Page 82 of An Endless Memory

I held her hips, slowing her pace, or I’d blow before she did. “If we had time, I’d make you climax three times.”

She popped her head up and the disbelief was apparent in the dark.

To prove my point, I put a thumb back on her clit. The shudder that racked her body went straight through my cock. She pressed her hands into my chest and rode me and my thumb.

I wasn’t going to last. I didn’t need her in a spotlight to see the way her lips were parted as she panted or how her eyes were closed. She was so fucking beautiful. This woman was mine.

Her walls convulsed around me, and she buried her face in my shoulder. When she went taut and silently screamed her release into my shirt, I finally let go. My climax shattered behind my eyes. I clenched my teeth and tried like hell to smother any noise that came out.

Fuck. We bucked together until we both went still.

“That was…damn, Lily.”

Her giggle was soft. She lifted her head. “Yeah. It was.” She placed a kiss on my lips, paused for a moment, and then straightened. “I should clean up and get back in case she wakes again.”

I wished I could cuddle her to me, curl around her, and fall asleep to the sound of her breathing. I slid a lock of her hair through my fingers. There’d be time for that later. I’d make sure of it. “I know. I’d like you to stay, but she’s got dibs on you.”

She gave me a curious look. “You don’t mind cuddling?”

“Why would I? I get you in my arms.”

She dropped her forehead to my chest. “You’re so perfect.”

“Far from it.”

“Trust me. You are.” She wiggled off me, and just like that, I was ready to go again. She lifted the blanket higher. “Seriously? Again?”

“Don’t underestimate how much I want you.”

“You say things like that and you like to cuddle? You make it hard to be a good mom and snuggle with a little girl who has sugar belly.” She leaned down to kiss me again, then I watched her ass wiggle all the way to the bedroom.

It was going to take me another hour to get to sleep.

Eighteen

Eliot

I was holding a baby and so was Lily, only it wasn’t Kellan in her arms. My tiny nephew Drew was safe with her, and I had Alex. They weren’t the tiniest babies I’d held, but they were close.

Sutton and Wilder were out having a lunch date. They might not have entrusted me with two babies this small on my own, but I had an expert with me.

Cali was sitting between us, reading a book to the babies. They were both fast asleep and had snoozed through the first three stories. Kellan was on a blanket on the floor, happily practicing his rolling.

Cali finished the book about bunnies. Magnolia was the author, and it was one of the gifts Lily had gotten for the twins. She’d also given Sutton a new-mom present that had home spa products like hot and cold face packs, lotion, and gourmet chocolates. Cali had read each of the four books—two for each boy—and the bunnies was the last.

“I can’t believe how well you can read,” I said. Since when could first graders blow through four baby books like they were nothing? “That’s amazing.”

She beamed.

Wilder opened the door to the kitchen. Sutton entered, still moving gingerly. Wilder shadowed her the whole way.

She grinned at us as she made her way through the kitchen and into her living room. “Thank you so much for that. That was my first outside meal since I was put on bed rest.”

“You’re most welcome.” Lily smiled. “Do you want them in their cribs?”

“Sure.” Sutton carefully sat in the recliner. “Hopefully, they’ll take the same three-hour naps they’ve been taking all week.”

Wilder took Drew from Lily. “Eliot and I can lay them down. You two relax.”

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