Be My Hero (Forbidden Men 3)

"Ah, fuck. You feel so good. So hot and wet. I want to taste this." She strained against me, her eyes squeezed shut as she threw her head back and grasped my shoulders hard.

"O…okay."

I grinned. Well, okay, then.

Eva whimpered as I lowered myself. She moaned her pleasure when I licked her, soaking my tongue with a heavenly musky flavor. My fingers continued to pump the tight warm hollow as my tongue massaged her clit, my mouth watering for more.

"Oh . . . oh . . . " She was already so close. Her arousal vibrated through me and her fragrant excitement amped me up. I wanted to bury myself deep inside that wet heat. But I wanted to feel her release against my mouth first.

"Come for me, Eva," I commanded just before I bit her sensitive little nub and pushed two fingers deep. She went crazy, pulling my hair from the roots and squeezing her thighs around my ears as she cried out a strong orgasm. I relished every second and groaned with defeat when two little voices woke from the crib.

"Damn it." I buried my face into Eva's stomach while she came down from her high. "We're moving that crib into the other room tomorrow."

Under me she laughed. How she could always laugh at a time like this, I'll never know. There was absolutely nothing amusing about blue balls.

"Promises, promises," she said as she squirmed out from under me to see to the kids.

I grumpily sat up and crossed my arms over my chest. She brought Julian to me because she claimed he was dry. After I took him, and she busied herself with changing Skylar's diaper, I held my son up so that we were facing eye to eye. "We need to have words, young man. You can't keep doing this. Waking up before Daddy gets his boom-boom is just not cool."

"Boom-boom?" Eva asked, her eyes twinkling as she brought Skylar to bed with us.

I shrugged. "Well, what do you want me to call it?"

"Actually, I would prefer that you not talk about sex with him at all."

"Hey, he needs to have that talk someday."

She snorted out a laugh and started to feed Skylar, which destroyed how much my body had just calmed down. My dick came right back to life. I couldn't stop staring at her luscious huge breasts on display. I might've even whimpered a little. But damn, this was so unfair.

Eva caught my crazy-eyed, desperate stare, and pity filled her gaze.

"Are you okay?"

"Hmm?" I gave her a drunk little grin as I openly kept watching. "I'm amazing," I said. "I just had the best snack of my life. Why?"

She rolled her eyes, but slid her gaze to the hard bulge still protruding from my jeans. "You didn't get anything from it, though."

I snorted. "The hell if I didn't. That was fucking awesome." I reached out and stroked Skylar's hair. "I don't think I have any condoms anyway, so . . . " I shrugged and grinned at her before giving my attention to Fighter while he tried to grab ahold of the tattoo on my chest.

"I could still do something for you," she offered, which yeah, spiked my pecker's interest immediately. "After they go back to sleep . . . "

I kissed Fighter's hair, not caring so much what happened to me. Making Eva come had been worth the pair of blue balls that followed.

"Maybe," I told her.

I actually meant to wait up and collect on what she'd offered, but I ended up falling asleep before she was finished with the babies. I stirred when Eva ran her fingers through my hair and kissed my cheek, but I only had enough energy to pull her into my arms and press her back into my chest as I mumbled, "Sleep."

We had the rest of our lives to finish what we'd started. With an annulment on the horizon and Julian's adoption to start, it was a life I looked forward to.

Chapter 23

PICK

I had to work late at Forbidden for the rest of the week. Any free time I saw Eva, she was either passed out asleep or had her hands full of kids.

But whenever our gazes met across the room, the sparks arcing between us grew almost toxic. She'd smile and bite her lip and tuck her hair behind her ear before glancing away with a heated flush. Then I'd chuckle at her obvious anticipation of the next time we could be alone together, and I'd have to bite the inside of my mouth to hold in my own groan of anticipation.

The next free evening I didn't have to work was Friday. Call me presumptuous or too hopeful for my own good, but Thursday night I stocked the drawer of my nightstand after stopping by a convenience store on the way home from Forbidden.