Until the End (Sea Breeze #9)(55)

I sank down onto the edge of the bed, letting his words sink in.

My sister had left a note. She had really left Larissa. Oh God. And Marcus’s parents? I glanced up and looked at my husband as he paced back and forth, running his hand through his hair.

“He was at my mother’s house. My dad was there like he belonged there. Like he hadn’t broken her heart. Like he hadn’t thrown her aside like she meant nothing to him. But she was holding his hand, Low. Holding his f**king hand.”

Wow. Just . . . wow.

He stopped pacing and looked at me. “He’s moving back in. Mom is going to raise Larissa and give her the motherly affection she needs until Tawny decides she can be a mother. I swear, Low, my mother is some saint. The Catholic church needs to take note of this f**king madness.”

My man was a swirl of emotions, and I was just sitting here letting him lose it. Standing up, I wrapped my arms around his waist and held on to him. “Take a deep breath,” I told him. “Your mother has always been a saint. We already knew that. This shouldn’t surprise you so much. She’s accepted Larissa and been nothing but sweet to her. You’ve seen it. I’ve seen it. She’s a good woman. The best. She raised you, didn’t she?”

Marcus sighed and pressed a kiss to my ear. “My mother is a wonderful woman, but she isn’t the best,” he said, before kissing my cheek. “I got the best right here in my arms.”

Smiling, I slipped my arms up his chest and latched them around his neck. “They’re adults, Marcus. If they are ready to fix what was broken, it’s their decision. Your mother is a smart woman. She wouldn’t agree to anything lightly. I have no doubt in my mind that man had to beg and prove himself. As for Larissa, that’s a really good place to grow up. If my stupid, selfish sister doesn’t come back, Larissa will have a life that she deserves. She’ll get to see what real princesses have in life. A mother like yours and a father who wants to be at home with his family. Not hiding from the raging, crazy woman he’s married to.” I ran my hands through the hair at the base of his neck and smiled up at the man who owned my soul. “Things will be okay. Believe that.”

Marcus lowered his head and kissed my lips gently. I opened to him immediately, and his tongue slipped inside my mouth, tasting me as if I was his last meal on earth. I enjoyed having my mouth ravished by my husband.

When he pulled back, he gave me that intense look I loved. It excited me. “You are my center. You keep me grounded. You calm me down. You help me see things in a better light. What I feel for you is so much more than love, Willow Hardy, that I don’t have a name for it.”

I loved it when he said things like this. I had a very romantic man. “Then show me,” I whispered, stepping back and slipping my T-shirt off. “You get a bonus tonight. I smell like cookies,” I teased him.

A predatory gleam lit his eyes as he loosened his tie and jerked it off, then began unbuttoning his shirt as I slipped off my shorts and panties under his watchful eyes.

“You can smell like cookies, but that pu**y better smell like my sweet pu**y is supposed to smell. I’ve been thinking about it all damn day. Especially with the naughty little teasing text you sent me at lunch.”

Laughing, I backed up and crawled to the center of the bed. I sat on my bottom, then let my legs fall open. Marcus’s eyes turned into hot, smoldering flames as he swore, then yanked his slacks off along with his boxers and came at me.

His head went directly between my legs, and I fell back, gasping for air. He didn’t take time to tease me tonight. His tongue ran directly over my cl*t before he f**ked me with his mouth.

Marcus

Low always tasted so amazing. The more turned on she was, the sweeter she tasted. I kept her legs open with both my hands until she was crying out and gasping for breath after coming down from her first orgasm. She tried to push me away and I didn’t let her. I loved licking her while she went crazy from how sensitive the release had left her clit.

When she started panting and begging me, I grinned, then let her have a moment. She gave me a sleepy smile that said she loved it when I was bad. While she got her breath back, I slid my hands over her swollen stomach. My daughter was safely tucked inside there. We had a couple more months before Crimson Joy Hardy was due to enter our lives.

The third bedroom had already been painted a sky blue with purple polka dots. Every weekend Willow had something else for us to work on in Crimson’s room. I knew how quickly it all went. It seemed just like yesterday my little boy was born. I wanted to soak up every minute of it. Not waste a moment.

Willow was biting her bottom lip and watching me closely when I looked back up at her. “It’s big,” she said.

I nodded. Her stomach was getting bigger. But she knew I loved that she was carrying my baby in there. I moved my hands up to cup her br**sts. “And these are bigger.”

Willow started to laugh, but it became a moan as I pulled one of her perfect pink ni**les into my mouth.

After lavishing both her br**sts with attention, I moved up to kiss the spot on her neck that made her squirm. Then I grabbed Willow’s waist as I rolled onto my back and pulled her on top so that she was straddling me. “Take it, baby,” I told her, moving her h*ps back until the tip of my erection pressed into her.

“M’kay,” she breathed out, then lifted her h*ps and sank down on me. “AAAAAH!” she cried.