Baby Fever (A Real Man Book 3) (7 page)

L
ife really had
no meaning for me without the love of a woman and the laughter of my children filling my head.

And that’s what I had.

I was the luckiest fucking man in the world.

I pulled Eva in closer to me, buried my face in her hair, and closed my eyes as I inhaled. She smelled incredible and felt so damn good in my arms. I slipped my arm around her and spanned my open palm on her belly. She was big and round with our fourth child. I was insatiable when it came to her and filling her with my cum; putting my babies inside of her only made me want her more.

I wanted her constantly, and seeing her healthy, glowing, and pregnant with what was mine, had proprietary need and possession claiming me.

She’d always be mine, no matter what.

Eva was due in about a month, and although she was probably sick of me wanting her like a fiend, she always let me have her. But then I made sure I had her coming twice before I got off.

I started rubbing her belly and felt my baby kick. I smiled. God, I loved this. She placed her hand on mine.

“I didn’t wake you, did I, baby?”

She hummed softly and turned around to face me, although she made a little grunting noise in the process. “No.”

Her sleepy smile had my cock getting hard once more. I knew she could feel it prodding her thigh, but she didn’t give me a hard time about my voracious appetite when it came to her.

The years had gone by in a happy blur for me, and I did my best to make sure Eva and my kids were happy, safe, and cared for. I was the provider, and although Eva was more than welcome to work, she preferred staying home with the babies.

I rubbed her belly again, and my little girl kicked again.

“You think you can handle this baby girl, Dex?” She had her eyes closed, but a little smile covered her face.

With Jackson, our five-year-old, and Harlow and Mav, our twin three-year-old boys, this baby girl coming into our lives was another blessing. But it also had every protective instinct coming out full force in me.

“If I can handle you, I can handle anything.”

She opened her eyes and chuckled.

“But I do have some ground rules.”

She lifted an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?”

“No dating for her until I’m dead.” Eva chuckled a little harder. “And if a guy comes to the house asking her out, I’ll show him my gun collection right before I break all of his bones.”

She started laughing, the sound hitting me right in the chest. Seeing her carefree, even if she thought I was joking, had me feeling so fucking good.

“You don’t even own any guns,” she finally said, and wiped a tear from the corner of her eye.

“I’m buying stock in an arsenal as soon as she’s born.” I leaned in for a kiss. I slid my hand along her neck, cupped the side of it, and tilted her head back to really delve inside. She tasted sweet and fruity, and my cock jerked in response. We were both naked, and her big tits pressed against my chest.

“I’m sure the boys will be pretty protective of their baby sister, as well.”

I grunted. “They better be.”

I started kissing her again, and as the seconds passed, all I thought about was this moment.

“God, I could take you again right here, baby.” But I wouldn’t because she had to be sore from the loving I’d given her just half an hour ago. I picked up her hand and kissed her ring finger. Her wedding ring scraped against my lips, and I kissed the rock again.

“If I could marry you all over again, I would, baby.”

She smiled, her sleepy expression taking on a heated, more aroused look.

“Want to pretend it’s our honeymoon again?”

I chuckled, and I was more than willing to give that a go. It might have been years since we’d gotten married, but for me, it felt like the first time every time with her.

This woman and my children were the reason I lived.

I looked down at Eva, seeing the love reflected back at me.

“What?” she whispered after I’d been staring at her for long moments.

“I love you so fucking much.” I smoothed my fingers over her cheeks. “I’d die for you. Do you know that?”

She leaned forward an inch and kissed me softly. “I know.”

Pushing down the blanket, I exposed her bared, rounded belly. I leaned down, ran my lips along her flesh, and framed her roundness. She ran her fingers over my hair, and I shivered at her touch.

My wife.

My life.

“Are you still happy?” I asked. I asked her this same question often, not because I didn’t think she was, but because I loved hearing her response.

“More than I could describe in words.”

“You’re mine,” I said and looked up at her. I pulled her closer and just held her.

There was nothing more important than the woman in my arms, my baby in her belly, or the sons she’d given me.

“It’s you.” I stroked my fingers along her arm. “It’s always been you.” I leaned down to kiss the soft skin on her shoulder. “And it’ll always be you.”

I
've never known
how good it could feel to be taken care of by a man who knew what he was doing.

U
ntil I was with Hugo
...

I
was older than her
, and she was so innocent. Sabine had never been treated the way a female should. I've wanted her for so damn long and now was my chance.

N
ow it's
time for me to show her how a real man takes care of a woman...

S
he hasn’t been
with a real man … until now.

I
could blame
my insatiable sexual appetite on the fact I’d been dry in that department for years, but the truth was there was something about Vivian that had all of my self control snapping right in two.

We’d fucked so hard and fierce last night that I was surprised that I could even get hard, but the fucker between my legs was standing at attention. When I saw she’d been watching me cut wood, staring at me like she was picturing me naked, all I could think about was bending her over the deck railing and fucking the hell out of her.

And I planned on doing just that.

Pleasantries and me being a gentleman could happen when I’d sated both of our needs. And I knew she wanted my dick all up in her, because the look she gave me screamed ‘fuck me now’.”

I wanted my hands on her bare ass, wanted my cock buried deep in her pussy, and I was going after that right now.

I was on the deck in seconds flat, stopped right in front of her, and growled low at how good she looked in my clothes. But I need them off her now.

“You look positively wild,” she breathed out.

That’s exactly how I felt when I looked at her.

“Strip for me,” I ordered.

She shivered visibly, but obeyed right away. I made a low sound in my throat at how much that pleased me. I wasn’t going to last long, but right now wasn’t about stamina, but about both of us getting off.

She had the shirt and sweats off in seconds, and for long moments I looked my fucking fill of her. Her tits were big, her nipples a dusky rose color. Her long red hair hung in waves over her shoulders, and her trimmed pussy hair, which was the same shade as the strands on her head, had my cock jerking.

“Red is my fucking favorite color.”

She gasped, but didn’t answer. I knew I’d told her that already, but I didn’t care if I had. I wanted her to know again.

I unbuttoned my jeans, pulled the zipper down, and grabbed my cock. I gave the fucker a few strokes, pre-cum coming out of the slit, and my whole body tensed, that’s how ready I was for her. She watched me jerk off.

S
he’s
the only one he’ll ever want …

T
urning us around
, I walked us backward until the car stopped us from going farther. She had her back to the driver’s side window, and I curled my bigger body around hers, causing her to arch for me. Her breasts were more than a handful, but fit her slender body perfectly. My fingers itched to touch them, to unbutton her shirt, pull the sides apart, and just go to town massaging the globes.

“Touch me,” she whispered, as if she read my mind.

I was about to fucking come right in my jeans, no joke, but I needed to keep my cool. I might be a virgin, but I’d jerked off plenty of times to the image of Isabel in my head, enough that I had self-control down pretty damn well.

I pulled back, forcing myself to break the kiss. Before I undid her shirt, I ran my tongue over first her top lip and then her bottom. She moaned, and I couldn’t help kissing her again, swallowing the sound. Finally, I took a step back, clenching my hands into fists repeatedly as I watched the rise and fall of her breasts under the light pink blouse she wore.

“Please.” She whispered that word on a moan, and my fucking control snapped right in half.

I all but tore those little pearl buttons off, parted the material, and stared down at the white bra she wore. My mouth dry, the fucker in my pants throbbed. Hell, the bra wasn’t anything fancy, just cotton with a little lace detailing around the edges. But the fucking material was transparent, and I could make out the quarter-sized areolae. They were a darker red, and her nipples were hard and pressed against the fabric.

“
Christ
, Isabel.” I dragged my gaze up and looked at her face. Pleasure was clear on her expression. I didn’t want to be crude or too rough, but I didn’t know if I could control myself to be tame. The truth was that jerking off and actually standing in front of Isabel, about to be with her, was really fucking different.

No shit.

“You look scared,” she said softly, and I breathed out slowly.

“I’m not scared, baby. I’m trying not to devour you.” When I opened my eyes, she made this little sound in the back of her throat. I wondered what I looked like to her.

“Maybe I want that.” Her words were heady, softly spoken, and told me exactly how much she wanted this.

“Once I start, I won’t be able to stop.” I wanted to be honest.

“I won’t ask you to stop.”

Good. God.