Page 14 of Breaking the Rules
Full brag, I’m kind of the expert on all that pleasures Becca. I am her husband, after all.
Soon, laughter has replaced the tears, and Becca is wrapping her arms around my neck to kiss me sweetly on the lips. With her nails running through my hair, she sucks on my lower lip before opening her hot, insistent mouth to my tongue.
I spin her against the counter, pressing her ass into the marble and nudging my knee between her legs. I’m about to lift her up when she pulls back with a wet pop of our lips.
“Wait, what about a babysitter?”
“Your mom is staying with the kids for the whole week.”
“Seriously? When is she getting here?”
I glance at the clock overhead. “Any minute.”
Becca yelps when I duck my head down to nibble on her neck. “Owen! I have to put the vibrator away before my mom sees it!”
Now, there’s a sentence I never thought I’d hear ...
I growl into her ear, closing my eyes to truly savor the moment. “Becca Parrish, you are fulfilling all of my high-school fantasies, and you don’t even know it.”
She giggles at that, squealing when I slide my hands down her waist and around her ass, lifting her easily onto the counter to press against her with my now raging hard-on. Heat radiates from between her legs, and her eyes darken at the feel of my cock straining against my joggers.
Immediately, we’re locked in another breathless kiss, tangled up like we’re teenagers. I caress her breasts gently, remembering how tender they must be, and then it hits me.
Oh fuck.
“What’s wrong?” Becca asks when I pull away, those big blue eyes wide with confusion.
I sigh, smoothing wild strands of her hair back from her face. “I forgot that you’re still nursing.”
She blinks. “Oh yeah.”
I plant my hands on the counter, dropping my head to her shoulder in defeat. Some “good dad” I am. I planned an entire getaway trip for my wife and didn’t consider the fact that her boobs have to stay in the general proximity of our twins.
I guess we won’t be far. We could try to come back for meal times. But with how often the twins eat, it might be safer to reschedule. Should we try to bring them with us? Then Bishop will feel left out and we’d have to bring the whole family, which entirely defeats the purpose of agetaway.
A soft hand brushes my jaw, lifting my face.
“I have to wean them anyway,” she says soothingly. “I’ve already started bottling breast milk. There’s gotta be at least four days’ worth in the freezer. I can pump some more before we leave, and that’ll give us another half day. The timing is honestly kind of perfect.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
With that, she surges forward, capturing my lips in another searing kiss. I rake my fingers through her hair, grasping a handful at the back of her head and pulling just hard enough to elicit a moan.
I drag long, hot kisses down her neck and over her collarbones, only stopping to say, “I’m sorry, Becs. I’m sorry for—”
Becca lifts my face once again, this time to give me the stern look she’s mastered as a mother of three, soon to be four. “Hey. I love you, Owen Parrish. Now shut up and kiss me.”
And I do.
8
BECCA
Five months later
“Three ... two ... one ...”
