Miles Ever After (Miles High Series)(26)

“Promise?”

My heart breaks a little, this is the first time in our relationship that he has ever admitted that he needs more alone time. I need to make more of an effort after the baby comes. “I promise.” We keep swaying to the music. “We should make a new family tradition.”

“What’s that?”

“You and I should come back here every year on our own for a week. Just the two of us.”

He smiles down at me. “We could do that.”

“Maybe next year we can make another baby or maybe even twins.”

He winces. “Calm down, Anderson. Fuck.”

I giggle and he takes my lips in his with a perfect kiss, tender and loving. Hot and heavy, all the things that my beautiful husband is. His hand slides over my pregnant stomach as he holds me close, I feel his arousal roll in like a fog. We are so physically in sync, it’s like we share a body. “I need to get you home, Mrs. Miles.”

I smile up at him. “Well that depends.”

“On what?”

“On whether you are going to do bad things to my body.”

“That can be arranged.” He smiles darkly as he runs his hand over my stomach once more. “Well, as bad as I can do with you in this condition.”

“You mean the beach ball condition?”

He pulls me by the hand off the dance floor. “I’m talking the orca whale condition.”

I burst out laughing and so does he. “Are you calling me a whale?” I fake gasp.

“Don’t worry, I love whales.” He picks up my coat and handbag. “Especially fucking them.”

I laugh out loud. “You need to stop talking now, Mr. Miles.”

“I know.”



I lie on my side in the darkness, the room is lit only by a lamp and Tristan is lying behind me, his body butted up close to mine. He has my top leg hooked over his forearm as his hand rests protectively over my stomach.

His thick cock slides into my wet flesh and I whimper as my body ripples around his, this is our position of choice right now. We can kiss, and he can fuck me deep without fear of hurting me.

Not that he ever could.

His grip on my stomach gets tighter as he gets faster, the bed begins to hit the wall and I moan, deep and low.

So. Fucking. Good.

“Fuck me,” I whimper into his mouth. “Fuck me deep.”

His eyes flicker with arousal as he picks up the pace, his hips moving at piston pace. The sound of my wet body sucking him in echoes around the room. He reaches up and pinches my nipple and I convulse into an orgasm; I cry out as he does too.

He holds himself deep and I feel the jerk of his cock as it empties inside of me.

He grabs my face and kisses me so tenderly that I melt into him.

We are so in love.





Tristan


Tomorrow is the day.

“Okay, so we have nightgowns.” Patrick and I are doing a last check on Claire’s hospital bag. I was looking in Claire’s purse for something today and I found a list from the hospital about what she should bring with her, it’s the first time I’ve seen it. She is completely disregarding the list.

Patrick and I are not.

I fold the four nightgowns and put them on a pile on the bed, I’ve checked this bag ten times but I keep getting the feeling that we have forgotten something. Now that I have a list I can finally check it for real.

Claire is way too relaxed about all of this, she could care less about what we could forget. It’s a disaster waiting to happen.

“What else is on the list, Tricky?” I ask.

“Toilet rees bag.” Patrick sounds it out.

I put the toiletries bag on the bed. “Check.”

“Sanitary….”

“Check.” I put the three packets of pads onto the bed.

Patrick picks up a packet and turns it around to look at the back. “What even are these things?”

“Pillows for the baby.” I snatch the packet off him and put it onto the bed.

“Black underpants.” He continues reading, he looks up at me. “Why do they have to be black?”

“I don’t know, weird girls’ stuff.” I shrug. “Who knows what goes on down there. Next?”

“Socks.”

I throw six pairs of socks onto the bed. “Actually, she probably needs more.” I go to her drawer and get another two pairs out.

“Clothes for the baby.”

“What?” I frown.

“It says here…clothes for the baby.”

“Give me that.” I snatch the list from him. “She never told me that we needed to pack clothes for the baby.”

He shrugs. “I don’t know.”

I catch sight of Claire outside in the hall. “Claire,” I call. “Come here please.”

She walks in. “Yeah?”

“Did you forget something?” I widen my eyes at her. “Something very important.”

“Like what?”

“Like clothes for the baby?” I gasp. “Do you think this child is going to be a nudist? Like what, is it going to just freeball in the hospital chucking leg-spreads everywhere?”

“You idiot?” She rolls her eyes. “So…. Go pack clothes for the baby, then.” She saunters back out of the room without a care in the world.