Until Cobi (Until Her/Him #7)(67)
He thinks he does, but he really has no idea the way I feel for him. I love him, but every time I see him with our daughter, and how devoted he is to her, I know I love him. He’s given me everything along with the proof that love is worth fighting for.
Cobi
A couple of months later …
I wake when I feel the bed shift, and watch Hadley through the darkness get up and leave the room. I start to sit up, but stop when I hear her through the baby monitor still sitting on my nightstand.
I listen, staring at the ceiling, as she talks to Chloe before starting to sing quietly. Since the day we brought Chloe home from the hospital, Hadley has jumped every time Chloe’s made the smallest noise. Always rushing to pick her up before I even have the chance to. I thought with a little time she’d relax, but she hasn’t, and it’s started to worry me. I know she doesn’t want to be anything like her mom was, and she’s not. She’s an amazing mom, devoted, loving, and beyond patient.
When her singing comes to an end, I get up and head out of the room. When I make it to the door to the nursery, I spot Maxim next to the crib asleep then lean against the jamb as my wife places our sleeping daughter in her bed. When she spots me after lifting her head, her expression shifts and pure love shines from her eyes.
I hold out my hand, and when she takes it, I pull her against me. “I would have gotten up with her, baby.”
“I know.” She smiles. “But unfortunately, you’re not equipped with what she needed.”
“I would have brought her to you,” I say as I lead her to our room. Once we’re both in bed, I drag the blankets over us and pull her against my side. I wait until she’s settled before I speak. “You’re a good mom.”
“What?”
I feel her move, and tip my head down to look into her eyes with the light coming in from the street. “You’re a good mom, a great mom, baby, but you’re not a single parent forced to do it all alone,” I tell her, feeling her body get tight against mine.
“I know,” she says quietly, lifting up and placing her hands against my abs. “I just want her to know I’m here. That if she needs me, I’m right there with her. I never want her to question that. Question if I love her. I don’t want her to ever feel alone.”
Fuck. My muscles under her palms get tight, and “Baby” rips from my chest. “She knows. She’ll never doubt that.” I give her a squeeze. “Ever.”
“But what if she does? What if—”
“She’s going to grow up surrounded by love,” I cut her off. “Surrounded by a family and parents who love her. She won’t question that, and she will never—not ever—feel alone.”
“I just love her so much,” she says quietly.
“I know you do, and so do I. I also love you and want to help, so please let me do that.”
“Okay,” she agrees, dipping her head to touch her mouth to mine.
Before she can lean back, I slide my hand into her hair to keep her where she is. “Slip off your nightie and panties, baby. I’m gonna eat you then you’re gonna ride me.”
Her breathy “Okay” is filled with desire and need. As she pulls off her nightie and rolls to her side to slide her panties down her legs, I kick off my pajama bottoms then hook her around the waist, placing her over my face, her thighs on either side of my head.
Her hands slap against the headboard and “Oh” rushes from between her lips. I wrap my hands up and around her thighs then pull her down to my mouth. I groan when her wetness hits my tongue then go at her, licking, sucking, nibbling until her hips start jerking in my grasp, telling me she’s close to losing it. I don’t let up until she cries out and her head falls to rest on the headboard.
Hard as a rock, I wrap one hand around my length and stroke to ease the pressure. Hadley moves, and I adjust with her, holding onto her hip as she lowers herself down on my length. Her wet, tight heat closes around me, slowly making my teeth grind together. “Fuck, but I love this goddamn pussy,” I groan when I’m fully seated within her.
“I love you,” she moans, raising her hips and dropping them slowly. “I love the way you fill every inch of me. God, I feel you everywhere.” Her head falls back and her eyes close. I lean up, capture her nipple between my lips, and roll my tongue over the tightly drawn tip. When her head tilts forward, our eyes lock.
I transfer my mouth to her other nipple, and her thighs around mine tighten while her pussy ripples along my length. “Do not come, Hadley, not until I say.” Her eyes flare and her lashes flutter. “Christ, my wife is gorgeous when she’s taking my cock.” She mewls, coming down harder as I buck up into each and every downward stroke. When my balls draw tight, I slide my hand around her hip and roll my thumb over her clit. “Come with me, baby. Give it to me.”
She clamps down around me, and I hold her still as I lose myself deep inside her. Breathing heavy, my heart pounding against my ribcage, I soak in our connection, the feel of her breath hitting my neck and her soft, warm body limp against mine. I close my eyes. Never could I have imagined a more perfect woman for me than her. She’s every hope, dream, and wish mixed into the perfect package.
“If I was able to design the perfect wife, perfect mother, perfect woman, I still wouldn’t even come close to describing you,” I whisper against the side of her head, and her muscles contract. “Every day, I’m thankful that I get to wake up to you. That I get to spend the rest of my life with you at my side.” I wrap my arms around her back, holding her flush against me. “Chloe is gonna feel the same every day of her life.” Her body bucks against mine and I place my mouth to her ear. “You’re everything to us, baby… fucking everything.”