me hard while he fucked me deep. It made my pussy shudder with every contact. I hollered into his neck, muffling my cries in his skin.