Page 85 of Stowaway Whirlwind
Still holding Lily off the ground with his arms around her waist as Wyatt marches behind them toward my house, William yells, “Baby red is my pumpkin, not yours!”
“Oh fuck,” I say, locking eyes with Wyatt over their heads. “Still think we have nothing to worry about?”
Epilogue
Goldie - 5 years later
My heart beats fast as I turn over on my side, facing Davis asleep on his back. I lightly trace his torso and arms, bringing to mind all the new tattoos Davis has added over the years—marigolds, calla lilies, and the fruit of a rowan tree.
I know he intentionally left a few more areas of skin untouched. He didn’t have to tell me why. He had looked at me from the padded chair at the tattoo shop while the artist was shading in the final hyacinth flower for our youngest daughter, born five months after Rowan’s first birthday, and I just knew—they’re reserved for our future children.
Except, no one and nothing—not even Teagan, despite her best efforts—could have prepared me for just how hard it is to go from having two children to three.Good lord, I swore up and down for years that I wasthree-and-done. And for all those years, Davis was certain I would change my mind. He refused to move the empty crib out of our room and into the garage—or, better yet, sell it since we wouldn’t need it. Of course, the day after I finally convinced him to do so was the day I realized…
Trying not to jostle the bed, I get up to lock the bedroom door. I push my panties down and pull my shirt off, thencarefully climb back on the mattress and peel back the comforter past Davis’s thighs.
So very slowly, I sit up on my knees and swing one leg over his hips so that I’m straddling him while he snores softly, one arm thrown up over his head. I’m already wet, and so when I tug at the waistband of his plaid pajama pants to expose his cock, I’m able to slide my pussy along the underside of his shaft with ease until he’s hard.
I bite my lip, watching Davis’s face, giddy when he doesn’t stir. I lift my bottom, adjust my position as I hold his cock in place, then work the length of his shaft inside me. As soon as I’m fully seated, I clench my inner walls around him, loving how full I am. Loving the knowledge that soon I’ll be full of his baby again.
I ride him slowly, my hands braced on either side of him instead of on his chest. It’s too much fun playing with him like this, seeing how close I can get him to cumming before he wakes up. I get closer than all the others this time, his cock twitching and swelling with his impending release, but then a moan slips through my lips before I can bite it back.
Davis jerks awake with a grunt and grips my thighs. “Fuck me, baby, I love waking up inside you.” I moan again when he finds my clit in the dark with his thumb and starts massaging it in circles as he lets me keep hold of the reins, choosing how fast or slow we go as I swivel my hips and bounce.
“Daddy,” I breathe out, working up a sweat as pressure builds in my core.
“Come here, baby.” Davis slides his hands up to my ribs to lower my upper half. My tits swing in his face, and even in the dark, I see him lick his lips before he takes my left nipple into his hot mouth. I may no longer have milk, but that hasn’t lessened my husband’s obsession with my breasts. But soon…
The combined sensation of his mouth around my nipple and the change of angle makes me shiver with pleasure. “Daddy, I’m close.”
“You need more?”
When I nod, he switches to suckling my right breast, slides his hands down to hold my hips in place, then fucks up into me. When he drops his head back so he can draw in a ragged breath, I push my face into the crook of his neck to muffle my moans as he grows more aggressive, pounding up into me harder until I’m screaming out my ecstasy against his skin.
I smile, tightening my inner muscles when he cums and roars my name. I stay in position long after his cock has gone soft instead of rushing to the bathroom to clean up in case anyone wakes up in the middle of the night and wants to come into our room for snuggles.
Davis senses my need for this prolonged intimacy, so he wraps an arm around my back to hug me closer and kisses my temple while slipping his fingers into my loose hair at the nape of my neck. I stroke the side of his face, lightly dragging my nails through the scruff on his cheeks and jaw on my downward strokes.
“Sage, Daisy, Dahlia, Rose,” I whisper in his ear, pausing between each word. “Cypress, Elwood, Ash.”
“Is that some kind of shopping list?”
My giggle is breathy, my core pulsing around Davis’s cock. “No. They’re potential baby names. I’m leaning toward Dahlia for a girl and Ash for a boy.”
Davis goes very still. “And why are we discussing baby names?”
I push up slightly so I can kiss him before whispering against his lips, “I threw out my birth control pills this morning.”
I let out a surprised squeak when Davis flips our positions, rolls me onto my stomach, yanks my hips up, and then thrustsinto me from behind with his renewed erection. He pins my shoulders to the mattress with his chest and nips my earlobe. “Yes to Dahlia, but I vote for Cypress if it’s a boy,” he says with a husky voice, every other word punctuated with a deep, hard thrust.
With his hand snaking under me to massage my sensitive clit, it doesn’t take long for either of us to climax. Davis rolls us over onto our sides to catch our breaths, leaving his cock plugged inside me so that his cum won’t leak. He palms my lower belly, holding me tenderly after pulling the comforter up to our shoulders.
“I ought to spank you for being so sneaky, baby.”
“But you won’t,” I say with a slow grin, his body heat and possessive, protective hold lulling me to sleep.
My husband buries his face in my hair. “I won’t. I wanted to find and throw your pills out every single day since Hyacinth was born, and you know it.”
“I’m genuinely shocked you were able to control yourself.”
