Only You (Adair Family #5)(106)

Grasping on to my patience and sympathy when all I wanted to do was hang up and make love to my wife before our child wakened, I nodded and replied quietly, “At six months, Vivien screamed and cried whenever Robyn left the room. It’s just separation anxiety.” He’d called me at five in the morning because Monroe was unable to leave their six-month-old son without him wailing. He wouldn’t sleep unless she was there, and this was a new development.

“Right.” Brodan still sounded troubled.

“Look, if it’s bothering you that much, call your health visitor to ask her for some advice.”

“Nah, nah, I’m sure you’re right.”

I thought of what I’d done with Vivien’s cot during that time. “Why don’t you bring Lennox’s cot right up to Monroe’s side of the bed? That way he can see her, and they can both get some sleep.”

They’d named their son after me. Lennox was my middle name. I’d not only been privileged to marry them in the castle turret that I’d forgotten had been their place as children, but they’d honored me by naming my nephew after me.

Which was why I was being as patient as I was right now.

Brodan sucked in a breath. “Aye, that’s what I’ll do. Thanks, Lachlan. Sorry I woke you.”

“Don’t be. You can call me anytime …” I smirked as my eyes lingered longingly on my wife’s magnificent legs. “Just not anytime in the next hour, all right?”

My brother chuckled. “I hear you.” Then he groaned, “Fuck, I miss my wife.”

Understanding, I assured him, “The first few months are the hardest. Trust me, you find the energy and time for each other again.”

“I’m clinging to that reminder,” he joked. “Anyway, I’ll let you go. Talk soon.”

We hung up and I placed my phone on silent before settling it on the bedside table. The baby monitor beside it barely crackled, informing me my wee angel was still asleep in the next room.

Which was great news for Mum and Dad.

Anticipation and heat thrummed through me as I stared down at this woman who had become everything to me. If I’d thought I loved her before we had Vivien, I was shocked to discover how much more I could adore Robyn Adair after she gave me our daughter. I had friends whose marriages fell apart once they had kids … but ours had only strengthened. Robyn was so calm and collected in the face of the exhaustion and stress of being parents to a newborn. Her patience awed me. We’d cared for each other during the transition from two to three, and it hadn’t pushed us apart at all. Vivien had bound us so tightly together, we were two halves of a whole.

Needing Robyn, I whipped off my pajamas and pushed the duvet cover aside. She shifted in her sleep, lashes fluttering with dreams. I didn’t consider leaving her to sleep. My wife had woken me in the middle of the night last weekend to slake her lust. I grinned at the memory and curled my fingers into her shorts and knickers.

She grumbled as I pulled them down her legs, but her hips shifted instinctually. My cock grew hard as I nudged her legs apart and took in the sight of her.

Robyn awoke with an aroused gasp a few seconds later with my head between her thighs and my mouth on her.

“Lachlan!” she cried and then slapped her hand over her mouth to be quiet.

I lapped at her, licking and sucking her clit. Robyn’s fingers tangled in my hair, tight, holding me to her as she urged her hips against me, riding me.

My grip on her thighs tightened as I devoured my wife.

It didn’t take long.

She came, teeth clenched against the cry of release that wanted to tear from her throat. I missed being loud. Listening to Robyn’s excitement got me off. But our three-year wedding anniversary was coming up very soon, and Arro and Mac had agreed to babysit Vivien for the weekend. I was surprising Robyn with three nights in Paris, and I was going to make my wife scream the roof off our hotel with as many orgasms as we could fit into our stay. I was a bit anxious about leaving Vivien for the first time, but she’d be in safe hands.

And I believed it was good for me and Robyn to have those moments together.

My wife glided her hands over my arms and chest, drawing me to her for a kiss as she still trembled from her release. I took her mouth hungrily as I gripped her by the thigh and opened her. I pushed into her wet heat and growled into the kiss.

Robyn lifted her legs, wrapping them around my hips as I braced myself over her and thrust. Our lips parted on her gasp, and I held her gaze as I slowly fucked her.

“Take off your T-shirt,” I demanded, stilling inside her.

She scrambled to haul it off, her naked breasts trembling with the movement. Her tight nipples taunted me, and I bent my head to suck one into my mouth before she’d even thrown her tee away.

“Lachlan,” she moaned, fingers biting into my back as she undulated in perfect rhythm against me. “Keep going.”

I moved inside her again, lifting my head to watch her flushed reaction.

“Honey, harder!”

“Shh,” I hushed even as I increased the power behind my drives into her.

“Oh, God, yes …” She smoothed her hands down my back to grab my arse. “Harder.”

At the feverish need in her eyes, I got up on my knees, forcing her to unwrap her legs, and gripped the back of her thighs, tilting her hips up. Robyn lost her purchase on me, arms falling to her sides, as she could do nothing but enjoy being fucked as hard as she needed. Her breasts shook with my every thrust, and Robyn’s mouth was wide with her escaping moans, her eyes narrow with lust, her cheeks flushed.