His eyes haven’t left me for the last two hours.
A constant silent serenade of his hands touching me, our fingers interlaced, and warning glares filled with lust. He hasn’t stopped touching me, even as everyone congratulated us, dinner was served, everyone left, and now I’m standing here in the kitchen, taunting him by sucking icing off a fork of the cake that he absolutely threw at his brother and sister.
But all in good jest, because he is thrilled. I know he would have been happy with either, yet he was team boy, and we are going to have a son.
Discussion of name, what nursey theme, or what color his first pair of sneakers will be can all wait. Tonight is about us. Not us as parents. It’s simply us. Bennett and me.
And here we are, with a pool of heat forming between my legs as the evening winds down and everyone has left, and I know Knox made himself scarce somewhere on this massive property.
Standing against the kitchen wall, I watch as Bennett stalks forward and approaches me like a satisfied wolf.
“A son,” he repeats the news with a half-smile that is deliciously proud and sexy. He stands at a breath’s distance and his hand slides to my wrist before he brings the fork to his mouth, ensuring I watch him lick where my mouth has been.
“Brooke wants me to crochet a blue blanket,” I state.
“You crochet?”
“Hell no. No plans to start either.” I smile in return as his tongue draws a line along my finger before kissing my hand, and I feel my breath get caught because I’m burning up in anticipation.
“We’re alone.” He takes the fork and drops it to the floor, making a clanking noise as his eyes flood with purpose.
“I may have noticed.”
I hear a small growl from the back of his throat before his mouth covers my own. It’s an explosion of sweet cake and desire. His tongue seeks out my own and then they dance. His hands slide along my cheeks before raking through my hair as my body melts into him.
The moan I murmur into his mouth is a sign that I’m entering heaven.
He takes it as his cue to take us further, and in a quick moment, he hooks his hands around my thighs and urges me up. In a swift move, he has me wrapped around his waist, which surprises me.
Reluctantly, I part my lips from his and look down between us in astonishment. “How can you still lift me?”
He chuckles before brushing his lips along my neck. “Babe, you are still light as a feather, and I bench twice your size and upped my protein intake.”
My head falls back in laughter. “Your protein intake is probably what got us into this situation.”
He slams his lips on my own and walks through the inn, and I have to pull away. “Aren’t there guests here?”
Again, he smiles a little too cocky. “Trust me, this is why people come here.”
Shaking my head, he doesn’t miss a beat and continues on until we leave the kitchen behind and reach his part of the house and his room.
He lays me on the bed then stands over me. We both quickly begin to tug and peel off clothing, our eyes hungry and grins permanent.
My gaze drops when his cock springs free and already he is thick and long, ready. He strokes his cock once before he joins me on the bed, urging me back until my head hits the mattress. Then he is over me, his biceps on both sides of my head and caging me in.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
His mouth travels down to my breasts that are fuller and a thousand more times sensitive. The moment he suckles on my nipple, my body curves up to him in a favorable response.
My hand runs through my hair because I may lose my damn mind. “Wow, that’s different. Better.” My breath is labored as my entire body comes alive, and I feel like my heart may pound out of my chest.
“This may be my new favorite pastime.” He moves to my other breast.
Licking my lips, I drowsily smile at that mere thought. “No complaints.”
Watching him slither down my body, placing an extra kiss on my belly, my heart and mind enter a state of bliss as I close my eyes.
He parts my knees, urging me to open wide, and not that I would protest, but I have no chance to think before he’s kissing the apex of my legs and pussy. He licks his tongue up my slit, with his hands interlacing with mine next to my hips. His groan causes me to blink.
“You taste like cake,” he mentions.
“See? Now aren’t you happy your brother brought a green cake?”
Bennett holds our hands against my thighs to keep them down as he peers up at me. “Don’t ever bring my brother into the conversation when I’m licking or fucking you senseless. I’m the only Blisswood brother you should be thinking about.”
“Don’t worry. Only you are in my dreams. The dirty ones. The real dirty ones.”
He grins mischievously before he continues on his quest. My clit gets proper attention with swirls and flicks from his tongue, then with his lips sucking my swollen bud, his finger enters me, and I feel dizzy with need.
“Bennett, I love your attention to detail, but I kind of need us to speed this up. I’ve been going insane for hours—weeks, really, but we don’t need to get into specifics.”
He pauses and obeys, with his body coming to hover over me and his mouth glistening from my juices. I reach for his cock to align him with me.
“God, I want you,” he rasps. He slides into me and we both still from the stretch, the new sensation, as it feels different. We groan together with our foreheads touching. “You feel good.”
“Have you always been this big?” I wonder aloud while my pussy wraps around him as he drives deeper in.
He grunts a laugh. “Wow, we have a long night ahead of us, since it seems I need to refresh your mind.”
We find our rhythm and continue to move together. My hand caress my breast and his fingers pluck the other nipple. Our mouths fuse as he moves inside of me, and my knees shift up, but then I realize a small bump is now between us, and while not overly big, this position isn’t so comfortable the way it used to be.
Bennett picks up on this and urges me to my side. With no time lost, he is back inside of me from behind as his hand gently holds the base of my neck and he presses my body against his. The kisses on my shoulder further send me into quite a state of pleasure.
His determination to bring us to our peak amps up as his pumps grow more powerful. Sweat forms on our skin and our sounds merge together.
But just as we both are about to fall, he catches us by locking our lips together.
I feel like my eyes roll to the back of my head as we both come down. My pulse racing, our bodies entwined, I feel him twitch inside of me. He stays where he is, and that’s fine, because I want to stay in this exact position for hours… and hours.
Awakening in bed, I slowly stretch my body, and morning light causes me to blink my eyes open. Turning to my side, I notice the bed is empty, which causes me to shoot up to sitting. I thought for sure that Bennett would be here, ready for a morning session or ready to give me that smug grin that makes my toes curl because he knows he was right—he knew I’d be his.
“Over here.” His voice startles me, and my eyes dart to the other side of the room where he’s sitting against the windowsill in jeans, no shirt—swoon—and a swaggering look.
“How long have you been watching me?” I run my hand through my hair.
“Not long, five minutes maybe. Brought you some peppermint tea and croissants.” He indicates to the tray on the small table next to him.
Grabbing his shirt that is at the end of the bed, I throw it on and I’m about to slide out of bed, but he’s already walking to the bed with tray in hand.
“Breakfast in bed? Nice touch, Blisswood,” I tease and grab the croissant.
“See what you missed if you had only stayed the first night,” he retorts.
I throw a piece of croissant back at him and then he delicately tackles me until I am lying against the mattress, his hand instantly sliding under the shirt to rest on my stomach.
“So what now?” I glide my fingers along his arms, and geez, his muscles have beefed up a little more lately.
“We could go for a walk or head out to the suburbs to start looking at stuff for the baby,” he lists.
“No, I mean you and me.”
A grin forms. “You’re mine, I’m yours. Stuck with each other, and I know you won’t complain.”
“So far, no,” I taunt him with an arched brow.
He tentatively brushes a few strands of my hair to the side. “We can talk about the living together, marry me, and having a few more kids at a later date. Now we can enjoy one another for a little bit.”
“I like that plan. The last part, I mean.”
“Good. Want me to draw you a bath or take you from behind in the shower?” he says, straight-faced.
“Tough choice. Let me finish this amazing croissant, then we can do a shower, maybe a short walk, and then I need to get home. I want to mix some oils together.”
He looks at me, puzzled.
“I use it for my pulse points, massaging rugged men, and it helps with nausea,” I remind him.
Bennett instantly pins me to the mattress again. “Rugged men?”
I smirk at him, because secretly everyone loves a jealous man. “Man, singular. You. But I do need to practice more, if you know of a volunteer.”
“That will be me and only me. But you have to show me where to massage you.”
“I think you mastered that already,” I quip.
His thumb runs along my chin before tilting my mouth up in his direction. “No, I mean, shouldn’t I be massaging your feet or something?”
“You have a fetish for feet?” I pretend not to understand.
It causes him to smile, as I’m tiring him out. “Wow, you are extra sharp with sarcasm in the mornings and decaffeinated. I mean, doesn’t massaging your feet help soothe you as the baby grows?”
“It does, and I fully accept your offer.”
“Good. I have a few very busy weeks ahead; think you can stay here more than I stay at your place? I know I just said a few minutes ago that deeper discussions can wait, but move in with me?”
His request surprises me in one way, but also not. “Bennett… maybe later. Let’s focus on the next few weeks.”
The holiday season is insane for Olive Owl. Christmas trees getting sold, wine-tastings for romantic weekends, and they have an annual holiday party where everyone dresses up, or at least they used to have a party.
“I will try, but mornings are my busy time. Are you going to do the traditional Olive Owl holiday party?” I begin to stroke his stubbled cheek as I broach the topic, as I know there is a big sentiment behind the party.
“Not sure Grayson or Knox particularly care if we go one year without, but my father would crucify us if we didn’t continue tradition. So I’m leading that project, and Knox and Grayson will follow along.”
I give him a soft smile. “That’s good, Bennett. I won’t be much help, but I promise to be there. That is if I’m invited,” I say, almost doubtful.
“If you’re invited?” He scoffs at my thought. “You are now required to be there as my plus one.”
His phone vibrates on the side table, and he reaches across for it. “Sorry, want to check that, as Lucy mentioned something about Cosmo looking a little not, well, Cosmo-ish yesterday. She’s probably here already.”
“Oh, sorry to hear that.”
But then his mouth curves up. “It’s Grayson, he sent some photos from yesterday.”
Bennett shows me the phone screen, and I smile warmly as I come up to sitting.
There it is. Bennett and I, kissing, with a flurry of blue speckles around us as my body curves into him. It’s one of those kisses where you can see the couple is clearly smiling too. The type of photo that you see on social media with articles about falling in love.
And now I’m in it, and it hits me that finally I have someone whose world becomes my own. We are in this together, and I feel just as happy as I look.