“Got no problem with her or you needing to be in the same bed. I was going to move her with us if she wasn’t here when I got back. How’s she feeling?” I bring the two of them closer to me, needing them as much as they need me.
“I’m guessing better. She’s not crying, slept most of the time we were, um.. yeah.” She doesn’t say the word, and I’m thankful for it. “I think we’ll know tomorrow how she is. The medicine she’s on lasts seven days.”
“Then tonight, we sleep while she does and see where tomorrow leads us.” My lips graze hers, not deepening the kiss because my body is ready to collapse.
“I like that plan. I love you, Bentley,” she murmurs against my lips.
“Love you, sugar.” We pull apart. I give Henley a kiss on her forehead, giving her my love silently so as not to wake her. Sadie yawns, Henley burrows deeper, and we’re at peace. Nothing is banging on our door, definitely not Mack’s bullshit or the Cartel, as it fuckin’ should be.
Epilogue
Sadie
Four Months Later
“Just like that, Sadie. Take me to the back of your throat, then I’ll give you my cock in that tight-as-fuck pussy.” My legs squeeze together, trying to stave off the hunger Bentley is building up inside me. “Fuck,” he grumbles when I moan against his length as I take him as deep as possible. That doesn’t mean Bentley doesn’t give as good as he gets.
“Look at your pretty tits, our baby in your belly, lookin’ as gorgeous as ever.” Did I mention I’m pregnant? I’m pretty sure the first time we had sex is also the day I conceived. It’s made my breasts so unbelievably sensitive, which is why when his hands cup them, thumbs gliding over my nipples, my eyes close in pure bliss, my fingers dig into his upper thighs, wanting his cock inside me but knowing the longer Bentley delays our gratification, the better it will be.
“You want my cock?” he asks. My head nods profusely. “Good, because you’re about to get it.” Bentley backs out of my mouth, pulling me up as he does. His lips meet mine. We’re a tangle of limbs, mouths, and moans. Monroe has Henley. A bond was formed between the two of them all those months ago. That doesn’t mean Henley doesn’t give her a run for her money if she misses a nap, which is coming up now, and Bentley knows it.
“More. I need you to fuck me.” I walk him back towards the bed. The only way he’s moving is because Bentley is allowing it. If not, then I’d be the one on my back or bent over the bed, but today I feel like riding.
“Yeah, and who’s fucking who in this position, sugar?” His legs are spread, showing off his muscled body, tattoos, and sensuous smile.
“I guess I’m doing all the work, then.” I wink, crawling up the length of his body, thankful my stomach hasn’t gotten too big yet to get in the way.
“You keep on thinkin’ that. Now, give me what I want.” I situate myself so I’m straddling him, my hand moving to his cock, holding the base up for me to slide down on him.
“Oh God, Bentley,” I practically purr as I slide down, spreading my thighs as much as possible before using them to move up. My back arches, hands on Bentley’s now bent knees that are behind me, giving all the leverage I need while his thumb sweeps over my clit, causing my pussy to clamp down on him.
“Fuck yeah, you better get there soon if you want a nap before our girl comes back.” That spurs me into action, wanting to make sure Bentley and I both come before Henley’s home. She has my heart outside of my chest, but that girl is hell on wheels. Definitely has my attitude, and she’s barely three. Her teenage years are going to give us a run for our money.
“Are you saying you’d rather nap than fuck me?” I tease Bentley, knowing exactly what it will do to him when I goad him. That’s probably why he’s up, moving me to my back, never breaking our connection while he tunnels in and out of my cunt, his cock slick with my moisture and my whimpers coming out breathier, ready for Bentley to take me there.
“Goddamn it, you better come.” He guides my legs over his shoulders, hands holding my thighs so firmly I know they’ll be red after. I love seeing the marks there, hating when they fade and wanting a repeat performance over and over again.
“You keep fucking me like this, and I will.” My fingers move to my nipples, pulling and tugging on them, watching Bentley’s powerful body work to bring us both pleasure. My body tries to twist away. The pleasure he’s bringing me has me moaning, “Bentley, please.” I lock down on his length. An indescribable feeling overtakes me when I feel him come inside me, triggering my own orgasm all while Bentley fucks me through it.