Page 1 of Momcom Vacation

Chapter 1

Beckett

“Idon’t think this is a good idea,” I grumble as my wife moves around our bedroom in search of a pair of shoes.

This time, Junior is not to blame for the missing footwear. This is all because my wife has pregnancy brain. The woman is walking around with shoeson her feet. Not that I’d dare to point that out to her. I happen to like all my body parts, and Liv is extra violent these days.

“I need a break.” Liv pulls up short, blinks down at her feet, and sighs. “See?” She spins to face me. “I can’t even remember what I’m looking for anymore. I just need a few days with the girls to reset before I have to host both our families for Christmas.”

I take a tentative step closer. “Then go stay at the penthouse for the weekend. You shouldn’t be flying right now.”

With an eye roll, she drops onto the edge of the bed. “I’m pregnant, not dying.”

“With twins. You’re pregnant with twins.” Every time I say that word,twins, I can’t help but swell with pride because, fuck, I’m so virile I knocked her up with two babies without even trying.

When we found out they were girls, worry swept through me. Images of the Shining Twins popped into my head. The almost identical little blonds are so fucking smart. I swear that’s in part because their brains are connected in some way. The fear quickly morphed into excitement. Because if Medusa could spawn such geniuses, then I’m golden. These twins will be Langfields. My girls will be little Einsteins.

I settle beside Liv on the bed and press a thumb into the muscle of her shoulder.

She moans in relief. It kills me to know how much her back and shoulders ache, but secretly, I’m thrilled to have another reason to touch her, to make her feel good. There is nothing I enjoy more than making my wife feel good.

“Beckett,” she chides. “I’m going to be late.”

“I’ll be quick. I promise.”

She laughs, the husky sound causing my cock to strain against my zipper. “That’s not a very convincing way to talk me into staying.”

I press my lips against her neck. “I’ll get you off quickly, wife. Tongue, fingers, or cock?”

“Dealer’s choice.” She lowers herself back onto the bed with a smirk. Outside of being forgetful, pregnancy has made my wife incredibly horny. Naturally, I’m happy to feed her insatiable appetite.

I remove one shoe, then the other. Then I tug at her leggings until her soft skin is all I feel. Fucking heaven. Every moment married to this woman is better than the last.

Just as I’m settling between her thighs, though, her phone rings.

Liv squirms, as if she thinks I’ll back off. But once I’m in the zone, there’s no stopping me. The moment she says “hello,” I suck her clit into my mouth, causing her voice to come out disjointed.

“We’re going to be late if you don’t leave your bedroom.” Dylan’s airy voice is loud enough for me to hear, even with Liv’s thighs pressed against my ears.

“Dippy Do,” I growl. “If you give me an uninterrupted hour with my wife, then you can take the Langfield jet.”

“Oh, yay!” Her high-pitched cheer is ear-piercing. “Hear that, Shay? The universe provided a private jet for our trip.”

“That wasn’t the universe. That was just a horny Beckett,” Shayla deadpans in the background.

“Hang up,” I growl to my wife.

“Finally, the man’s dick is good for something,” Delia grouses just before Liv disconnects the call.

With a long lick up her seam, I straighten and catch my wife’s eye. “You really think a weekend away with them will be more relaxing than staying home, where I’d be living between these thighs?”

Liv’s smile is like medicine. She laughs and shakes her head. “I love you, baby. Now make me come so I can go on my girls’ trip. Youaren’tinterrupting this one.”

Two hours later,my chest is burning and I’ve just popped another antacid. In the next room, Cortney is on the phone. “No, Mom, we don’t need to invite Cousin Phil.” The man lets out a disgruntled sigh.

I stand from my desk and quietly stalk to the doorway so I can listen in.

“Dylan has never even met him.” My new GM scrubs a hand down his face, then pulls the phone away from his ear and looksat it in horror. “Cousin Phil is a woman? See? I didn’t even know she was ashe. She’s not going on the guest list.”

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