TWO MONTHS LATER
“I love your bath. I don’t think I ever want to leave,” I sigh, leaning my weight into Thomas behind me.
“Glad you like it,” he murmurs, his hands continuing their exploration of my body, wherever he can reach.
Suffice to say, life has been rather good since Thomas and I sealed the deal that night two months ago. One, I got over myself and my insecurities about Thomas and the reasons why he was with us, and two, things between Thomas and I have been nothing short of perfection. I get those belly whooshes on a daily basis when he’s around and I’ve loved being able to share Brody’s milestones with him.
I have that family unit I wanted for Brody. The one I’d imagined creating with Thomas months ago when he ensconced himself in our lives.
And right now, I’m in the middle of very enjoyable adult time with Thomas in his claw-footed tub.
“Lean forward,” he whispers in my ear. I quiver at the feel of his breath against the damp skin of my neck.
Doing as asked, I move so my boobs are almost touching my knees, conveniently moving my ass up against his hard cock. That thought is waylaid when a soft loofah slowly glides across my shoulder blades and down my spine.
What pleases me more is the wandering hand sliding up my side and curling around my breast.
He brushes his lips against the curve of my neck. “I told you baths are fun.”
“Are you okay with going to dinner at Sean and Sam’s next week?” I ask, arching my back into him.
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I just wanted to check with you, that’s all. It’s what couples do.”
He wraps his arm around my shoulders and tilts my face so I’m looking straight at him. “I like that,” he says with a bright smile.
Tilting my head, I scrunch my nose. “You like what?”
“Us doing normal, everyday couple things.”
I giggle and lean back into him, smiling to myself when he starts washing me again, this time paying particular attention to my highly sensitive—and very inviting—body parts.
“You do know that we’ve been doing lots of everyday normal couple things for quite a while now. In fact, you were doing my laundry and bringing me food before the concept of us as a couple was even a possibility.”
“Don’t think for one second that we were ever not a possibility, sweetness.”
Needing more contact, more everything from Thomas, I roll over, sloshing water all over the bathroom floor but not giving one shit about it in that moment.
I rest my forearms on his chest and look up, not missing the way his eyes heat as they scan the unadulterated view he’s now getting of my ass peeking out of the water. “Who would’ve thought you’d be so organized to arrange a ‘bath’ date.”
“An adult bath date with you . . . naked . . .”
“And wet . . .”
“That too.”
“And even arranging a portable crib for Brody. You’re quite the problem solver aren’t you? A date with a baby in the bath minus the baby.”
“Babies don’t get adult bath time. That’s a special treat for sexy MILFs. We’re just lucky he’s still happy having naps.”
I tilt my head. “You often have MILFs in your bath?”
He drops his head back and laughs before returning his amused gaze to me. “Nope, you’re definitely the first.”
“I wouldn’t say I’m a MILF though, more a MIAF.” His brows furrow and he looks adorably puzzled.
His lips slowly morph into a wicked grin. “A mom I’m about to fuck?”
“Let’s see, shall we?” I rise up and kiss him, delving my tongue between his parted lips as his hands run down to my ass, his fingers biting into my skin.
I begin to rock my hips against his, jolts of pleasure scoring through me with every slide and glide.
“Fuck,” he groans as I push myself so my breasts are right there in his line of sight. Wrapping his big hand beneath one, he drops his head forward, dragging his lips across the sensitive skin before circling my pert nipple with the tip of his tongue.
“I think . . . I’m gonna love . . . adult bath time . . .” I whimper as he sets out to drive me wild and send me soaring. He runs his fingers down my body before delving between my legs and stroking his thumb over my clit in dizzying circles while easing two fingers inside of me.
With trembling legs, I feel my climax advancing like a category five hurricane. “Thomas . . .” I moan, unable to verbalize anything else other than moans and whimpers. His hand cups my jaw and he crushes his lips against mine, swallowing my cries as I fall over the edge, my hips thrusting against his hand as he makes sure I ride the wave right to the end.
Not nearly satisfied, I move up to straddle him, his hands gripping my hips and holding me in place as I roll my hips along the length of his cock, earning a gratifying growl in return.
I run my hands over his chest, following them with my body until my breasts are pressing against him and my mouth is within licking distance of his neck.
“Now it’s your turn,” I whisper before nipping his jaw.
“No . . . condom,” he stutters, his fingers biting into my skin as he grips my ass, urging me to continue rocking against him. Water splashes over and around us and if I had the ability to think of anything else other than getting him inside me, I’d probably worry about flooding his bathroom floor. Scratch that, nothing could get me to care whether water gets everywhere. I’m tunnel-visioned right now with one mission; blow his mind as much as he just blew mine.
I cup his face with my hands and bring my lips down to rest against his. “Am I your last, Thomas?”
“Fuck yeah you are,” he growls.
“And would you ever give me anything other than you?”
“Never.”
“Then we don’t need condoms because I’m on birth control.” I lift my head and look him dead in the eye. “And I trust you.”
“Jesus,” he curses before he sits up, wraps an arm around my waist taking my hips with him. His spare hand reaches between us, giving a delicious stroke of my clit on the way past before he grips the base of his cock, positions himself, then drives me down just as he thrusts up, both of us groaning in complete and utter bliss before I set out to ride him like a prized bull.
At last count, we share five orgasms in that bath—four of mine to Thomas’s one—leaving me with a goofy grin on my face when he finally lets me succumb to exhaustion flat on my face on his bed.
It’s Sunday night and we’re standing at the door of Sean and Sam’s two level monstrosity of a house in North Center. I remember when Sean first showed me the listing two years ago and despite being here many times since, I still can’t get over the beauty of it.
There are five bedrooms, a wall of floor to ceiling windows lining the living area of the house, beautiful mahogany wide plank floors and granite countertops in what must be the most state-of-the-art kitchen I’ve ever seen. It screams class, it screams elegance, but most importantly, there’s no mistaking that this is a family home.
A family home with three rather rambunctious kids that I love almost as much as Brody.
Having pressed the doorbell, we’re met a minute later by Sean and Sam’s seven-year-old daughter Megan.
She stands there staring at us, not saying a word as she moves her eyes from me to Thomas, before glaring at him as she looks him down from head to toe.
“Hey, Megan,” I say cheerfully, confused by her reaction. “Can we come in? We’re here to have dinner with you guys.”
“Why’s Thomas here?” she asks, hands on her hips in the perfect haughty woman pose—a pint-sized one.
“He’s my boyfriend now, Megan.” She tilts her head and narrows her eyes on where Thomas’s fingers are entwined with mine.
“I thought Uncle Ryan was your boyfriend?”
I stop breathing. Yep. That’s me, killed by shock from a seven-year-old’s need to know everything—or ability to know far more than she should.
I go to open my mouth to say some something—okay anything—when I’m saved by Sam.
“Megan, are you going to let them in or interrogate them at the door?” she calls out, her voice thankfully getting closer with every word.
I sneak a side glance at Thomas who seems confused with Megan’s announcement going by his bunched brow.
“Why are you with my Aunt Amy?” she looks him up and down again. “And my Brody. He’s mine, not yours. You can’t have him.”
Looks like someone had a side of sass with her Wheaties this morning.
“Should we come inside so you can play with Brody?” I ask, really hoping the guard dog seven-year-old will stand down and let us in.
“Megan, stop the doorstep interrogation and let our guests in. You don’t want Brody to get cold, do you?”
“Thomas is holding my Brody. Can he stay outside?”
“Megan Helen Miller, you better step aside now,” Sam says, turning the corner and coming into view.
“She can’t stick me in jail because I’m only seven. I looked it up and mommies can’t arrest their own daughters,” Megan whispers. She’s definitely way too clever for her own good.
Sam taps her daughter on her shoulder, the little girl’s eyes growing wide as it hits her that her mom just heard everything she said. Sam bends down so her mouth is by Megan’s ear. “I’m thinking you should go see what your brother is doing in your room since the last thing I saw was your favorite stuffed animal getting dragged along the floor.”
With a frustrated girly squeak, Megan turns on her heels and quickly runs out of sight as Sam stands up straight and steps to the side. “Please excuse my daughter, she has good intentions however they seem to come out with a healthy dose of diva attitude at the moment,” she says with a laugh.
“She’s definitely strong-willed,” Thomas adds.
“Wonder where she gets that from,” Sean says, coming up behind his wife, their youngest daughter Alex on his hip. So different from that alpha vibe he gives off at the club, that’s for sure.
Can you imagine the nerves I felt the day I turned up for my job interview with him and I’m met by this tall, ridiculously handsome, and commandingly-persuasive man? Don’t get me wrong, when it comes to selling myself, I’ve never lacked self-confidence. But in the face of Sean Miller with his piercing blue eyes that I swore could see straight through me, I was shaking in my knee-high boots.
Thankfully for me—and for him if I must say so myself—I got the job, and the rest, as they say, is history. Now, we’re more than just employee and boss. He’s family, and Sam and the kids are too.
“Your daughter is going to give you guys a run for your money in the next ten years,” Thomas says, closing the front door behind us as we finally make it inside.
“What do you mean? She’s been keeping us on our toes since the moment she could talk,” Sam replies with a laugh. “Don’t you remember the crop incident?”
Sean chuckles from in front of us as he leads us into the living area, where Megan is wrestling a toy from her brother TJ’s little hands.
“Mee-han,” little Alex says, wriggling in Sean’s arms until he lets her go. The minute her feet hit the ground she’s off to join the scrummage with her siblings.
I smile as I watch them, imagining what life would be like with three kids. Picturing what any children Thomas and I might have could look like. What was once a pipe dream is now more probable than possible as our relationship seems to become more and more permanent as every day passes.
“Should we leave Brody to sleep?” the man in question asks from beside me, knocking me from my thoughts.
I look down at my peacefully sleeping son, calculating the likelihood of him going down for the night later. “We should probably wake him. If I nurse him now, he can have some tummy time and he should be good to go when we leave.”
“Sounds like a plan, sweetness.” He leans in to kiss my lips and rub his nose against the side of mine before turning to Sam. “Do you mind if I change him in the living room? I’m just going to get him up.”
“Not a problem. I’ll go grab you a towel.”
I watch this whole scene play out and honestly wonder how I got so lucky. Good friends and family, an awesome son, an amazing boyfriend, and I realize that for the first time in a long time I’m truly happy.
“Penny for your thoughts?” Sean asks from the kitchen. I make my way over to him and take a seat at the boat-sized kitchen island.
He watches me like I’m an animal rarely seen in the wild and the longer he does it, the more disconcerted I become.
“What?”
“I like you like this.”
“Like what?” I tilt my head and narrow my eyes at him.
“Content. Comfortable. Just . . . you.”
“Now what does that mean?” I ask as I hear happy Brody squeals from the other side of the monstrosity that is Sean’s house.
Sean puts his hand on the counter and leans forward, pinning me in place with his ‘now listen here’ stare. “Amy, it means that I’m happy that you’re happy. I’m over the fucking moon. You deserve everything you’ve got right now and more.”
I shake my head at him, knowing that he’s slipped into the big brother role he plays oh so well.
He looks over my shoulder as Thomas and Sam’s voices get closer. “Can we talk later?” he asks, dropping his voice to a low whisper.
“About . . . ?” I raise a brow, confused as to why he’s being secretive.
“Just make sure we talk before you leave tonight.” Alrighty then.
“Okay . . .” I lean toward him, whispering back, “why are we whispering?”
He shakes his head and scowls, trying his ‘I mean business’ look on me even though he knows it never works.
Standing up straight, he grins at Sam as she rounds the island and slides her arm around his waist. “At least my nasty dom looks work on you.”
“Or I let you think they work on me.”
Sean’s head jerks back as he regards his wife, his brows almost hitting his hairline. “I think we’ll test this theory out later.” Sam blushes—freaking blushes—her ice queen cop persona nowhere to be seen.
Thomas wraps his arms around me and I lean back into him.
“How’s Brody?”
“He’s good. I changed his diaper and he’s lying under a play gym Sam set up for him.”
“Helps that our kids think he’s a new toy to play with,” Sean adds, his grin growing when Thomas’s arms tighten around me as I start to get up.
“I just want to—”
“He’s fine, Amz. Relax,” Thomas says in my ear, his warm breath sending a delicious tremble down to my happily serviced but now-in-need-of-more-attention lady parts.
“Dinner should be ready in about fifteen minutes if that’s okay,” Sam announces. “That’ll give you guys enough time to wrangle the kids and get them up to the table.” By the time she’s finished, she’s looking up at her smirking husband, the smart bastard not missing the instruction.
“You’re lucky I love you,” Sean murmurs, dipping his head to kiss his wife’s mouth. “We’ve been told, Thomas. Maybe this will give you practice for when you guys have your own herd of kids.”
Thomas kisses my temple, giving me a chance to hide my reaction to the kid comment while taking another hit of his swoon-inducing aftershave. Whatever it is, I want to bathe in it and spray it in every corner of my house so I can forever remain in a Thomas fog.
When I told him that earlier tonight when he emerged from my bathroom, he shook his head at me like I was a loon and chuckled as he dropped his towel and shucked his pants on.
Of course, I wasn’t laughing at Thomas walking around my bed naked as the day he was born, my mind was focused on something else entirely; a something that obviously he knew I was looking at and he decided to put on a show for me, a command performance in fact.
“You look happy,” Sam says from the stove top where she’s stirring something delicious smelling in a pot.
“That’s because I am.”
“Has Ryan called you?” she asks, never being one to beat around the bush. Turning to face me, her eyes are now soft, but inquisitive.
Ryan is Sean’s brother. Also, the former bar manager at Throb who I had the drunken late night romp with approximately sixteen months ago, resulting in my gorgeous Brody.
“I wasn’t expecting him to. He made himself pretty clear when I told him I was pregnant, then again when he walked away, never to be seen or heard from again.”
“He’s in town again. He turned up on our doorstep a few days ago.”
Well, fuck.
“Is he . . .”
“Yes, he’s sober and going to GA and AA meetings. He’s got a sponsor too. He says he’s been sober for twelve months now.”
“That’s good, Sam. But you’ll have to forgive me if I’m not rushing out for balloons and streamers to celebrate his return.” I take a deep breath, trying to relieve the tension in my shoulders that has my head feeling like it’s in a vise.
“I know, Amz, and Sean knows that too. But Ryan asked about you and about the baby, and I think he wants to talk to you.”
My body jerks back like I’ve been hit, the stool I’m sitting on scraping back against the tiles as I get to my feet.
“Oh no. Hell no.”
“Amy . . .”
“No, Sam. He doesn’t get to run away from responsibility for something we both did, then try and walk back in almost sixteen months later.”
“I’m not sure he’s—”
“I mean, Brody’s six months old for Christ’s sake. Where was Ryan when his son was born? Where was he when Brody was sick at two months old?” I heave in a breath, needing more oxygen before I continue my tirade. “My son doesn’t need another father figure, especially not a biological parent who didn’t stand up when he should’ve. He’s got Thomas. He’s the only dad he needs.” My voice is a near shout at this stage and just my luck, it’s the exact moment that Sean emerges from the hallway followed by three smiling and laughing children, with Thomas and Brody coming up in the rear.
The expression on both of the men’s faces morphs into concern when they see my face, my eyes feeling like they’re going to pop out of my head from the pressure of it all.
“Amz?” Thomas asks, coming straight to me. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing,” I say, letting out the breath I didn’t know I was holding.
“Considering I’ve only heard you speak like that one other time and that was when you were trying to end things with me because you thought you were a pity screw, I know for a fact that you’re lying to me right now.”
I burrow my face in his chest, blinking rapidly to stop the tears from coming when his strong arms pull me in close.
It’s not that I’m sad, it’s that I’m so freaking mad I’m close to losing it.
My life is so good right now, why would I want anything—or anyone—to come in and fuck with my perfectly balanced scales.
I feel a tiny fist grab a clump of hair and I turn my head to be met with the curious blue eyes of Brody. That’s all I get to see though as he soon dives right on in, giving me a slobbery attempt at a cheek kiss that actually gets my nose. I snort as Thomas pulls back just a little and meets my eyes.
“You know I’m going to make you tell me, right?”
I sigh and nod. “Yeah, but let’s enjoy tonight. I’m hungry and dinner smells amazing.”
“I need to know you’re okay, sweetness.” His eyes are so soft, his concern obvious.
“I’m okay,” I whisper just as my head is tugged sideways by my hair thanks to my son. “And I think this little guy wants his dinner too.”
Moving back, Thomas hands Brody over to me, watching me closely as he does it.
I look over at Sean who is leaning against the wall with his arms and ankles crossed, his piercing gaze pinned on me.
I quirk a brow at him, a silent challenge for him to bring up the subject of his brother again. He yields first—a very rare occurrence indeed—and gives a quick jerk of his head. I shoot a knowing smirk his way which earns a twitch of his lips.
Work wife—one, alpha dom boss—zero. Now I’ve just gotta deal with Thomas later and I’ll be two and oh for the night.