Garcia

Kimber has been asleep for two hours and Grayson is rooting around trying unsuccessfully to find some boob on my chest. He’s getting pissed. I’ve held him off as long as I can. I hate to wake her for a multitude of reasons. First and foremost, she needs the sleep. Second, I don’t want to talk about my family. I don’t like lying but this time the benefit outweighs the risk of being caught. Third on my list, is telling her about my visit from Caleb today. I might dread number three the most.

I can hear India in the kitchen cleaning so I take my red faced angry son up to his mother. His grunts and squawks have woken Kimber and she is sitting up with her back against the headboard when I arrive.

“I’m sorry, I tried but I’m missing some integral parts.”

She smiles and piles her hair up into a messy bun to keep it out of the way when she nurses. “It’s okay, I feel great. I’m surprised he lasted as long as he did.”

He’s getting revved up to give us his best feed me now scream when I pass him off to her just in time. He nuzzles into her and quiets after a few seconds. I’ve learned that if you let him get too mad he can’t get settled down enough to concentrate on eating. I also know that he likes to have his arms swaddled when he has his diaper changed and he prefers warm wipes to chilly room temperature ones.

I sit down on the bed and watch. She’s so beautiful, and smart and sweet. I don’t know how a joker like me hooked such a perfect woman. There aren’t very many left out there anymore, I know, I sampled about a million looking for the perfect combination.

The day I saw her on the beach in California with my best friend’s girlfriend, I knew right away she was going to be mine. Her eyes held a certain tenderness and innocence that I couldn’t resist.

She was five months pregnant but she wasn’t wearing a wedding ring so I took a chance and asked her out. She made damn good and sure I knew she was pregnant and not just round in the middle before she accepted but she accepted and that’s all I cared about.

“You’re quiet, what are you thinking about?”

“The day I met you on the beach.”

She chuckles, “Yeah? What brought that to your mind?”

“Thinking how lucky I am to have you.”

“Aw, you’re sweet, come sit next to me.”

I reposition and snuggle in next to them stretching my arm out along the headboard behind her. Her neck is bare and inviting. I can’t resist leaning in to kiss her behind her ear on the spot that sends shivers up her spine.

Her shiver is followed by a moan and I kiss a trail along her neck and delicate jawline until I’ve reached her mouth. Her perfect, pouty pink lips part for me and I steal her breath with a deep, long sensual kiss.

I’ve gotten pretty damn good at kissing the past few weeks. Not that I wasn’t an excellent kisser before but something about not having a finish line to cross has caused me to slow down and enjoy it more.

“Julián… Julián, I need to switch sides.” It takes me a second to pull myself from the magical fog of her kiss before I understand what she’s telling me.

“I should let you feed him, I’m going to change my clothes.” She arches her right eyebrow, it’s her tell. She doesn’t agree but she’s not going to stop me, she knows it’s the right thing to do.

Before Grayson I loved this tell, it meant a night, or day, full of exploring every inch of her silky skin and making her come again and again. Now I have to be strong for both of us and pump the breaks.

I slide off the bed and start toward our en-suite bathroom and she switches Grayson to her other side.

“No, don’t go in there. Undress here where I can watch.”

I turn around and unbutton my shirt slowly watching her take me in like a hungry animal. I shed my shirt and pull my undershirt off over my head by the back of my collar. I flex my bicep and wink and she laughs.

“You’re pretty hot, Garcia.”

“You’re not so bad yourself there, sexy mama.”

“I don’t feel so sexy with a baby attached to my breast.”

“Oh, you have no idea how sexy being a mother has made you.”

Her brows knit together and she cocks her head with disbelief. “No way, this?” she says waving her free hand over Grayson and her round plump breast.

“Yes, that. You’re at least two cup sizes bigger since you had him.”

“You like them this big? I sorta feel like a porn star or a stripper.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“Well, neither are very motherly for starters.”

“Porn stars and strippers have kids.”

She closes her eyes and shakes her head. “How do our conversations always end up so far from where they began?”

“We’re good conversationalists?”

She laughs, “Continue with my show, please.”

“Now who’s the stripper?” I unbuckle my belt and lower my zipper and she holds up her hand.

“Stop, go ahead and finish in the bathroom, I changed my mind. I shouldn’t have thoughts like this with the baby in the room.”

“You used to have sex with me when he was inside of you. I’d say he was in the room then.” I try to reason with her but she’s not having it.

“That’s different, I hadn’t seen his face yet and that sounds so bad now that he’s on the outside, why is that?”

“I don’t know, it doesn’t sound bad to me. Must be a mommy thing.” I step into the bathroom making sure to leave the door open wide so she can watch me if she changes her mind.

I’m hard as stone after kissing her for so long and my cock is standing tall and proud like a good Marine. I turn to face the bedroom and her hungry eyes are drawn to it like a magnet.

“I’m going to shower and take care of this. Your mom’s downstairs cleaning the kitchen, you should go eat when you’re finished feeding him. She saved you some of that quiche stuff she made.”

Her mouth pops open but nothing comes out. I smile and close the door. I turn on the water and chuckle when I hear a pillow hit the other side of the door.

Only three more weeks.