Music of the Soul (Runaway Train, #2.5)(47)

“Maybe you just had a delay.”

My brows rose. “You think?”

She nodded. “With the twins in the NICU, you haven’t had a chance to be around them like normal babies. After what happened with Jules in the delivery room, it’s only natural that you’ve had your guard up worrying about them. That worry also erected somewhat of a wall to where you couldn’t allow yourself to feel as much for them as you would like.”

“It was Abby, too,” I murmured.

Laura’s forehead crinkled. “You were worried about something happening to her?”

“I was worried that if something happened to one or both of the twins, she wouldn’t be able to handle it. I guess at first, I wanted them to live for her, not necessarily for me. Now that’s changed.” I gazed down at Jules and felt like my chest would explode from the overwhelming emotions coursing through me. “Everything’s changed.”

The old me would have been freaked out by that thought, but the new me—the one who was now a father—was pretty damn content. I didn’t know how it would all work out, but deep down, I knew we would be fine. We’d be perfect.





Instead of my usual morning wake-up call of one or both of my babies crying, Jake’s warm, moist lips kissed a trail up my neck and then over my chin. At the same time, his hand snaked over my hip to dip between my legs. Working me over my thin panties, I moaned and pressed myself back against him, feeling his heated desire burning against my leg.

Flicking my gaze to the antique clock on the nightstand, I knew we had about a ten minute window before the twins were awake and needing me. Turning over, I met Jake’s frenzied kiss, his tongue darting eagerly into my mouth. When he pulled away to give me a wicked grin, my heartbeat accelerated in my chest. “Will you be okay with a quickie?” I murmured against Jake’s lips.

“I’ll take whatever you can give me, Angel.”

“Hmm, then give me all you got.”

So we wouldn’t waste any time, Jake didn’t even bother removing my pajama top. Instead, he did a one handed removal of my panties and tossed them over the side of the bed. He was out of his boxers in a flash. Since his hand had done a pretty good job getting me ready for him, he spread my thighs and nudged his erection at my center.

“Oh Angel, I love when you’re so wet for me,” he murmured, as he nuzzled his face into my neck.

I widened my legs and brought my hand between us to ease him home. When he was buried deep inside me, we both groaned with pleasure. While the twins continued sleeping soundly in the crib across from our bed, Jake pumped hard and furiously in and out of my body. Our roles of husband and wife were momentarily taking precedence over those of mommy and daddy. As I ran my hands over Jake’s bare shoulders and back, our eyes remained locked on each other. The frequency of sex had certainly changed with the arrival of the twins, but when we were together, our connection was still as strong. It was something I knew I wanted to work on—I was a mother, but I was still Jake’s wife. Since we had always had such a deep, physical connection, I wanted to continue making love to him as much as possible.

Although I knew Jake was close, my mind kept overriding my pleasure whenever I would feel the tingles begin. Sensing my need, Jake’s hand reached between us, and his deft fingers sought out my swollen clit. He rubbed and tweaked it until I no longer trapped by my mind—I was completely surrounded by pleasure. “Jake!” I cried, as I tensed and came. He followed shortly with me.

After he was finished, we lay entangled in each other’s arms. I drew lazy circles with my fingers over his taut back muscles. “Pretty good way to start a morning, huh?” he asked, breaking the silence.

I giggled. “I’d say so.” Grasping at the strands of his hair, I tugged, pulling his face up to look at mine. “I love you, Jake.”

“Mmm, I love you, too, Angel.” He brought his lips to mine. Just as we were getting carried away again, Jax’s agitated grunt came from the crib. It was shortly followed by a wail, and then Jules started in with him.

“Guess that’s our cue,” I said, after I broke off the kiss.

“You go get cleaned up from our morning exertions, and I’ll get the hellions changed,” Jake said.

I laughed. “Okay.” As he rolled out of bed, I took in an appreciate eye-full of his delicious ass as he slid on his boxers. I then got up and padded over to the bathroom as Jake headed to the crib. For the moment, our bedroom was doubling as a second nursery. It just made more sense to have the twins close to us, rather than upstairs.

After I finished my morning business and cleaned up, I went back into the bedroom. My heart warmed at the sight of Jake standing over the crib, singing to the twins as he changed diapers. He was truly a sight to behold with all his muscles and tattoos. Of course, the twins were not appreciating his performance. Instead, they were wailing so loud that Angel began to howl along with them.

“Don’t encourage them,” I said to Angel, patting her on the head.

Once I was back in bed, I started unbuttoning my pajama top. Jake’s singing ceased as he leaned over the crib’s edge. “Shh, it’s okay. Daddy’s here, and he loves you,” Jake murmured. No matter who was closest to the edge, he always picked Jules up first. I don’t know if it was because she was tinier, the youngest, or he felt that protective Daddy vibe because she was his baby girl.