“I think everyone cries at it.”
“Yeah?”
“Mmhmm.” Her eyelashes drop to Logan’s stare as she walks to us. “Your daddy’s a real live director. What do you think of that?” Arms and legs flail with his smile. “See? He’s proud of you!”
On a snort I argue, “He just loves his Momma.”
Bending down to play with his feet and beam at him, Natalie grins, “That too! Because I’m lucky. Yes, I am! Oh, look at that smile!”
CHAPTER 44
BONUS SCENE 3
N ATALIE
“He’s finally asleep,” I whisper and set Logan oh-so-gently down in his crib.
Max walks up to stand next to me. “I think he likes his new room.”
“Mmhmm, I do too.” Leaning into him I feel my husband’s arm slip around me, pulling me a little bit closer.
After a beat of silence he jumps and whispers, “Okay, let’s go!” rushing to the door and holding it for me.
I’m stifling a laugh as I head out. We left the monitor on, and it’s set up in speakers throughout our house.
This door needs to be shut all the way if we’re going to try and have some fun tonight.
My husband never ceases to make me smile. On his way downstairs he’s dancing ridiculously. It’s so silly that I’m soon doubled over trying not to wake our son.
I mouth, “Stop it! Just stop!”
Which only makes him act weirder.
He juts his chin and does “The Egyptian” down our new staircase, loses his footing and topples down.
My eyes go wide.
Mouth too.
I run forward and find him scrambling up, brushing himself off. “I’m okay!” And he starts dancing again in little circles with his arms like chicken wings and his chin bouncing. It’s amazing and wrong and oh-so-right.
I rush down the stairs and he reaches for me. We try and fail to do the Dirty Dancing leap.
It goes from leap…
to heap.
But in two seconds we’re tearing each other’s clothes off, gasping as we reach for kisses, pulling a shirt off here, jeans there, our damn socks after we finally untie these stupid laces. We’re cracking up in between moaning with arousal and sheer relief that we get a moment to ourselves to fuck our brains out.
I’m so horny for my husband it doesn’t even occur to me that we are on a hard floor. We could be on a beach in the Bahamas and it wouldn’t feel any better than this.
As his hands grip my naked ass in our new home’s foyer I arch into him and kiss him with everything I’ve got.
“Here,” Max breathes, jumping up and grabbing a couple coats from the antique hooks. He spreads them out and I scoot onto them.
His eyes slide down my body and land on my newly waxed pussy. They widen and flick up to mine. “When did you do this?”
“Remember when I said I was meeting Emma, Charlie and Hannah for lunch?”
“Uh huh.”
“Let’s just say we had a girl’s day.”
Max pounces on me, spreading my legs and going to town. His reactions are as much of a turn-on as his skills. He’s so hungry, and I am, too, that my body quickly ignites. His tongue presses into my hole as his fingers dance around my clit. “You can make noises, baby,” he moans.
“I forgot!” A laugh escapes, then becomes a higher-pitched panting, taking the Lord’s name in vain over and over.
Max shoots a look upstairs as he kneels, fingers still playing with me. He dives for a kiss, my taste on his tongue as we lick each other. “I think Logan’s still out cold.”
We start moaning again as he begins to slide into me, his thick girth stretching me.
“I love this so much,” I breathe, adding a few pumps later, “I miss you.”
“We’ve had sex,” he frowns.
“Not lying down.”
A grin flashes before he crashes our starving mouths together for some of the best kisses I’ll ever remember. His cock, so thick, so hard for me, pulses us to another place.
We kiss like it might never happen again, lashing tongues, grunting, moaning, growling. This man is mine. This house is mine. That child who has proved to be just as stubborn and jealous as his father, is mine.
How did I get to be so lucky?
Oh yeah.
I took a chance.
Walked into a room I wasn’t invited in.
And made myself irreplaceable.
CHAPTER 45
BONUS SCENE 4
M AX
Hanging a candy cane on the Christmas tree at our parents’ house, Sam glances over her shoulder to say, “I can’t wait to meet the girl Caden’s bringing home!”
“You’ll like her,” I mutter as I wrestle old tinsel into submission. “Mom, just throw this away next time and buy new stuff. Why do you always keep these?!”
With Logan happily bouncing on her hip, Mom smirks, “And miss out on the fun of watching you become so frustrated? And then you figure it out. It’s a tradition. Natalie, how’s the hot chocolate?”
Pointing to her four month’s pregnant belly, my wife smiles, “This one loves it. I don’t think chocolate has ever tasted so good!”
“Might be a girl then. I was the same way with Samantha.” As he walks into the living room with more firewood, Mom says, “Right, Jason?”
“Right what?”
“Remember my chocolate cravings with Samantha?”
Recognition lights him up. “Oh yeah, almost forgot about that! You moaned every time you ate it.”
Sam laughs, “Really? I do that! You did that, Mom?”
Dad answers for her, “Yes, she did!”
“That’s so funny, because I still love chocolate more than anything in the world.”
“Even more than you love Steven?” Lexi teases as she walks in with several bowls of chips and dips. “Oh Steven, you’re so funny. And so smart. And wonderful!”
Samantha’s face falls. “I do not sound like that.”
“Do so.”
“I give up!” Abandoning the tinsel I head for my coat. “I’m making a run to the store.”
“Max!” Mom laughs. “Forget about it!”
“No, we’ve always had tinsel and I want there to be tinsel, but not THAT tinsel!” I point at it like it’s
