Noah

Nick turns darkened green eyes towards me. “This place has plenty of rooms. Knock yourself out,” he gives a wicked grin.

“Just waiting to make my move. Not easy with Bean, being one of the party organizers,” I sigh.

“Yes, I can understand. I’ve been biding my own time. I’m waiting for the right people to take the triplets from Sephora’s arms. Do yourself a favor, have one at a time,” Nick teases.

I clap him on the shoulder. “I’ve seen you with each one of them. I don’t think you would trade a single one,” I remind him.

“You’re right. Damn,” Nick groans, when Sephora stands, bending to pick up a baby blanket. “Although, waiting six weeks to get my hands on my wife had me second guessing all of that.”

I roar with laughter, as I watch the tight look cross his face. He looks like a starving man. Nick pulls at the neck of his dress shirt, causing more laughter to spill from my lips.

“You laugh at me now. You’ll see. It’s been a week and I still haven’t had my fill,” Nick grumbles.

“Well, looks like we both just hit the jackpot,” I nod at Cass, Faith, and Heather each taking a baby.

I’d trust the three with my life. Nick’s little ones will be in good hands. Sephora starts in the direction of the bathrooms. I spot Rebecca doing the same.

“Good luck,” Nick tosses over his shoulder, already in motion.

I chuckle and head in the same direction. Nick catches Sephora, before she even makes it to the hallway for the restroom. Rebecca is a little further ahead. I pick up the pace, wrapping my arms around her waist just as she reaches the bathroom door.

“Your throne awaits,” I whisper in her ear.

I feel her entire body shiver against me. I tug her back further into my front, letting her feel my hard cock bursting through my pants. Rebecca feels so good in my arms. I nuzzle her neck needing to feel her warmth.

“Noah, I’m trying to go to the restroom,” she giggles.

“I’m not trying to stop you. Just here to lead you in a different direction,” I purr.

“Seriously, I need to get back,” she gasps out, as I flick my tongue against her neck.

“So we should hurry up,” I reply, shoving her in the direction I need.

The bedrooms are on the second floor. We’ve been here before. Nick owns the place. He offered the place up, when Wyatt mentioned needing a place for Nellie’s baby shower. Leave it to one of my brothers to welcome his little girl into the world like she’s a little princess. This place is like a palace.

Once on the second level, I quickly push Rebecca into one of the rooms, locking the door behind me. I point out the en suite bathroom, folding my arms across my chest, as I wait for her to finish inside. She doesn’t take long, but I’m still impatient.

When Bean steps out of the bathroom, I can see that her brows are wrinkled in thought. I groan internally, I know that face. It means my plans have just changed. I close the distance between us, pinching her chin to lift it.

“What’s wrong?” I asks, when her eyes focus on me.

“Do you get the sense something is off with Brax tonight. He’s not being himself,” she replies, chewing on her lip.

I grunt. I noticed. For once, Braxton hasn’t been up Heather’s butt taunting her. Now that I think of it, Heather hasn’t looked herself tonight either. Something is going on with the two of them.

I wish they’d stop thinking everyone’s dense. We play along, well most of us play along. I do believe Toby is about the only one that hasn’t figured it out. All the rest of my brothers know better. I’m quite sure Mom and Dad know. Hell, Uncle Rob has even caught on. He knows there’s something else going on, with Brax and Heather.

“Haven’t I told you before, not to try to figure out crazy,” I say, hoping to pull her thoughts from my brother.

“Yeah, I know,” she takes a pause, her brows wrinkling. “But this isn’t the usual crazy Brax. Something else is going on. I see something darker in his eyes tonight.”

I throw my head back and blow out a breath. This cannot be happening right now. I didn’t bring her up here to talk about my little brother, but now that she’s started the conversation, I have to agree with her.

Images of Brax’s face through the evening float through my head. That dark scowl has been in place, since he arrived. I’m used to a cocky grin being plastered to that kid’s face.

Shit.

I hear a loud moan coming from one of the other rooms. I frown, I came up here to hear the same sounds coming from my woman. I guess Nick got a bit luckier than I did.

“Maybe you can talk to him after the party winds down,” Rebecca looks up at me pleadingly.

I dip to kiss her lips. Her concern for my younger brother makes me want her even more. I don’t think I could be with a woman that didn’t love all of me. My family is a big part of me. Another reason I should’ve known a long time ago that Rebecca has always been the one for me.

“I’ll talk to him,” I promise.

“Good,” she purrs, running her hands up my chest.

The wicked grin on her lips renews my hope. She said to talk to Brax after the party, not now. I have something else I’d like to talk about, at the moment.

I back over to the bed, tugging her slim waist along with me. More moans greet my ears, mixed with the cheers of my family and friends downstairs. There’s a good turnout for Nellie and Wyatt.

Suddenly, my thoughts go to Rebecca and I having a baby shower for our own little one. Getting to share a moment like this with our family would just make my life complete. I can see her in her wedding gown, or the day her belly swells big enough for me to palm the round globe.

The need to rush this goes out of the window. You rush things, when you believe they don’t belong to you. I know in my heart Rebecca will always be mine. I’ve already thought about proposing, possibly when we return from Ireland after Toby’s wedding.

I envy my two brothers that have already claimed their brides. My heart expands. It fills with the love I have for Rebecca, as those cinnamon colored eyes tell me how much she loves and desires me.

Greedy for her taste, I spin her in her heels, bringing her back to face me. Placing a hand just beneath the hem of her dress, I gently touch her thigh. My fingers slide up her skin, as light as a feather, teasing and exploring.

She looks over her shoulder at me, her full lips, those eyes pleading with me. Heather does me the favor of pulling her dress over her head. I grin, knowing she doesn’t want to return to the party in a wrinkled dress.

I take it from her fingertips, gently lay it on the bed beside me. Turning my attention back to her, I let my eyes roam over her body. I murmur to myself about her beauty. I still can’t believe that Bean is mine.

I reach my right arm between her legs, searching for the front of the waistband of her panties. Leaning forward, I take a bite of her cute little ass. I continue with a trail of kisses, moving to her hip. My hand slowly peels the panties down her hips to her mid-thigh.

I can already smell her arousal. I lick and bite my way back across her ass to her crack. Using my free hand, I tilt her forward at the waist, causing her to open to my view.

“Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” I groan.

“Noah,” she pants.

“Shh, I’ve got you.”

With the hand that’s between her thighs, I reach for her folds, finding them wet and dripping for me. I close my eyes and rock my head like I’m an R&B singer about to serenade this pussy with sweet music, humming a song of my own.

I’m going to eat the shit out of this kitty. I bend for my first taste. It’s so good my other hand grasps her waist to keep her from moving. I need all of this.

I flatten my tongue against her, scooping it into her swollen lips. Humming into her core, I eat it up like my life depends on it. I don’t even remember wrapping my wrist into her hair, or gently tugging her head back. Using her hair and my hand on her waist, I guide her hips to ride my face.

“Noah,” she cries out loudly.

Releasing her hair, I reach around her for her bundle of nerves. My thumb circles her nub, as I devour her. I pull back to stare at the glorious sight before me. Her legs are trembling in her heels. Her hands are grasping at mine that haven’t left her body.

Pressing my thumb to her button, I slip two fingers inside her warm pussy. Unable to watch much longer, I return my mouth to bringing her more pleasure. Tapping at her spot, I bring her to the peak and over the edge.

With a satisfied grin on my lips, I pluck her from her feet and lean back on the bed. I bring her little tight body over my face, going for round two. I mentally remind myself that she can’t sit on my face all night, but I also relish in the fact that she will have the throne for the rest of her life. One day,—one day soon,—if I can help it, that’s going to be our party going on downstairs.

* * *

Nicholas

Knowing that only months ago, I watched her deliver my children makes me desire her even more. I have to restrain myself from taken her a third time. Licking my lips, I ease her legs from my shoulders and lift to my feet.

“Don’t move,” I command, as the wall holds her up.

She gives me a pointed look that tells me she couldn’t even if she wanted to. I grin, leaning to peck her lips. I move to the bathroom for a towel to clean us both up. When I return, her eyes are closed and her head is thrown back against the wall.

I stop for just a moment to take in the view. My fingers curl into the damp towel, when I think for the millionth time about how close I came to almost losing her. Sephora is everything my life was missing and so much more.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she laughs, when her eyes slowly open, taking me in.

“I’m always in awe of you,” I reply, moving towards her.

I make quick work of cleaning her up and fixing her clothes. I toss the rag on the bed, clasping her hand in mine. I lift her fingers to my lips, sucking one into my mouth.

Sephora smiles up at me, with a beaming smile. I wink at her, then start out of the room. I’m sure everyone is wondering where we disappeared to. As if just remembering our children, Sephora’s face shifts to panic.

“What kind of mother am I?” she cries, tugging me to move faster.

“They’re fine. They’re with family here,” I reassure her.

“Nick,” she growls.

My point is proven, when we re-enter the party to find Cassy Black with our two girls on her chest. Heather still has our son tucked safely in her hold. The adoring look on her face, causing me to take a closer look at her.

Something has changed about Heather. She was different in New York, during our college years. I don’t know what it is about her, but I always used to think that she would’ve benefited from our ventures into the life. Wyatt would always insist it wasn’t for her. I never pushed, I just always sensed she needed to gain some control of her own.

Nevertheless, she looks good. Maybe a little distracted during this evening, but good. The way she’s looking at my son, you would think she were considering a child of her own.

“Nick,” Sephora says, distractedly, pulling my attention to her.

I look to see her staring off outside the patio doors. I see the shadow of a figure out there. It takes a few seconds to place it as Braxton Black.

“I just want to go see if he’s okay,” Sephora says, with a plea in her voice. “Please, Nick, he’s my friend.”

My lips thin, but I nod my head. I don’t think I have anything to worry about with Braxton. It’s Ryan that I’m going to strangle one of these days.

“Don’t be long,” I say, kissing her cheek.

“I’ll be right back. Give Cass a break from the girls,” Sephora smiles.

I nod, swatting her ass, when she turns to head outside. I watch, as she moves beyond the doors. I turn to look at where my children are soaking up attention and on their best behavior.

Yes, I’m a very lucky man.