Hollywood Prince (Hollywood Royalty 3)

“Go put her down, Carter,” she demands me, but I don’t move. I just watch my wife. “She already has the habit of falling asleep on your chest every night.” I shrug and gently turn my girl around and place her on my chest. I walk to the bed and place her in the little crib we have in the room. She moves her hands when I put her down. I place my hand on her chest, and she falls back asleep.

When my mother-in-law comes in, she goes straight for Annabella. I’m about to tell her not to wake her, but she lets out a little whimper. My girl doesn’t like anyone over either as she fusses. “Go get dressed.” She shoos me away while she and Ryan sit on the couch and cradle their granddaughter.

I walk back into the room and see that Erin is by herself now. She still has her robe on over her shoulders. “Is Mom here?” she asks, and I walk to her and untie the robe and slowly open it, seeing that she is naked under. “We don’t have time for this.” She pushes my hands away, but I can’t help it. She was perfect before, but after having Annabella, her body is more perfect. Is it possible? I didn’t think so, and she hates it that her hips are rounder and her breasts are fuller, but she’s just that much more of a knockout. I thought once we were parents, the sex would slow down, but it’s been the opposite for both of us. “The car is picking us up in thirty minutes, and you haven’t showered yet.” My hand comes up to cup her breast, rolling her nipple. “Carter.”

“I can be fast,” I tell her, dropping my shorts and letting my cock out. “Five minutes.” I turn her around, putting her back to the vanity counter.

“I just did my makeup,” she whispers. I kiss her neck. “The door isn’t closed.” Her eyes close while I open her legs and move her closer to the edge, having her ass almost hanging off.

“I locked our door,” I tell her, grabbing my cock in one hand and rubbing it down and then slowly pushing in. Fuck, she’s always ready. She went on the pill as soon as she gave birth to Annabella, and I’m trying to prove that it’s not as effective by getting her pregnant. I mean, if she can get pregnant with us using condoms, then she can with the pill. She moans, and I have to cover her mouth to keep her parents from hearing us. “Shh,” I tell her, not stopping from fucking her as fast as I can. Her legs wrap around my hips, and she gets wetter, her pussy tightening, and I know she’s almost there. We’ve mastered making it happen in less than three minutes with a newborn.

“I’m going to come,” she says breathlessly, her back arching, and she comes quietly with her eyes on me. As soon as I know she’s done, I plant myself all the way in her and come. I don’t move and neither does she. “That has to be a record,” she says now, kissing the underneath of my jaw. “Two minutes.”

“Can we not point that out?” I say, slipping out of her and spinning to turn the shower on. “Ever?”

She throws her head back and laughs, then gets up to clean herself. “I’m going to get dressed and go down and feed your daughter,” she says, and I nod as she walks into the walk-in closet to get dressed. Twenty minutes later, I’m walking down the stairs, and I head to the family room. “There he is,” Erin says, and I look at her with my daughter in her arms. “The car is here, and I just finished feeding her.” She turns and hands Annabella to her mother, and I look back and see Ryan coming out of the bathroom in his own suit. I turn around when I hear heels clicking on the floor. She is wearing a one-shoulder black dress that hugs all her curves, coming to her mid-thigh and then it is sheer until her knees.

“The sooner we leave, the sooner we get back,” I tell them and grab my wife’s hand and walk out the door. We get into the car, and when we get to the red carpet, Ryan gets out first, and then slowly, she gets out. When I get out, the fans go wild. “I’ll be right back,” I tell her, and she nods, holding her clutch in her hand. I walk across the street to sign some autographs and take some pictures. When I walk back over, I see that Erin is talking to Tyler, and he smiles at her.

“Don’t you have your own wife to talk to?” I joke with him, and he just smiles.