Kat

Six weeks after delivering Noah, the doctor finally gave me his approval to have sex. Waiting this long to be with Dean again has felt like an eternity. A small part of me is nervous, despite having done this before. Still, it has been almost eight months since Dean and I were together. It’s even more bizarre to think that we only had sex a few times and now we have a child together.

Hours ago, Dean left the apartment for a team meeting, with every intention to spend tonight in bed with me. So, where the hell is he? I called several times and left him messages, all of which have gone unanswered. He even ignored my text messages, which is strange.

We moved past our anger toward each other weeks ago. Dean has changed so much since Noah was born, yet he bails on me the night we have plans. I rocked Noah to sleep over an hour ago, and now he’s taking one his many newborn naps. He never sleeps for more than a few hours, making it impossible to close my eyes for a minute, before I’m dragging my ass down the hall to feed him.

When I hear a loud bang at the front door, I jump up from the couch. Dean comes stumbling into the living room, tripping over his feet.

“Hey, Kitten,” he slurs, coming toward me. “Sorry, I’m late.”

“You smell like a brewery, Dean. Where have you been?”

He kisses me on the cheek, slowly making his way down to my neck. “I went out with Shane and Liam. They had a happy hour special at McFadden’s.”

“I wanted you sober. Tonight was supposed to be special, Dean.” I push him away from me. “You are so stupid.”

“I was nervous, okay?” He clutches my waist. “I needed some liquid courage.”

“Courage for what? To have sex with me?”

He nods. “Yeah, I didn’t want to fuck this up. The more I thought about it, the more nervous I got.”

“Well, you are doing a damn good job at fucking things up. So, there goes that brilliant idea.”

“I’m sorry, Kitten.” He threads his fingers between mine and drags me toward the kitchen. “Have a drink with me.”

I could use a beer or two to take the edge off.

He opens the fridge and flips the tops on two beers, handing one to me. I tip the bottle to his and take a sip. Dean steps forward to pin me against the counter with his body, staring at me beneath his dark brows. Reaching behind me, he sets his beer on the counter and does the same with mine.

“Are you sure you’re all healed? I don’t want to hurt you,” he says, pushing my hair behind my ears.

“Yeah, we’re good to go. Maybe take it easy on me the first time just in case.”

“And here I thought I would get that hate fuck you still owe me.” He says the words with a wicked smirk that hardens my nipples.

“You can fuck me all right,” I whisper against his lips, “as long as you break me in at first.”

Dean moves his hands up to my hair, and with a strong grip, he pulls me toward him. His soft lips graze along mine. “I love you, Kitten,” he breathes.

“I love you, too. We have about an hour or two before Noah gets up again.”

“Less talking and more fucking,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows at me. I love when he does that. It’s so damn cute, reminding of the early days of our relationship.

I hook my arms around his neck and lean into him, parting his lips with my tongue. He releases his grip on my hair and grabs my ass with both hands. His erection digs into my thigh. Greedy and hungry for Dean, I push up his shirt and run my palm over his muscular stomach, exploring every contour with my fingers. We take turns removing each other’s shirts, eventually making our way to our pants.

I’ve worn yoga pants every day since I left the hospital, making it easy for Dean to push them over my hips and down my legs. I step out of them and kick the pants to the side, fumbling with the button on his jeans.

He groans when I slip my hand into his boxers and take his length in my hand. Massaging his smooth skin between my fingers, I stroke his shaft and watch as he sucks in a deep breath. After wanting to do this for months, I crouch down in front of Dean and stick out my tongue to glide it over his sensitive skin.

Staring down at me, Dean grips my hair in his hands and watches me as I take him in my mouth. With each flick of my tongue, he moans. My juices threaten to spill down my leg from the pleasure I get from making Dean come.

Dean helps me up to my feet and grips me by the hips, lifting me up to lower me onto the kitchen counter. He removes the rest of his clothes before he leans forward to graze his lips along mine. My body shuts down, as Dean takes my bottom lip in his mouth and sucks on it.

He’s so rough and aggressive, yet soft and tender. Every moment that has led up to this one was worth it. Our bodies meld together, with our love fusing as one. As our tongues tangle together, I get lost in the moment and the pure pleasure that comes from being with Dean.

I never want his hands to leave my body or his tongue to stop doing whatever he does to make every nerve ending come alive at once. With each kiss, our relationship strengthens. Our bond grows stronger. The animalistic passion we both crave consumes us, taking our love to new heights.

As Dean slides his hands up my thighs, heat rushes over my body in waves. Our lips separate long enough for him to dip his head down to suck on my nipple, gently tugging it with his teeth. He palms my breasts in his hands, taking his turn with each one.

With my nipple between his teeth, Dean peeks up at me, eventually kissing his way back up to my lips. He stares at me with so much hunger that his blue eyes command authority over me. Spreading my legs wider, Dean grips my thighs and lowers himself between them.

He leaves a trail of kisses as he makes his way to my throbbing core. Like the rest of him, Dean’s tongue has the power to own my body. And he does. My man knows how to send me over the edge, ripping the screams from my body in the process.

“Dean,” I moan and rock my hips against his mouth, as I take a chunk of his dark hair between my fingers.

He stops long enough to glance up at me and say, “That’s it, Kitten. Come for me.”

My entire body comes alive, set ablaze with each flick of Dean’s tongue. It’s not long before I find my release, repeatedly whispering his name in the process. He gives me all of two seconds to open my eyes and try to recoup before he lifts me up from the counter and throws me over his shoulder, as I weigh nothing.

He smacks my ass on his way to the bedroom, careful not to make too much noise. With Noah in his bedroom, we should have enough time before he wakes up for his next feeding. I hope.

Dean lowers me onto the mattress, crawls between my legs, and positions himself at my entrance. He rubs his cock along my folds, forcing a soft moan from my mouth. Trying his best not to hurt me, Dean slides inside me, inching his way a little at a time. But he’s long and thick, which takes a while for me to get used to after so long of a wait.

After I adjust to his size, the pain lessens, each thrust quickly turning to pleasure. He leans forward and places his elbows on both sides of my head and kisses my neck, before making his way to my lips. As Dean picks up the pace, he kisses me just as hard. My body relaxes, and I lose myself with Dean, eventually working in a rhythmic motion along with his body. My body convulses, the grip I have on him tightening, as a ripple of pleasure rocks through me.

It’s hard to believe that I lasted eight months without this. Dean takes me to new heights every time we are together, each time better than the last. Eventually, our moans become one, both of us losing control, as we find our release.

He collapses on top of me and kisses me on the lips, before rolling onto his side of the mattress. Dean tugs at my arm to pull me onto his chest. I curl up into the nook between his arm and shoulder and rest my head on his chest.

“You need to show me how much you love me every night,” I choke out. “I almost forgot how good we are together.”

He flashes one of his sexy smirks. “I would be happy to give you another reminder.”

Out of breath, I mutter, “And this time, don’t go easy on me.”

He laughs. “I’m not even close to done with you. I could have ten more babies with you, Kitten.”

“I don’t think I could handle ten more of Noah.”

He cocks an eyebrow at me. “Really? I thought we could make our own hockey team.”

“Get out of here.” I tap him on the arm, laughing. “If you want that many kids, you can try pushing them out.”

“For all you know, another baby is growing inside you right now.”

“You’re an amazing father, Dean. Our children are lucky to have you.”

“I always knew you would be a good mom. You took care of the twins and me all through college.”

I laugh. “I guess I was like the unofficial house mother to you idiots. Someone had to keep your asses in check.”

“I still need you to keep me on track.” He squeezes me tight against him. “You make me a better man, Kitten.”

“We make a good team,” I confess.

He nods, rubbing his chin against my head. Then, he takes my hand and wraps it around his growing erection.

I peek up at him with a smile on my lips. “Does this mean you want to make another baby right now?”

“I want it all with you, Kitten.”

His words are like music to my ears. After waiting months for Dean to forgive me, Noah has brought us back together. Dean is still my best friend, except now he’s the father of my son and the love of my life.