Without words, we moved together, our hips meeting in perfect rhythm, our bodies moving in perfect time as we both worked toward our own ecstasies. Honey reached hers first. She cried out and pulsated around me, her thighs gripping me tightly, her nails trailing down my back as she came on my cock. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I dropped my face to her shoulder and moaned as I came hard.
Lost in her, I exhaled into the warmth of her neck and then rolled off her and onto my back, my heart pounding against my ribcage. Curling one arm around her, I pulled her to my chest and held her against me. I loved these moments the most. That time when my body was satiated from our lovemaking and my arms were full of the woman I was obsessed with.
Just then, Ruby started to cry in her crib down the hallway, and I felt Honey grin against my shoulder. “At least she waited until we were finished this time.”
“That’s Daddy’s girl,” I replied. “She’s the best wingman in the world.”
Honey giggled as she sat up. “I’ll go get her.”
I sat up. “No, you stay, I’ll go get her.”
Honey put her hand against my chest and pushed me down. “Stay there, Caleb Calley. I’ve got a present for you.”
“You do?”
She grinned mischievously. “I wanted to give it to you last night, but you got in so late.”
“I know, baby, that security detail we’re doing has got us working some crazy hours.”
Since expanding the weed fields to cope with increasing demands, Bull had us all doing extra work to cover shifts, which meant crazy hours until we could get more Kings of Mayhem patched in. A few members from the Dakota and Carolina chapters were patching over, and once they were in, things would get back to normal.
My gorgeous queen leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine. “It’s okay. You wait here.”
She climbed out of bed and I watched her with a head full of lascivious thoughts as she covered her gloriously naked body in one of my flannel shirts. She disappeared down the hall and I heard her talking with our daughter as she picked her up out of her crib. I tucked my arm behind my head on the pillow, listening to my girls.
Christ, I was a lucky man.
Honey and I had been married nine months now. We’d gotten married when Ruby was three months old, and Honey could bear to spend a night away from her. Since then, we’d settled happily into domesticated bliss with our adorable daughter. Honey’s cupcake business was thriving and she was able to hire more staff so she didn’t have to work as many hours.
Chance was back home. For the first few months he’d been required to stay in Maryland and receive ongoing treatment for his injuries. Now he alternated between home and the local hospital. It was a long road to recovery, but he was as strong as he was determined. When he put his mind to it, he could move mountains.
He didn’t talk about what happened the day he was injured, other than he was with his unit when a bomb ripped through the building they were in, but I got the feeling there was a lot to talk about eventually. Because my brother didn’t only look at me like a man who’d been to war, he looked at me like a man who’d lost his heart. Something had happened over there and one day he would tell me.
When he was ready.
It made me realize just how lucky I was and to not take a moment of it for granted.
I smiled as I listened to my queen chatting to our princess in the next room.
A few minutes later my beautiful woman appeared with her very own mini-me at the end of our bed. Dressed in a white onesie with bumblebees all over it, my daughter looked too adorable for words. Her sweet little face broke into a smile when she saw me, and she stretched her arms out for me.
Yeah, she was Daddy’s girl, alright. And I loved it.
I cradled her in my arms as Honey sat on the edge of the bed. That was when I noticed the piece of paper in her hand.
I gestured to it with a nod. “What is it?”
Honey grinned. “Caleb Calley . . . ” She handed me the picture. “. . . meet your son.”
I looked down at the black and white image between my fingers, then looked back up at Honey. “This is a sonogram.”
“Yes, it is. A sonogram of your son.”
It took a few seconds to register.
Honey was pregnant?
“Since when?”
She settled herself onto the bed and tucked her legs under her. “Since I went to the doctor yesterday. I had my suspicions. I mean, my boobs have been tender and I suddenly can’t stand the thought of tomatoes.”