“You taste so sweet, baby,” he murmured against my flesh.
I moaned, my body on fire. “Please, Brad. Please.”
“Please what, baby?”
“Please… I need…”
“What do you need, baby?”
“You. You inside me.”
“Yeah. I need that too.” He kept his voice soft and low. “But I’m going to make you come first. I’m going to make you come and come, and then when your pussy is throbbing and you’re in the middle of your umpteenth orgasm, I’m going to shove my cock in you and feel you throb around me.”
God. My parents across the hall. My baby in the next room. Everything. Everything I should be thinking about instead of this.
But the thoughts were fleeting.
I was all in. All in for this lovemaking fest. I’d stay quiet. I had to, but—
“God!” I cried out when he forced two fingers inside me.
I clamped down, the climax whirling through me at light speed. My nipples were still dribbling, but I no longer cared. Sheets could be changed. Clothes could be washed.
But this orgasm. This orgasm was special. So special. For the first time since long before Jonah was born, Brad and I were truly making love like we meant it.
Savoring each other’s bodies, enjoying each other, being playful and dirty, reveling in the moment.
“I told you,” he said, his voice still low and soft. “I’m going to make you come and come and come.”
My God, I couldn’t take it. I couldn’t stay quiet. I just couldn’t. I—
“Brad! My God!”
I rose to the peak again, and my whole body shattered from my head to my toes, like rays shooting outward and then inward once more, landing right where Brad was still licking me.
Then a baby’s cry.
My body froze. The orgasm fled, all traces gone.
I was in mother mode. My breasts let down again.
“Brad.”
Still, he worked between my legs.
“Brad. The baby. Jonah.”
He lifted his head, his chin wet with my juices. “What?”
“The baby’s crying. Don’t you hear him?”
He cocked his head. “Yeah. Yeah.”
I scrambled up and back into my pajamas as quickly as I could. “My top is wet.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault. I’ll put a T-shirt on. I’ve got to get to him.”
“He’s all right, Daphne. He’ll be okay for a minute while you pull yourself together.”
I stopped listening, opened the door, and ran out of the room and into the other.
My mother stood in my room, the baby in her arms.
Embarrassment flooded through me. I hadn’t exactly been quiet.
“Hey, Mom.”
“He’s okay. Just a little out of place. He probably woke up and didn’t know where he was.”
“He usually sleeps through the night. Well, at least six hours.”
She kissed his forehead. “He’ll be okay. I can rock him for a while if you’d like.”
“No. I’ll take care of him.” I took Jonah from her and had a hard time meeting her gaze. “I was just…”
“No need to explain, honey.”
“But I—”
“You were doing what married people do. Or what they’re supposed to do, anyway.”
My cheeks warmed. What married people do. Obviously. We had a baby to prove it. Still, I was in my parents’ house. In their guest room, letting my husband go down on me—
Wait. What they’re supposed to do, anyway.
What did my mother mean by that? Did she and my father not have sex?
Man. Something I’d never given a second thought. It wasn’t something kids ever thought about their parents.
“Mom?” I said hesitantly.
“It’s nothing.”
“Is everything…okay between you and Dad?”
“Yes. Well, no. But yes.”
I opened my shirt, and Jonah latched on to my nipple. Topping him off usually got him back to sleep when he woke up at night.
“I have no idea what that means,” I said.
“Ever since… Well, you know. He thinks I’m too fragile or something.”
Had I been transported to another planet? I wasn’t really talking to my mom about her sex life. I couldn’t be.
Brad walked in the room then, dressed in a T-shirt and jeans, his feet bare. “Everything okay?”
“He’s fine,” I said.
I was both ecstatic for the interruption and also disappointed. Talking about my parents’ sex life was uncomfortable, to say the least, but if something was bothering my mother, I wanted to help.
“I guess I’ll get back to bed,” my mother said. “Good night.”
“Good night, Lucy,” Brad said. “I’m sorry the baby woke you.”
“He didn’t. I wasn’t sleeping.” She left the room, closing the door.
God. She hadn’t been sleeping. Which meant she’d heard all the noises, every time I’d shouted Brad’s name.
What the heck had I been thinking, having sex twenty feet from my parents’ bedroom?
It’s what married people do. Or what they’re supposed to do, anyway.
As freaked as I was that my mother had heard our lovemaking, her comment bothered me more.
“You need to level with me,” I said to Brad. “What’s going on with my father?”
“It’s the middle of the night, Daphne.”
“So? We’re both awake.”
“We’re driving home tomorrow. I need to get a good night’s sleep.”