Where We Belong Page 3

  Moaning around my shaft, she sucks at me, hard and hungry.

  I close my eyes.

  Pace this shit, Kelly. Remember all the filthy, perverted acts you wanted to do and fucking do them before . . .

  My breath hitches when Mia bites down a little, dragging her teeth, giving me that tiny bit of pain she knows drives me fucking wild.

  Jesus, FUCK.

  Moving back, I slide my cock out of her mouth and grab her arms, tugging her to her feet. We switch positions, me dropping down to my knees and her standing above me, posed to be adored, the way it always should be with us.

  Planting my hands on her waist, I spin her around until she’s facing the wall.

  “Lean forward. Stick your ass out, baby.”

  With a gentle hand, I guide her, pushing against the small of her back until her hands are flat on the wall and her head is bowed, her legs trembling as she spreads her feet.

  “Oh God,” she whimpers, looking down at me over her shoulder as I spread her ass with my hands, moaning and leaning further into the wall when I kiss her pussy from behind, the gentlest press of my lips to her heated flesh.

  I’m ready to devour her, my mouth watering at the very idea of Mia’s taste coating my tongue when a loud, screeching cry sounding like something out of a nightmare comes echoing into the bedroom, sending Mia and I both ramrod straight.

  “Chase! Oh, my God.” Mia slides her thong back into place and starts frantically buttoning up her shirt as she darts out of the room.

  I look down at the state I’m in—my dick out, hard as a fucking rock and pointing straight up at me, tenting my shirt. My shorts down around my thighs, and my brain, fuck, that has to be around here on the floor somewhere. Pretty damn sure Mia sucked it out of my cock when she was going at me minutes ago.

  That woman. Fuck me.

  Hearing Chase’s worrying cries still going on in the other room, I scramble to my feet and pull up my shorts, my heart racing as I cross the hall and enter his bedroom.

  Mia is clutching him to her, kissing his cheek and trying to settle him. “I think he had a night terror. He’s shaking, Ben, and his little heart is pounding so fast.”

  I rub his back and brush his dark hair off his forehead.

  He’s still crying, and I can see how worked up he is. I can hear it in his labored breathing.

  What the hell do kids this little dream about that scares them like this? Clowns? Fucking deranged cartoon animals?

  “Let me take him,” I tell her, pulling him into my arms and against my chest, dropping my head next to his.

  Chase fists my shirt and rubs his face against mine, his crying growing a little softer.

  “Mommy?”

  Lifting my head, I spot Nolan in the doorway.

  He rubs at his eye, peering at us both and looking too exhausted to stand.

  “Hey, come here.” Mia goes to him, kneeling down to cup his face. “You okay?”

  “Is Chasey going to sleep with you?”

  Mia looks back at me expectantly, a smile pulling at her mouth.

  She knows why she’s smiling. I sure as shit know why she’s smiling.

  My boys are cock-blocking me. Again, because this definitely isn’t the first time. I swear they plan this shit out at dinner.

  I look down at Chase, his eyes wide with alarm and his little body still trembling with confused fear. No fucking way is he passing out any time soon, not looking like this. And Nolan, hell, if he knows Chase is lying in bed with us, he’ll fight his way into that room swinging every damn sword he owns.

  Jerking my head, I walk toward the two of them. “Come on. But we’re sleeping, Nolan. We aren’t playing in there.”

  Nobody is playing in there. Not anymore.

  “Yesss,” he whispers, sounding a bit excited.

  Mia rubs my back as we head into our bedroom.

  She and Nolan climb on the bed first after she tugs on a tiny pair of pajama shorts and a night shirt.

  I lay Chase next to Nolan and sink down beside him, keeping him close to me as I roll on my side to face everyone.

  Everyone. All three pairs of eyes open and fixated on me.

  “Nolan,” I warn, and immediately he shuts his eyes and rolls over, putting his back to me. I wrap my arm around Chase, trying to soothe him as Mia watches me from over the top of Nolan’s head.

  Her eyes full of love and warmth, sucking me in just a little bit deeper.

  “Sorry,” she mouths, smiling a bit.

  I shrug.

  “I love you.”

  Heat blooms in the center of my chest.

  I stare back at her, suddenly not caring at all that our night got interrupted, only feeling content and fucking whole being this close to Mia and our boys.

  “Love you, Angel,” I mouth back, hearing the buzz of my phone on the night stand behind me, a call I’m going to ignore no matter who the fuck it is.

  It can wait. This, right here, nothing is more important than this.

  Everything else can wait.

  Mia

  “HOLY SHHH . . .”

  “Tessa!”

  Pulling the boys against me, wrapping an arm around each of their heads and doing my best to cover both pairs of innocent ears, I glare at the burgundy dressing room door my foul-mouthed best friend stands behind, glaring even harder when the door cracks open and a green eye peers at me.

  Do you mind?

  Tessa opens the door a bit wider and looks between the two boys, not appearing all too apologetic. “My bad. But it’s not like they haven’t heard it before.”

  “Doesn’t matter. Just wait until you and Luke have a kid and they start repeating everything you say.”

  I lower my hands, allowing the boys to move around in front of me again as I remain seated on the cushioned bench.

  Her eyes widen a bit. She seems to tense up. “Let me get changed,” she murmurs.

  The door shuts. I hear the soft rustling of clothes and the clink of a metal hanger.

  I immediately regret bringing up the kids topic. Tessa always gets quiet when I mention her and Luke starting a family, and if I pry she shuts down even more, changing the conversation or just leaving the room entirely. I think the whole thing worries her. She lost Luke three years ago because she didn’t think he wanted kids. Even though they’re solid now and married, I think a part of her still fears something tearing them apart.

  After several minutes, her dressing room door opens and she steps out, holding the lingerie she went in to try on—a plum-colored, lace-trim babydoll.

  She sits down next to me, crossing her one leg over the other and clutching the garment.

  “I’m buying this. My boobs look enormous in it.”

  I let out an exhaustive breath, looking from Nolan, who is giggling and covering his mouth, to Tessa, who is also giggling, poking him in the stomach.

  I’d scold her for that if Ben wasn’t so keen on talking about my breasts when Nolan is still in earshot.

  He’s heard every slang term in the English vocabulary. He’s even shared some with his friends at school.

  We’ve been called in to speak with the teacher twice now. Ben couldn’t act more proud sitting in on those meetings, puffing his chest out, looking at his son like he’s raising some sort of breast connoisseur.

  I’m usually the one doing all the apologizing and swearing up and down certain words will never be repeated.

  Tessa nudges me with her elbow, leaning in to whisper. “So, are you as deliciously sore as I am? Luke’s been on me like flies on shit.”

  Crossing my arms below my chest, I lean back against the wall, sulking. “No. We haven’t done it at all.”

  God, I miss sex with Ben. Delicious, mind-numbing, earth-shattering sex with Ben.

  “What? They were off for two days. What have you two been doing?”

  I motion at Chase and Nolan as they follow each other around the small dressing room area, Chase trying to catch his big brother with his arms outstretc
hed, and Nolan, laughing and letting him get real close before he darts away.

  “Oh,” Tessa mumbles, leaning back next to me, both of us watching the boys. “Well, what about after they go to bed? That’s your usual playtime, isn’t it?”

  “Not lately. Chase keeps waking up within a couple minutes of us putting him down, and Nolan always hears him. Then he’s up and wanting to sleep with us too. Ben wants me to ignore it, but I can’t. I’ve tried. I hate hearing Chase cry like that. And poor Nolan. Ben yelled at him last night ‘cause he was sick of getting interrupted and Nolan stuck his little fingers underneath our bedroom door and cried until we let him in.”

  “Jesus.”

  “Yeah, I’ve tried praying about it. That’s not working either. I don’t know what to do. If Ben doesn’t take me soon I think he might go crazy. I caught him researching the damages of sex withdrawal yesterday while the boys were eating lunch.”

  Tessa chuckles. “Oh, my God. I’m so glad I know this information. I’m going to tease the hell out of him now.”

  “Please don’t,” I groan. “I’m sure he’s already getting it from Luke.”

  “Exactly. We can both play off his misery.”

  I glare at her.

  She smiles, her one dimple caving in and her shoulders lifting in tiny jerks as she continues to laugh.

  “I know what you should do,” she says after a minute, looking serious now. “Get him while he’s at work.”

  My mouth falls open. “What? How? I have the boys.”

  “Not if I take them for you. Drop them off at my house and find out from Luke where he’s at. Surprise him. How many times have we talked about doing it in the back of a cop car? One of us needs to make that happen ASAP.”

  Biting the inside of my cheek while I contemplate this suggestion, I feel my body relax against the wall. My muscles going slack. “Mm.”

  How many times have we talked about this? More times than I can count. It’s a major fantasy of mine, but one I never have the opportunity to act on because of the boys. Just the sight of Ben in his uniform is enough to make my legs shake. Pairing that with us crammed into the back of his car, him pinning me down or me grinding in his lap, his pants undone just enough to reveal his cock, the harsh chill of his handcuffs pressing into my skin, biting my flesh, the smell of sex and sweat growing thick around us and lingering there after we’re done, reminding him every time he gets in what we did and how it felt . . . Yeah, that’s definitely something I’ve thought about more than once.

  “Mm mmm.” Tessa wiggles her brows. “Just let me know when and we’ll make it happen.”

  Warmth spreads across my face.

  Now? Is that too short notice?

  Sighing, Tessa leans forward, braces her elbows on her knees and stares at the door next to the one she was occupying minutes ago. “Beth, you did want us here with you today so you could get our opinions, right? We can’t really do that unless you show us what you’re wearing.”

  A soft, throaty grunt sounds from behind the door.

  I smile.

  Sweet Beth. She’s a little anxious about her wedding night with Reed. I get it. She wants him speechless at the sight of her, in her wedding dress and out of it.

  Oh La La Boutique has just the thing for that.

  Her door opens slightly. She peeks her head out, looking hesitant, her dark brows pulled together and her lips pinched into a tight white line. “Okay . . . ready?”

  I look over at the boys, making sure they’re occupied with each other and not in her line of sight. Nodding, I motion for her to show us.

  Releasing a tense breath, Beth steps back and pulls the door open, standing in her dressing room to stay concealed.

  She’s wearing a white embroidered corset with delicate lace trim, the material tight across her body, showing ample cleavage and her cute little curves, a matching garter and white stockings on her legs.

  “Wow.” My eyes widen. Reed is going to lose his mind.

  Beth runs her hand across her stomach, still looking unsure. “Honestly, do you think he’ll like it? I’ve never worn anything like this before.”

  “Seriously? Will he like it?” Tessa laughs. She presses her hand to her chest. “I like it. I would marry you if I knew that was on underneath your dress. You’re going to give him a heart attack in that thing.”

  Beth covers her mouth, her cheeks flushing. “Yeah? I just . . .” She lowers her hand. “I want him to want me so bad, like how I want him. You know?”

  I smile at her, feeling so happy for both of them.

  Especially Reed. He deserves this kind of love.

  “Well, I don’t think that’s going to be a problem. I say buy it,” I tell her, standing and moving to the boys when Chase starts whining. I pick him up and bounce him in my arms.

  “Me too,” Tessa adds.

  “Okay. With the stockings, or . . .”

  “With,” Tessa and I answer simultaneously.

  “All right,” she giggles. “Cool. I need to hurry and get changed so I can get back to the bar.”

  Her dressing room door closes.

  Tessa stands from the bench and moves across the dressing area. “What about you?” she asks.

  “What about me?”

  “Hello.” She hooks a thumb over her shoulder toward the doorway leading out into the store. “Go pick out something and try it on.”

  Chase squirms in my arms, forcing me to switch him to my other hip. I shake my head. “They’re getting restless. We need to get going. And when will I even have the chance to wear it for Ben? Next year?”

  I’m certain Tessa plans on wearing her hot little number when we all go away for the wedding, most likely even before that. She has plenty of opportunities to put on something sexy and let Luke slowly work his way peeling it off.

  Mine and Ben’s situation is different.

  Putting on lingerie for him at home will only amp up his frustration when he can’t keep his hands on me for longer than a minute, and the boys are staying with us in the villa for the wedding. We won’t be having any alone time together during that little romantic rendezvous.

  Maybe when they both graduate and head off to college we’ll get some privacy? My luck, Oh La La won’t even be around anymore.

  Tessa’s mouth stretches into a knowing smile. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe you can wear something extra spicy when you surprise him in the back of his cop car.” She tilts her head to see behind me. “Hey, Nolan. Wanna go get some ice cream?”

  Anxiousness settles inside my gut.

  Yes, the cop car. We’ll definitely be alone there.

  Nolan scrambles out from behind my legs and punches his little fist into the air. “Oh, yeah! I want cookie dough!”

  “What are you doing?” I ask her.

  Tessa pries Chase from my arms, then digs into her back pocket and pulls out her keys. “Here.” She presses them into my palm. “Give me your set. I’ll take the boys to Baskin Robbins. You can meet us there when you’re done shopping for my horny brother.”

  I would cringe at that comment if I wasn’t used to Tessa’s inappropriate mouth.

  My shoulders sag as I reach for my keys, handing them over at the same time as asking, “Really?”

  She takes them. “Really. I’d say go find out where Ben is when you’re done but I have a massive stack of transcripts I need to get through today. Let’s shoot for tomorrow instead.”

  I lunge at her, careful of Chase, and wrap my arms around her neck. “Thank you,” I whisper, feeling incredibly grateful.

  I can see the light at the end of this sexless tunnel, and it’s shining on Ben’s massive cock.

  Beth emerges from her dressing room carrying her wedding day surprise for Reed. She smiles at us. “We going?”

  I give the boys each a quick kiss, grinning so big my cheeks hurt.

  “You two are. Mommy’s doing a little shopping.”

  THE WHITE LACE PANTY AND matching bra set I’m standing in is doing wonde
rs for my curves, and my tan.

  My skin looks even more sun kissed than it does after I’ve spent a full day at the pool with the boys. My breasts are pushed up high on my chest, doubling my normal cleavage size.

  I’m certain Ben will have no problem with this . . . development. I suddenly look like I’m still breastfeeding.

  Sheesh. He was a maniac that first year. I’m not sure who was more starved for my chest. Chase or Ben.

  I run my finger over the ruffles along my hip, loving the overall delicate look and feel to this set. Still unbelievably sexy, but soft.

  Understated. I like that.

  Spinning in front of the mirror, I glance over my shoulder and blush a little at the sight of my bare ass. I stand on my toes and pop my hip to watch it jiggle.

  Mm. Maybe I won’t make Ben wait until tomorrow . . .

  Blowing out a quick breath, I reach for my shorts on the small bench and dig out my phone.

  I’ve sent my fair share of dirty pictures to Ben. He always responds with something equally vulgar, words I’ll read over and over until I’m trembling against my hand, dropping my phone and panting his name. The moment he sees me, he’ll pull up whatever it is I sent him and we’ll both look at it while he beats into me from behind.

  Maybe this is cruel, since I know we won’t have that time together tonight. I’ll get him hard and leave him even more frustrated, but we’ll have tomorrow. He doesn’t know it, but I’m going to make up for every interrupted opportunity tomorrow.

  Every. Single. One.

  Pushing my hair off my shoulders, I lean forward a little and snap an up-close shot of my breasts, my hand squeezing one of them. I attach the photo to a message.

  Me: Yours.

  After setting my phone down, I unclasp the bra and slide it off my shoulders. I step out of the panties and grab the other ensemble I brought back to try on, a black sheer babydoll.

  The silk slides over my skin, clinging to my hips and brushing against the top of my thighs.

  I run my hands over my stomach as I stare at myself in the full length mirror.

  I like this one too. Again, massive boob appeal. My legs look never ending. Plus, I love how soft it is against my skin.