The Yeah, Baby Series

“Then you’d better get to it before I change my mind.”

“Oh, beautiful,” he sighed, trailing kisses along my jaw until his lips were against my ear. “Now that I’ve got you back in my arms, there isn’t a chance in hell I’d let you change your mind about u

s. You’re mine, and I’ll do whatever it takes to remind you of it every damn day.”

He went about doing exactly as he’d promised, stripping us out of our clothes quickly and efficiently. Once I was naked beneath him, his hand went to my throat and circled it. My pulse leapt beneath his palm before he moved it farther down my body, sweeping over my breasts and pausing while his fingers toyed with my nipples. While I writhed beneath him, his hand slid along my rib cage, down to my belly, and finally dipped lower to slide against my wet folds.

His burning green gaze never left mine. Not once. He let me see every ounce of passion he felt for me. The possessiveness and how much he’d missed touching me. It all shone from his eyes and cracked the wall I’d built around my heart during his absence. I was a trembling mass of need when he rose to his knees and circled his cock with his fist. My eyes locked on his hard length, going wide when I spotted two silver balls, one on each side of his cockhead.

“Holy crap! You got your dick pierced?”

“Fuck yeah, I did,” he groaned. “And it hurt like a bitch, but sinking inside you is going to make the pain worth it.”

“But why?” I asked, bewildered by what possibly could have motivated him to get a piercing like this while he’d been on an undercover mission.

He heaved a deep sigh. “There’s a lot of shit I’ve had to do in the past to make sure I didn’t raise any suspicions while undercover. A guy like me, celibate for a whole year? I had to make it believable. An ampallang piercing, which wasn’t healing well, is something none of the guys were going to question too closely because no man wants to think about pain in his cock.”

I was blown away by his answer. As crazy as it sounded, it was probably the most romantic gesture I’d ever experienced. “You got your dick pierced just so you could avoid other women while you were gone?”

“Yeah, and it’s been a damn long year without any relief except for what my hand could give me,” he growled. “You gonna make me wait some more or are you ready for me, beautiful?”

I nodded, feeling as though I’d always been ready for him—as if I’d been made for him. But I didn’t say yes out loud because I was afraid of what else would spill past my lips if I tried to speak. Although I was more than ready for him to make love to me, I wasn’t quite there when it came to sharing what was inside my heart.

Our legs were tangled together, his hips snugly cradled against mine. With the broad tip of his cock nudging my entrance, he lifted my legs and wrapped them around his hips. My heels dug into his ass cheeks as I arched my back and tried to buck my hips upward to make him slide into me.

He caught my hands and raised them above my head, threading his fingers through mine as he pinned them against the mattress. And then finally, his hips thrust forward and he filled me.

“Holy fuck, you feel even better than you did a year ago,” he groaned. With those two little silver balls gliding against me with each thrust of his dick, I could only moan in agreement.

He moved slowly at first, his gaze burning into mine as he worshipped my body with his. It was the most intimate moment of my life, his body moving slowly over mine while I stared into his eyes. It was so damn beautiful I almost didn’t want to break the spell. But with the tension building in my body, I wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer.

My hips moved to meet his, building the friction between us. My fingers tightened against him as I tried to fight the pleasure, to make it last longer.

“I’m so close,” I gasped out.

“Give it to me,” he growled. “Come for me, beautiful.”

He leaned forward and captured my lips. The combination of his raspy words and the new angle of his cock as it sank into me sent lightning streaking through my body. With my pussy pulsing around his cock, he slammed into me deep and hard until he orgasmed with me, emptying himself inside me.

I lay under him a long time, wrapped around his warm body and enjoying being close to him again. When he rolled, taking me with him so I was on top, I felt our combined come slide from my body.

“Crap,” I groaned, dropping my head onto his shoulder. “You forgot to use a condom. Not that it did us much good last time around, since I still managed to get pregnant with Carter.”

“I didn’t wear one, but it wasn’t because I forgot,” he corrected me with a smirk. “I can’t fucking wait to see your belly round with another of my babies, and this time around I’m going to be with you every step of the way.”

Was he saying what I thought he was saying? Because it sounded an awful lot like he… No, I couldn’t handle this yet. Squeezing my eyes shut, I slowed my breathing and let my body relax against his. This was Weston’s first day back in my life—our lives—and I needed more than an hour to adjust to my new reality, whatever it was.

5

Weston

Aspen didn’t react to my comment and I let it go for the moment, content to quietly hold her in my arms. It felt fucking amazing to have her naked body plastered against mine. I could feel her heartbeat on my chest, still pounding from our spent passion.

My hands roamed over her soft skin, everywhere they could reach, and her little sigh of pleasure had my semi-hard cock stirring to life. She lifted her head and stared at me with eyebrows raised in question.

I grinned and slightly bucked my hips. “He’s been deprived of your pussy for a year, sweetheart. You can’t blame him for being greedy.”

She giggled, and fuck if that sound didn’t make my dick come to full attention. The humor on her face faded, replaced by heat and need. I gripped her hips and lifted her enough so I could line up with her sex and pull her down as I drove up into her. As the metal piercing dragged along her walls, our shared moans meshed like perfect harmony.

“Ride me, beautiful. Fuck me hard,” I panted. Beads of sweat dotted my skin from the effort I was making to let her be in charge. It was one way I could show her that she was still in control of her life. But, my bruising grip on her hips also indicated that it only went so far. When it came to us, there was no other option but to accept it. I wasn’t going to let her go ever again.

Her brown eyes were hazy with lust and her smile almost broke me. Then she began to move, and I forgot all about everything but the feel of her pussy wrapped around my cock. She rocked back and forth, swiveling her hips in experimentation, trying to gauge what felt the best. I had no opinion on the matter, it all felt fucking amazing to me.

I unlocked my hands from her hips and glided them up to cup her generous tits. She cried out when I pinched her nipples and her movements sped up, becoming more frantic. Her walls began to pulse around me and I knew she was getting close.

My patience was tapped and I needed to take charge. Returning my hands to her sides, my fingers dug in hard, probably leaving bruises as I guided her until she was sliding up and down my cock, her tits bouncing, and her head thrown back in ecstasy. I’d never seen anything more beautiful.

“Look at you,” I whispered. “So fucking gorgeous. Seeing you like this. Feeling your tight little pussy holding me in. Fuck! Harder, Aspen! Yeah, baby, just like that! Fuck, yeah!”

I flipped her over and drove back in, changing the angle so my piercing hit that special spot inside, driving her fucking wild. A tingling began at the base of my spine, I wasn’t going to last much longer. The fingers of one hand journeyed to her clit and I pinched it, setting her off. She screamed my name, and I couldn’t stop the orgasm from ripping through me. I thrust in and buried myself deep in her pussy, releasing my come into her womb with high hopes that it would take root.

The world eventually stopped spinning and our heart rates slowed to a normal pace. Staying inside her, I rolled to my back and folded her securely into my arms. She sighed and nuzzled her nose into my chest.

After a few minutes, her breathing evened out and I gently rolled us to the side so I could watch her sleep. She looked as magnificent as ever, but I frowned at the faint purple smudges around her eyes. She had to have been e

xhausted, raising a newborn all on her own. The thought sparked the simmering anger I’d practically forgotten about, building the rage once again. I needed to find out who was responsible for this bullshit. I was going to destroy the motherfucker.

I used two fingers to brush some of her hair off her forehead, then slowly ran them down to the ends of the golden strands. I would have loved to stay there all day, to take care of Carter and let her rest. But, I had shit to do if I wanted to get everything settled and I’d be back in a few hours. I wasn’t going to spend another night without her, or miss putting my son to bed. I’d already lost too much time with them. Whether Aspen was ready or not, I was moving in that evening until I found us a house.

I brushed a kiss along her cheekbone, then carefully slipped out of the bed to avoid waking her. Gathering my clothes, I dressed quickly and checked the baby monitor to make sure she’d hear Carter when he woke. I spotted a tiny desk shoved into a corner of the small, “master” bedroom. I shook my head as I headed toward it. Whatever house we ended up in, our room would be large enough for a spacious bed, big enough to accommodate . . . energetic activities.

I found a pad of paper and a pen, quickly scrawled a note telling her I had some things to take care of and would be back soon. My hand hesitated at the end, unsure of how I should sign it. I glanced back at the sleeping goddess—the woman I loved, and decided not to hold back. I wasn’t playing any games.

Love, W.

I folded the note in half and laid it on the pillow, then tenderly kissed her once more before dragging myself out of the room and away from her.

I looked in on Carter, tempted to forget my errands and stay there, staring at my precious boy. It was still hard to wrap my head around the fact that Aspen and I had produced this perfect little bundle. Using a single finger, I traced his forehead, his cheeks, and his little button nose. “I’ll be back, buddy. Don’t forget my promise,” I whispered.