He pulled me close. “Don’t wanna have to do that, Kim.”
“I know. Me neither. But it’s nice to know we can.”
“Daddy!” Cambry squealed, making a run for us. Jagger wasn’t far behind, and the four of us ended up in a snuggle pile on the floor with Knight taking most of the weight. Lucky for us, my man was big and strong.
“Okay, monkeys, dinner’s almost ready,” I said. “Go wash up.”
The kids climbed off their dad and made a run for the downstairs bathroom, while Knight helped me up, pushing me against the foyer wall and kissing me deeply. I wove my fingers into his hair and tugged gently.
“Why do you rile me up when we can’t do anything about it?” I complained.
His hand cupped my breast. “Just primin’ the pump, sugar. Gonna turn the valve into the fully open position later.”
I giggled. “Yeah, that ‘valve’ will definitely be open.”
He gave me a sexy grin. “I know it will.”
“Ew, gross,” Jagger said. “Dad’s kissin’ Mama again.”
Cambry giggled. “Why are you always kissing?”
Knight smiled at me. “It’s one of the ways I show Mom how much I love her.”
I beamed up at him, sliding my hand to his waist again and giving him a gentle squeeze.
“If Sam Wallers kisses me, does that mean he loves me?” she asked, and the look on my husband’s face both terrified and amused me.
He hunkered his big body down in front of Cambry and asked, “Did Sam Wallers kiss you?”
She shook her head. “He said he loves me, and he puckered his lips, but Cash walked over to me before he could.”
I bit my lip. Dani’s kid was super protective of Cambry, and I loved that they were in the same private school.
Knight settled his hands on Cambry’s arms. “No boy should be kissin’ you, Cambry. If a boy likes you, he better show you some respect and be your friend. If he wants to kiss you, you tell him your daddy’ll kill him if he does.”
“Okay, maybe not say that,” I countered. “But it’s real important that you respect yourself, sweet girl, and letting boys kiss you just because they say they love you, isn’t how you do it.”
“You need to make ’em sweat a little,” Knight said.
Cambry smiled. “You’re funny, Daddy. Sweating’s gross.”
“So is kissing.”
She dropped her head back with a dramatic eye roll and groaned. “Fine.”
“Cambry, you handle drinks tonight, okay?” I said. “Jagger, knives and forks.”
“Okay, Mom,” Jag said.
“We’re gonna decorate the tree after dinner.”
“Yay!” Jagger said, pumping his fist in the air before heading out of the foyer.
Knight kissed Cambry’s forehead and she skipped off to the kitchen. He rose to his feet and faced me with a frown. “Who the fuck is this Sam kid?”
“First I’ve heard,” I said. “I’ll talk to Dani about it tomorrow. Maybe Cash said something.”
Knight let out a quiet growl. “Fuckin’ hate dicks.”
I chuckled. “I get it, honey. We have a long time before we have to worry about actual dicks, though. It’s all gonna be okay.”
He kissed me gently, then we went about serving dinner.
After the tree was decorated, hot cocoa was consumed, and our kids were tucked in bed, I followed Knight to our bedroom where he proceeded to practically rip my clothes from my body. “Still primed, sugar?”
I nodded.
“Shower,” he demanded, and I stalked there and flipped on the water.
Kissing me, he lifted me inside the gigantic, tiled space (with six shower heads) and gently pushed me up against the wall. As I tilted my head out of the water, Knight put his lips against my neck and slid his hand between my legs. He ran his fingers across my wet folds, and his dick pulsed against my hip.
My hips arched into his hand. “Fuck me.”
“How hard?” he asked, sliding one finger through my wetness.
I shivered and pushed against his hand. “Hard.”
He grinned as he shoved a finger inside me and bit my neck.
“Aidan,” I growled. “I want your cock.”
He stroked me a few times, then pulled his fingers out and demanded, “Hands on the wall.”
I turned and slapped my palms against the tile.
He grabbed my hips as I arched my ass up. But he still didn’t give me his cock. Instead, his knees hit the floor and he ran a tongue over my wetness. “Love your cunt, sugar.”
“Ohmigod, ohmigod,” I panted out.
He sank two fingers back inside me and took my clit between his teeth.
My body shuddered as he rotated his fingers and rubbed deep inside, hitting my G-spot as he sucked my clit. I whimpered as my climax built, but then he backed off my pussy and rose to his feet.
“Knight,” I snapped.
“Patience, sugar.”
“Fuck patience,” I ground out, and I was rewarded with his cock. He buried himself to the hilt and slid a hand between my legs again to finger my clit.
“Love your tight cunt, Kim.”
I dropped my head to the tile and tried not to pass out from the sensations swamping me.
Palming one nipple, he twisted the other, as he reared back and slid into me one slow, torturous inch at a time. I could feel my pussy pulsing and I took one hand off the wall and slid it to my clit. While he focused on my tits and I focused on my clit, he pulled almost all the way out again, then drove back into me all at once.
I sucked a breath through my teeth and pushed my ass against him. Rearing back, he slammed into me again, grabbing a handful of my hair and tugging my head back so he could reach my mouth with his.
His tongue connected with mine as he buried his dick inside of me again, then he released my hair and focused on fucking me senseless.
“Knight,” I rasped. “I can’t—”
“Now, sugar.”
Dropping my head back against his shoulder, I exploded and he wasn’t far behind me, his cock pulsing as we came together.
“Holy shit,” I breathed out. “Amazing.”
He chuckled, kissing the sensitive spot behind my ear before turning me to face him and cupping my cheeks. “Love you, Kim.”
“I love you, too, honey.”
He kissed me again, then we finished our shower and headed to bed.
Maisie
Thirty-six hours later...
“Connor Wallace, I will hurt you,” I threatened from my place between the wall and one of our high-backed chairs. The Christmas tree was to the right of me, so I didn’t really have much of an escape route.
His gorgeous, bearded face lit up with a cheeky grin. “Not afraid of you, Sunshine, now come out of there.”
“Not until you promise you won’t make me pee.”
He laughed. “Not promisin’ you shit.”
I had a secret, and Hatch wanted to know what it was, but I was a vault. However, he thought tickling the information out of me would be a good idea... this meant I was running around the house like a mad woman, trying to keep something between us at all times.
“She’s not going to tell you anything, Sid,” Poppy taunted as she held our two-year-old, Jamie’s hand and kept him out of the fray.