“What the fuck,” Richard groans, his voice breaking the spell as Amelia and I collapse against the counter together in a heap.
I laugh, pulling her hair back and kissing her cheek. “I win again,” I whisper, kissing her everywhere I can.
“Fuck.” Dane’s voice carries, and I know they see us.
Good. Let them see me with my cock buried in my girlfriend.
Let them see howrightthis feels.
I hold her close to my chest, kissing her once again before I slide out of her and pull her closer. “I will buy you breakfast, lunch, and dinner, baby,” I promise her.
Then the loud, crisp wail of Lyla breaks through.
Amelia groans. “I think we woke the baby.”
I laugh. “Give me two minutes to get dressed.”
“No, I got her…” Dane grunts, buckling his pants.
“Good night, baby girl,” Richie says as he approaches us. He shoots me a fiery gaze before grabbing Amelia and kissing her. He makes a show of it, which only makes me feel like he’s doing it because he’s pissy about waking up to find me and Amelia mid-fuck.
Now you know what it feels like, asshole.
“Good night,” she says softly as he leaves us in the kitchen, naked, gleaming with the evidence of our tryst.
And as I catch her gaze, her soft smile, I think,This feels so fucking right.
24
AMELIA
I’ve never felt both soexhausted and well rested at the same time. Truthfully, it’s an odd phenomenon. I’m sore in all the places that count, and I know that should make me feel something other than blissed-out. But I can’t stop smiling or thinking about what happened last night. Or the night before that.
Or the night before that…
Yesterday was truly a perfect day. I woke up to breakfast being cooked by Dane while Tripp did his best to entertain and feed my daughter, who was not having anything to do with his attempts. And when I watched Richie swoop in and grab her, hip checking Tripp softly, I can honestly say I’d never felt sofullof love.
After several showers of kisses, Richie and I left so I could put some more applications in at the shops in town. We spent the afternoon together before he and Dane had to go to practice, which I attended after dropping off Lyla over at her grandparents again.
When Dex and I lived in Florida, I didn’t really have anyone to help me with Lyla. I was fine with that, telling myself I’d feel guilty if I were to need help from others. I was happy to shoulder the responsibility, because she’s mybaby.But now that I have people here who are willing to help—and who love her just as much as I do—it feels wrongnotto let them spend the time they want with her.
And maybe it is nice to get out once in a while without my sweet daughter and feel like an adult. Although, there is still one niggling issue in my brain that refuses to die.
I have had sex with not one, not two, but allthreeof my ex’s brothers in the span of one night, and while things have cooled down a little bit, I still can’t keep my hands to myself.
I find myself stealing kisses, getting whisked away into corners… The other day, Dane and I spent the entire afternoon during Lyla’s lap making out with our hands in each other’s pants like we were damn teenagers.
And the nights? After dinner? I’m barely into my pajamas before someone’s found me and is hell-bent on satisfying me. I’ve never had this much sex in my life but I can’t say it isn’t…enjoyable.
Though I am starting to feel a little sore in certain places.
But the stupid thought that persists, that will not relent, is that I have not been as careful as I should. I have yet to get my pill situation sorted out, and the other night, while it may have been the hottest night of my life by far, I got too swept up. I should have been better, should have been more careful. I know very well at this point, with the amount of sex I’ve had with my—boyfriends? Is that what they are?—I could very well be on my way to baby number two.
I said I didn’t want another baby. Not this soon, but…
My sane brain takes a siesta when Dane starts begging, or when Tripp wants to play “How many times can I make Mia come during the span of this movie?”
The answer is four, by the way.