Inked Babies (Inked Brotherhood 6)

“Our evening together.”

I glance down at the baby who’s stilled, looking up at me with big brown eyes, her little mouth still wrapped around my nipple. “And the kids?”

“Don’t you worry about the midgets. Ash and Audrey will stay and babysit.”

My brows are rising to my hairline. “And where are we going?”

He winks. “Wait and see. Tonight I’m gonna give you a preview.”

“Preview of what?”

“O

ur honeymoon.”

A hot blush rises to my cheeks even as I snicker. “Tyler…”

“You know that with marriage come certain expectations, right?”

“Like what?” I’m laughing now, and Isa gurgles at me, releasing my nipple to see why my body’s shaking like this.

“Like sex.”

“Ty, we have two kids together.”

“And your point is?” He braces one muscular arm on the doorjamb, biceps bulging, and I lose my train of thought.

Yeah, what was my point?

“Sex,” I whisper uncertainly.

“That’s right.” He drops his arm and sends me one last heated look before he turns around and walks away.

Oh God, it’s really happening.

I have a date with the daddy of my babies and soon to be husband, and I’m nervous, and excited, but above all nervous because, God, how will I ever look sexy in my milk-stained nursing bra?

And that’s the least of my worries. I really need to pump a lot of milk out of these boobs to avoid any spilling accidents, I need to pack all of Isa’s things and give the guys instructions about when to feed her and how often she wakes up and…. where is Tyler taking me?

Excitement is finally winning out.

***

“Did you find out what was the wrong with Zane?” I ask Tyler as we head out, glancing one last time over my shoulder, torn between giddy joy, guilt over leaving my babies alone—even if it is with their uncle and aunt and cousin—and worry that something will happen to them those few stolen hours I will be far from them. “Is he okay?”

Tyler doesn’t reply immediately, sliding his hand to the small of my back as we go down the stairs.

“Audrey said Dakota was kind of depressed,” I go on, distracted by the heat of his hand as it slips around my hips, hauling me against him as we reach the landing. “Do you think it has something to do—?”

“I’m gonna do something damn selfish,” he rumbles, stopping and turning so that we’re facing each other, so that every inch of my body is pressed to his very hard, very muscular body.

Did I mention hard? Because he is. Very hard where he’s pressed to me.

“Yeah?” I finally breathe. Was I supposed to answer something? Can’t remember. My hot boyfriend is looking down at me, desire in his gaze, dark stubble on his cheeks and that jaw that could cut glass, and all I can think of is how and where he’s going to fuck me.

“Yeah. I don’t wanna talk. Don’t wanna fucking worry, not tonight. Tonight…” He dips his head, brushes his hot mouth over mine and I struggle to follow his voice as he continues. “Tonight I need some time for you and me. I wanna kiss you, lick you, eat you out, make you come. I wanna feel your lips around my cock, then your pussy, clenching, milking me. I wanna come inside you. I love our kids, fucking love them, but I missed you. Let me show you how much.”

I’m on fire, and we haven’t even left the building yet. “God, I missed you, too,” I whisper, trembling, my nervousness and fear gone in the tide of want. “Show me.”