“Morning, Rissa,” he says with a smile as he wipes my wetness on the inside of my thigh. I reach for him. Silently asking him to come up to where I am. I attack his mouth, kissing him. Not having a care in the world that I’m tasting myself on his lips.
We break apart and I respond, “That was the best way to wake up. One that I could get used to.”
“I’ll take that into consideration then.” I feel his hard length snug up against my core. He stops gliding his cock between the lips of my pussy to say, “We haven’t talked about birth control. Do I need to pull out again?”
“I’m not on any birth control, but the chances of me getting pregnant while nursing are slim, from what I’ve read,” I say.
“It’s your body, baby. I don’t want to take that away from you. I loved you pregnant with Elijah and it wouldn’t bother me one bit if you do get pregnant again,” he says, in a clear voice. As if he’s not putting me on the edge of another orgasm.
“I want you inside me, bare, and if it happens. Then, it was meant to be,” I get out before he slides inside of me.
“Love you, baby,” he grunts.
“And I love you, Jake,” I say as we make love until our bodies are dripping with sweat and we both come together.
We no sooner finish, and Eli is up, squirming, “He must be ready to eat,” Jake says.
“It is morning time. Do you want to feed him or me?” I ask. I want Jake to always feel like he can bottle feed Eli if he wants. Sure, breastfeeding is easier, but he needs time with Elijah, too.
“Nah, I’ll lay in bed with you guys though while you nurse,” he gets up and handles Eli while I clean up in the bathroom. I throw a nightgown on, one that’s easy to open for nursing and climb back in bed with them.
Jake already has Eli changed and he’s occupying him until I’m ready. I pile the pillows high and lay back as he places him in my arms. When I look down, I see there’s something on Elijah’s finger. It’s shiny and my eyes are already misting.
“Want you to be my wife. No, I need you to be my wife. I want you tied to me, for now and always,” Jake tells me.
“I want that too, so much, Jake. So damn much,” I blubber out.
“Thank fucking God,” Jake blurts out and we both look down at Elijah. He’s in his own cocoon. Latched on and his eyes are drowsy.
“I want three more children, Jake,” I whisper out. His eyes never leave Eli’s.
“I guess we better start practicing then,” he says with a smirk.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Jake
It’s been two weeks since I put a diamond on Larissa’s finger, and it’s been balls to the walls crazy. Between packing, moving, buying new furniture, and handling the day to day office work, I’m exhausted. Mom and Mack stepped in and helped with Eli when Rissa got the painters started on the new house and even oversaw the outside landscaping and exterior painting projects I wanted done.
She has a keen eye on how to make a home feel warm and welcoming. I figure within the next year or so, we’ll start working on the backyard. Rome wasn’t built in a day and I want to be more hands-on when it comes to that area.
Our next step though, one that I’ve been planning secretly with mom, I think is going to knock it out of the park. My last thing on the to do list is to call Declan and let him know when and where to be with Kendall.
Larissa was apprehensive at first to meet them, with her running off and so forth, but once she saw them and how it wasn’t even a blip on their radar, she and Kendall became fast friends and now they both go out once a week to either shop or get coffee together.
“Declan speaking,” he answers.
“Like you don’t know who’s calling you. It’s modern technology with caller ID. You’re showing your age,” I tell him trying to contain my chuckle.
“What the fuck ever. What’s up?” he questions. I go to respond when I hear Kendall yell out, “Declan, watch your mouth!”
“Yeah, Declan watch your mouth,” I mimic.
I go back to my computer when he starts murmuring to Kendall and block out anything I may not want to hear.
“I’m back. Jesus, that woman is going to give me a run for my money,” his voice has exasperation in it.
“Can’t keep up with her anymore?”
“Just you wait. Larissa will get you there if she hasn’t already,” he grunts.
“Speaking of, do you two have plans this weekend? I have something up my sleeve, but the way our two women talk, you’ll have to keep your trap shut too,” I tell him.