Until the End (Sea Breeze #9)(85)

That was funny now, but that shit wouldn’t be funny in ten years. Eli Hardy was Low’s boy, and I loved him. But he’d better never look at Bliss as anything more than a friend. My little girl was too good for any male out there.

“Mmmm . . . you feel good,” Eva mumbled in her sleepy voice as she stretched out, throwing a leg over me.

“Hell yeah, I do,” I agreed with her, and she let out a soft giggle.

When she was done stretching and making me horny as f**k, she tilted her head back to look up at me. She didn’t say anything at first. Then she gave me a teary smile. “Our little girl is three. How did that happen? She was just born.”

I imagined one day we’d be saying this when she graduates from high school, and then when we send her off to college. Then the day she gets married . . . Wait, no. That shit ain’t happening. No getting married. Until she was, like, maybe forty, or I was dead.

“She’s excited about it. Didn’t think she’d ever go to sleep last night,” I said, thinking about her telling me who all was coming and what games they were going to play.

“She likes to be the center of attention,” Eva said, then smirked at me. “A lot like her daddy.”

I bent my head and took a nip of Eva’s earlobe. “I have no idea what you’re referring to.”

She giggled and squirmed, pressing her br**sts to my chest. All the thoughts of today left me, and I was very focused on my na**d wife. Pulling her on top of me, I claimed her mouth with mine.

“Cage, we can’t,” she said, wiggling on top of me. “We will wake up Bliss.”

“We can be quick and quiet. Try not to scream my name,” I said, picking her up and sliding inside her easily. “Fuuuuck yeah, that’s the way to wake up,” I whispered in her ear as she made her sweet, sexy noises and then pressed her face into my chest to smother her sounds.

“You’re soaking wet. Someone else woke up horny too,” I teased.

She lifted her head and glared at me, then moaned. “Stop talking. I’m trying to be quiet.”

I reached back and tugged on her hair, then licked a trail up her neck.

“Cage,” she whimpered, then bit down on her bottom lip again.

“Ride me hard, baby. Make it fast,” I told her as I lifted my h*ps and pushed deeper inside.

Pleasure lit her eyes, and I covered her mouth with my free hand. Her teeth bit down on my palm. “Fuck yeah, bite me,” I encouraged.

She started rocking back and forth while moaning into my hand. “I said ride me, not play with me.”

Her eyes flashed. She lifted her hips, and the slaps of our bodies hitting each other filled the room. Over and over again, until she cried out into my hand and I followed right behind her.

Eva

Being married to Cage York was never dull. This morning was just one example. I smiled as I flipped the chocolate chip pancakes Bliss had requested this morning. The fireworks Cage always managed to set off in my body still left tingles between my legs an hour later. He was just really good at that. And he was mine.

“Can I put on my new sparkly tutu now, Mommy?” Bliss asked from her chair at the table.

“No, sweetie, you could get syrup or chocolate on it. Wait until after you eat breakfast to get dressed for the party,” I told her.

She sighed dramatically. Bliss did everything very dramatically. Even sleep. She was impossible to sleep with. The moving and talking that went on was cute but kept us up most of the night.

“Can I wear my boots with my new tutu so I can go help Daddy feed the cows?” she asked.

As much as Cage would get a kick out of her strutting out there in her sparkly tutu and the work boots he had bought her for when she helped him feed the cows and spread the hay, I couldn’t let her do that. She’d be so upset if it got dirty before her party. Those were tears I didn’t want to happen on her big day.

I scooped her pancakes onto the pink ballerina plate she loved and walked over to set it down in front of her. “You could get the tutu dirty out there too. Maybe you could wear the tutu you wore to help Daddy outside yesterday.”

She scrunched up her little nose. “Um, no. That one needs to be washed.”

Yes, it did, and whichever one she wore outside to help Cage today would need to be washed too. “Well then, wear your blue one. It’s clean.”

Bliss picked up her fork and took a bite of her pancakes. “Okay. That works.”

The things that kid said sometimes. With a smile I went back to the stove to clean up the mess I’d made from Bliss’s special birthday breakfast. It was what she ordered every Saturday morning, but it was what she wanted, so I made them. I had apple cobbler to make and pasta salad to fix before lunchtime. I had made everything else last night. Including the cake. Cage was grilling ribs for the party because they were Bliss’s favorite food.

“Mmmmm, these are good, Mommy. Best pancakes in the whole universe,” Bliss said as she ate.

She used to say the world until she recently learned that the universe was bigger.

“That’s because I made them for my most favorite girl in the universe,” I told her, then focused on cutting up the veggies for the pasta salad.

Cage

Standing over by the grill with a beer in my hand, I took in the scene in my backyard. My best friend, Willow Hardy, was once again pregnant. She was sitting in the swing under the tree with her feet propped up on her husband’s legs. Willow and Marcus’s son, Eli, was with Bliss, sliding down the large inflatable water slide we had rented for the event.