Logan — 15
I picked up the battery-powered candles one by one and flipped the switches to On before putting them back down on the counter and ledge around the tub. The water was steaming and had a hint of vanilla fragrance to it that Rhett preferred. If nothing else, I was going to spoil my husband tonight. I didn’t need or expect anything from him. But I hoped he’d let me join him in the bath and simply hold him in my arms.
“What’s all of this?” Rhett asked as he walked into the bathroom. I wasn’t quite ready for him just yet, but oh well.
“Just a little something to treat you. The babies have been changed, fed, and are asleep for the next three or so hours, hopefully, and I thought you could use a little pampering. Happy anniversary, sweetheart.” I held out the small gift, hoping I didn’t go wrong in my choice.
“What is it?”
“You’ll have to open it,” I told Rhett. He carefully pulled the ribbon off the box while I went to the tub to turn off the running water. I sat down on the outer ledge of the tub and waited for Rhett to look at me.
“It’s a keychain. With the Eiffel Tower on it?”
“Yeah. I figured that would have to do until I can take you to see the real thing. I have the four of us booked for July.” Rhett’s eyes flew to mine, and they were not only huge but wet already. “What? No good? You’re always talking how you’d love to visit Europe with me. I figured we could start in Paris and go from there.”
“Seriously? You want to travel to Europe with six-month-old twins?”
“I don’t see why not. I wouldn’t dream of asking you to leave them behind, but if you’d rather not go—”
Rhett cut me off by launching himself at me. It took a great deal of balance to not fall backward into the tub.
“We’ll see how things are in six months. Logan, this is…wow. Seriously? We can travel?”
I gave Rhett an odd look, I know I did, as I shook my head. “Munchkin, didn’t your dads travel with you three? And don’t Boone and Kait take the girls on vacations? Hell, Jacob and Isaac went back to Hawaii this past fall and took Mack with them. Why couldn’t we travel?”
“Honestly, I’m not sure. I think that maybe, subconsciously, I equated being the parent to twins as no longer allowed to have a life. But that doesn’t really make sense because I know that Dad didn’t let being a single father to twins stop him one bit.”
“What would make you think that?”
“I’m not sure, really. We just seem so busy. I mean, you hardly ever leave the ranch because there’s so much to do, and I know you have to shuffle things just to go away with me for a weekend.”
“Sweetheart, come here.” I gently pulled Rhett to me, and he naturally stood in between my open legs. “It’s true, the ranch never sleeps. There’s always something going on. But I’m not the only one here. Boone helps on this side, and we have others that could completely run the place if we needed them to.”
“I know that, it’s just…” Rhett looked over my shoulder before looking back at me. “I think a lot of it comes down to me no longer having an income. I’ve had one since I left for college. Although, don’t tell my dads that because I swear, they still think I did nothing but study while away at college.”
I smiled at that, quite sure they already knew Rhett had a life while away. “You don’t have to work. We’ve been over this. This was a deciding factor when you struggled with whether or not to sell the bakery.”
“I know. It’s just all sinking in finally. All at once. Add in that now we have twins. And…it’s a lot.”
“Well then, you should relax. Why don’t you get in the tub and enjoy the hot water for a bit, and I’ll listen for the twins.” I got up and went to leave the bathroom, but Rhett grabbed the pocket of my jeans, so I turned back toward him, an eyebrow raised in question.
“Isn’t that a baby monitor over there?”
I glanced at said monitor that I’d placed on the counter and nodded.
“Then why don’t you join me. I love it when I can cuddle with you in the tub. Besides, I fit better in it when you’re with me. Otherwise, I’m too short.”
I grinned a bit at that because it was true. I’d had the tub custom built to accommodate my height, and my poor husband was quite a bit shorter than I was. I kept eye contact as I slowly started unbuttoning my shirt and then pulled it off. I bent down and pulled off my boots and socks before I unbuttoned my jeans and then shoved them and my briefs off in one go. Rhett on the other hand was still dressed, but I was about to change that.
Rhett eagerly lifted his arms, and I was able to pull off his shirt off without issue. My surprise, though, was when I dropped to my knees and pulled Rhett’s sweats down. He wasn’t wearing anything under them. Hell, if I’d gone commando, I’d end up unable to hide my half-hard dick any and every time I got near my husband. He just did it for me, and we’d not had a whole lot of energy for each other lately.
“I was in a hurry earlier and I never got back upstairs to put on briefs.”
“Really? So you’ve been commando since…”
“Since I got dressed this morning. You were already gone by the time I got dressed. Although, I haven’t been doing much more than pulling on sleep pants, really. I guess sweats are a step up, but not by much.”
“They’re comfortable, and when you’re taking care of newborns, comfort is good. Now, step out,” I told him as I pulled his pant legs and socks off together. Once Rhett was out of his sweats, I tossed them aside with my clothes, and then I took his hand and led him into the tub. After we were settled, we both relaxed and it wasn’t long before Rhett’s breathing evened out, letting me know he’d fallen asleep.
I honestly was happy just holding him, so that was what I did. I knew I wanted to ring in the new year with a kiss, so I’d need to make sure we were out of the tub before midnight, but that was easy enough as we had plenty of time.
When the water started to cool, I gently woke Rhett up so we could get out of the tub.
“I’m sorry. You’re comfortable and the water is warm,” he told me. I chuckled at that while I helped him dry off.
“No need to apologize. You know I love holding you any chance I get.”
“Yeah, but it’s our anniversary and I wanted to celebrate with you.”
“Haven’t we done that? We ate pizza and cake. I’d call that a celebration.”
“You know what I meant,” Rhett said while trying to both pout and brush his teeth at the same time. In the end, brushing won.
We were in bed, both wearing pj pants with twenty minutes to spare before midnight. When Rhett rolled toward me and started tracing the tattoo on my chest, I sighed, happy and content.
“Logan?”
“Hmm?”
“I love you.”
“Love you, too. Happy anniversary. Thanks for marrying me, sweetheart. If you weren’t so stubborn, I’m not sure we’d be here.”
“You’re right. We probably wouldn’t. Logan?”
“Yeah?”
“Make love to me?”
“Anytime, sweetheart.”
I rolled toward Rhett, and in no time, he was under me, moaning and quivering as I traced the scars on his chest with my tongue. I was in no hurry though; I still had plenty of time, so I slowly made my way down Rhett’s body toward my goal.
He no longer flinched away from me when I got to his deepest and largest scar, and I gently kissed and tongued it, sending a silent prayer that he survived the hell he’d been through. I knew he wasn’t the same man I’d first met, but I didn’t care. He was here, he was with me, and he was mine. I’d do anything I could to make him happy, and right now, I knew exactly what he wanted by the way he was gently pushing his hips up into my chest.
“Is this what you want?” I asked, not giving him a chance to answer as I swallowed his leaking cock to the root. Rhett hissed out yes above me, but I already knew; he didn’t have to answer.
I gave his cock the attention I’d been ready to give for a few days now, and when I reached for the bottle of lube, Rhett quickly placed it in my searching hand. After I’d poured a generous amount on my fingers, I slowly circled Rhett’s puckered opening until I was permitted entrance and I had one thick finger inside his warm channel.
One finger became two, and when I found Rhett’s prostate, he moaned loudly and I was treated to a burst of salty precome. “Logan, please.”
“Not quite yet, sweetheart,” I told him once I pulled his cock from my mouth long enough to reply. I rained gentle kisses across his hips as I continued to work two fingers in and out of his body, making sure to bump his magic button each time. When two fingers became three, Rhett was ready to climb the walls.
I wanted to time things perfectly, and when I glanced at the clock on the bedside table, I knew it was time. We had less than a minute until midnight, and I had every intention of being buried deep in my husband’s willing body when the clock struck, so I slicked up my aching cock and lined up with Rhett’s prepped and relaxed hole and pushed in. We both gasped because it felt so good when I bottomed out without stopping.
“I love you,” I told him as I held as still as I could, waiting for him to get used to my cock, but he wasn’t having that. No, my little hell-raiser pushed up as hard as he could with his hips, effectively pushing me just a bit farther in before he rolled his hips downward and then back up into me.
“I got the hint,” I told him before I covered his mouth with mine and pulled my hips back before slamming back into his body. Rhett screamed into my mouth and dug his fingers into my shoulders as I heard the clock downstairs start chiming midnight.
I continued to slowly pull out, only to thrust back in, and when I finally broke from the kiss, I looked down at my husband, never slowing my in-and-out movement.
“Happy New Year, munchkin. I. Love. You.” It was becoming more difficult to talk as I continued to thrust in and out of Rhett’s body. His channel felt so good, as always, and when he looked at me with his lust-filled eyes, I was done. I fought my orgasm as long as I could, but when Rhett still hadn’t come several minutes later, I covered his mouth with mine again just as I felt the tingling in my balls.
I rolled my hips, pushing my cock in and out of his body while making sure to put enough friction on his trapped cock to set him off. I grunted and my hips stuttered briefly when my orgasm took me by surprise and raced through my body. Rhett screamed into my mouth as I felt his body clamp down on mine, and when he squeezed my dick, I thrust in one last time and let go completely, both of us having found our release.
I held myself up on my elbows as I continued to kiss the beautiful man beneath me. “I love you, too, Logan. Happy New Year. Promise me we’ll ring it in this way always?”
“I’d certainly like to try. This is our third one, and so far we’re three for three, so I’d say we’re on the right track.” I gently pulled out of Rhett’s body and rolled onto my side so I could get up. We needed to clean up before we could try to get a couple hours of sleep before Ash and Abi would need to be fed again.
Once I was off the bed, I reached over and scooped Rhett up and carried him into the bathroom. I set him down in front of the toilet while I reached in and turned on the shower. Once we’d both gone to the bathroom, we climbed into the shower and quickly washed before getting out and drying off. Sometimes, it was just easier to hop in the shower than it was to try cleaning specific areas. Tonight was one of those nights.
We were both hoping for a couple of hours of sleep. Once we were both back in bed, I relaxed as Rhett snuggled up to my side, like he always did. I knew that we’d get through the next few weeks. It was going to be difficult, but we’d do it because in the end, we had each other.
“Love you, Logan,” Rhett said drowsily. I kissed the top of his head and gave him a little hug, happy and content.
“Love you, too.”