Freya

Hank and Birdie’s laughter and their little girls’ giggles followed me as I headed up the stairs in search of my husband.

It was our turn for Sunday night dinner, and Beau had taken Connor upstairs after I’d fed him to put him to bed.

I pushed our bedroom door open and paused, just taking in the sight in front of me. No matter how many times I saw it, the impact never lessened. Beau was standing by the window, moonlight streaming in, so big and strong. Solid thighs braced apart, wide back, biceps bulging, and cradled in those massive arms was our infant son. So tiny and precious.

Beau was rocking from side to side, his face tilted down, eyes soft and on his son, and he was humming.

“Is he fighting it?” I finally said.

Beau turned to me, a gentle smile on his lips, and shook his head. “No, he was out before I hit the top of the stairs.”

I walked over and leaned into his side. “You’re a good dad, you know that, right? Seeing you with Connor…you have no idea how beautiful it is.” I brushed my fingers over our son’s head. “He’s not ever going to feel alone or unloved. He’ll know, he’ll always know how much his parents love him.”

Beau made a rough sound and planted a kiss on the top of my head before carrying Connor to his crib and laying him down gently. He tucked the covers around him then strode back to me. His expression was intense, determined.

Then he was there, his arms came around me, and I was lifted off the floor and pressed against the wall, and his mouth came down on mine. He kissed me hard and deep and hungry until I was breathless and squirming against him.

Finally, he lifted his head and stared into my eyes. “And he’ll always know how much his father loves his mother, that before he found her he was an empty shell, searching but never finding what he truly needed because he’d closed himself off to ever finding true happiness.”

“Beau,” I whispered, words failing me. He had a way of doing that. Saying something that was so sweet, so profound, it simply blew me away.

He kissed me gently again. “It took a determined city girl to make me see the light.”

I smiled even as my eyes stung with happy tears. “And it took a stubborn wild man to make me realize I deserved the happiness, the love, I’d always craved.”

“I love you,” he said.

“I know,” I said back. “And you make sure I know it every day.”

I pressed my mouth to his one more time. “We better head back down. Hank and Birdie will wonder where we are.”

Beau scowled. “I don’t want to go back down. I want to throw you on that bed and fuck you until neither of us can see straight.”

I did some more squirming. “You can’t say things like that to me when we have guests.”

Beau smirked. “They’re not guests. It’s Hank and Birdie.”

“And the girls.” I gave his shoulder a little shove, but he didn’t budge. “Beau…”

“I don’t want to let you go,” he said. “What if I’m quick? I’ll bend you over the dresser and fuck you hard and fast, how about that?”

The man was killing me. “You’re not playing fair,” I said, trying not to laugh at his hopeful expression. “The answer’s still no. We have to go back down.”

Beau’s lips flattened. “I can’t go down like this.” He ground his cock into me, and I gasped.

“That has to be uncomfortable.”

“No shit,” he grumbled.

“I’ll make it better as soon as they leave,” I said.

He dragged his mouth up the side of my neck, his beard tickling my skin. “You promise?” he said, low and rough. “Are you going to let me fuck you on the living room floor as soon as they walk out the door?”

I was panting. “Yes.”

Reluctantly, he stepped back.

I swallowed, mouth dry, body hot and achy, and forced myself to head for the door, legs more than a little shaky. Before I walked through, I looked down at myself to make sure I was presentable. My nipples were hard and could be seen through my shirt. I glanced back at Beau, who was still by the window and his eyes were on me. The look he was giving me had me squeezing my thighs together.

“Fuck waiting,” he bit out and charged.

I darted out the door, unable to control my laughter as I ran down the stairs with Beau coming after me like a deranged bull.

When I hit the bottom of the stairs I expected to see Hank and Birdie, but the living room was empty. I spun around just as Beau exploded into the room.

“They’re gone,” I said. “How embarrassing! We’re the worst dinner hosts in the entire world.”

Beau kept coming as I backed up.

“You haven’t noticed them disappearing when we’re there?”

“Well, yes,” I said as my back met the wall.

“They were being nice. They obviously worked out we needed some alone time,” he said.

“Beau,” I warned as he closed in.

“I’m gonna fuck you on the floor now,” he said, and then he was lifting me and taking me down on the rug in front of the fire.

I gave up the fight instantly. I mean, why would I fight it? I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips.

“You ready?” he asked.

“Always.”