Standing There (Love in the Park 1)
“Casey, watch your language,” Mom scolds her.
“Shit, the bacon,” Roman yells, running into the kitchen.
“Lindsay, you look wonderful this morning,” Dad says, smiling at me.
“Smooth, but I know I look like crap. What’s that?”
“We figured he’d try and cook. We couldn’t let him do that to you, my dear,” Mom says, handing me a large container of food.
“Thank you.”
“Let’s move into the family room before we all get sick from that smell.” Dad pushes us forward. “All these years and he still hasn’t learned.”
“But he tries,” I say, falling in love with Roman every day.
Epilogue
Roman
A Year Plus
There’s not enough security for us. What the fuck do they mean we’re having twin girls? I had to check the damn sonogram like ten times. Seriously, I want a little girl just like my wife, but I’m not ready for two of them. They’re going to be just as beautiful and that unnerves me. I need to call my dad because he had three girls after me. I’m almost there and this is only our second pregnancy. Our son Harrison is a year old now, but since he’s a boy, I don’t have as much to worry about until his hormones kick in. With Lindsay’s past experiences, the thought of someone coming after my girls like that would send me apoplectic. I’ll rip a fuckers head off.
“Are you still looking at the picture?” She comes into my study with my baby boy sleeping on her chest. I take my little man from her, then she scoops up the images we got from the doctor’s visit.
“Everything is going to be okay, Roman. They’re going to have the best daddy who is going to look out for them at every turn. I’m sure they’ll have more guards than your sister or I ever had.”
“I know you’re right, but that doesn’t mean I’m not panicking.”
“You’re going to end up spoiling them rotten. That is one thing I’m sure of. Now, how about we go and lay him down and I take care of my insane husband.”
I cock my brow up at her with a smirk. “Mm, I like that. What do you have in mind?”
“I could think of a thing or two.” I walk quickly to the door, hoping not to wake Harry because today he’d pick the day to be a light sleeper. I get him into his crib and take my wife’s hand. She leads me to our bedroom with her little dress on that sways with every step hypnotizing me. I don’t know what she has in mind, but anything will do. I couldn’t get inside of her since yesterday morning because she had her doctor’s appointment and didn’t want the doctor to be able to tell that I fucked her pussy rough and raw like always. She turns around, pulls my shirt over my head, then shoves me onto the bed. Her tiny hands pull on the button to my jeans, then slowly rubs my cock which is pressed brutally against my zipper.
She moans, running her hands and her mouth down my stomach, kissing me until she reaches the waistband of my boxers. I lift my hips and gladly help her free my cock from the damn clothes. She pushes them down to the floor and I kick them off. Kneeling beside the bed, she takes my cock into her mouth, sucking down as deep as she can, stroking the rest in with left hand. She knows how much I love seeing the rings I placed there when she touches my dick. Her head bobs up and down, but I can’t take much more. As much as I want to come down her throat or on her perfect tits, I need to feel her warmth wrapped around me. Pulling her off my cock, I lift her onto the bed, putting her on all fours and tossing her dress up over her ass. She’s wearing a pair of tiny red panties, tempting me like a bull to tear them off.
I shred them in one tug, and thrust on home, fucking my wife with everything I got until we both come. And just in time too, the baby monitor is blaring with a screaming little guy.
“Lucky,” I grunt out. “You lay down. I’ll get our little man.”
I hop out of bed, slipping on my pants and go get my son. “Oh I see how it is.” He’s no longer crying, instead he’s playing with his feet. I try not to laugh because I swear as soon as he hears his mama scream out, he starts crying. I think he’s learning early to protect her. “For now, I’ve got this. Mama is safe, but I’m telling you son, it’s the girls you’re going to have to help me with. I have a feeling they’re going to be a handful.”