Motorcycle Man (Dream Man #4)(79)
“I calculated it,” I told him and stopped speaking.
“Think I already told you we’re skippin’ the back and forth shit, Tyra,” Tack warned and I hastily went on to explain.
“I calculated it. If this works with wooing time, as it were, engagement, wedding, time alone together, by the time we could get down to making babies, you’ll be forty-three, forty-four. And you’ve got two kids already grown. You won’t want to start over.”
His hands slid down to the sides of my neck and he asked, “Who says?”
I blinked again and my heart jumped.
Then I whispered, “You want more kids?”
“Sure. I like kids.”
My heart leaped and my voice was pitched high when I asked, “Really?”
“Yeah.”
“With, uh… me?”
“Seein’ as I’ve made it clear we’re buildin’ somethin’ here then the answer to that is, yeah. Not gonna go out and find another bitch and make babies with her when you’re in my bed.”
I lifted my hands to his chest and slid them down to his flat abs while I leaned into him and whispered, “Seriously?”
“Seriously, babe. What the f**k?”
“I really want kids, Tack, I always have and I was worried you wouldn’t want to do it all over again.”
His hands slid down and around so he was holding me while he stated, “Wasn’t hard the first time.”
I pressed closer to him, my hands sliding around his waist to wrap around his back as I said, “You’d know more than me but still. You’re a guy who lives wild and free. Your kids are almost grown so, when they finish growing and move on, you can be wilder and freer.”
“Baby,” he whispered, giving me a squeeze, “kids are not a ball and chain. There is no greater joy than creating a life, watching it grow and, while it does, helping it thrive. Didn’t feel stuck when God gave me Tabby and Rush. Kids are a big part of the ride of life. Not to mention one of the best parts of that ride. With the right woman, I’d be all over doin’ it again.”
Oh.
My.
God!
That was so beautiful.
“Tack,” I said softly.
“How many you want?”
“Two, maybe three.”
“Figure I could do that,” he muttered.
My arms grew tighter around him, I pressed close and whispered, “Honey.”
His arms grew tighter around me and he asked, “We done with this talk about everything?”
“Yes,” I answered.
“You good?” he asked.
Oh yes. I was good.
I nodded but added another soft, “Yes.”
His hands slid down over my ass and he ordered, “Then hop up, baby. Time to f**k.”
My skin erupted in goose bumps and I hopped up as his fingers dug into my ass and helped by pulling me up. I wrapped my legs around his hips, my arms around his shoulders and I dropped my head, my mouth aiming for his. I hit the target, one of his hands slid up my bare back to my neck and up into my hair, holding my head to his as his tongue spiked into my mouth and he started walking.
Before I knew it, my back hit bed and the heavy warmth of Tack’s body hit mine.
I instantly planted my spike-heel shod foot in the bed and rolled him to his back, me on top where I adjusted so I was straddling him.
“Baby,” he whispered.
“I get to play.”
He was silent a moment before he muttered, “Won’t argue with that.”
This was good since I’d already started and I didn’t start slow. Hands, lips tongue, I explored his chest, spent some time at his ni**les, discovered every inch of his neck, I took my time doing it and I ended at his mouth.
As I kissed him, his hands that as I’d been playing wandered to my back and my ass, yanked up my skirt. They slid over the small of my back and down into my panties where his fingers clenched into my ass. Our kiss was so hot, I started grinding my very female parts against his very hard male parts and one of Tack’s hands slid from my ass, around and in. Then his fingers slid inside the gusset of my panties. At this, I was forced to break the kiss when he hit the spot, my head jerked back and I gasped.
“Oh God,” I whispered after I gasped and his finger slid inside as his thumb hit the spot and I gasped again then repeated a breathy, “Oh God.”
“Ride that, baby,” Tack growled and my h*ps acquiesced to his demand.
He did this a while, it felt good and I tried to kiss him while he did it and succeeded, at first. But I ended up giving up because I was so turned on I was panting against his lips.
I’d moved onto moaning, my h*ps were bucking and it was seriously building when Tack grunted, “Jesus. Fuckin’ hell. Greedy.”
He was so right. I so was.
Then his hand between my legs was gone, his hand at my ass was gone, both were at my waist and I was flying through the air while being twisted.
I landed on my back deeper in the bed and my panties were torn down my legs. Then my legs were yanked apart. Then Tack’s mouth was there.
Yes.
I slid my fingers in his hair, Tack tossed my legs over his shoulders, I dug my heels in, lifting my h*ps to get more of his mouth and I whispered, “Honey.”
Tack growled between my legs and it felt so good my h*ps jerked. He cupped my ass in both hands, pulling me up, taking me harder with his mouth and my h*ps jerked again.