His mouth moves to my neck, where he lightly kisses and nibbles at my throat. “Sorry, sweetheart, it seems I can’t behave myself around you.”
“You don’t have to behave.” Encouraging him, I tilt my hips toward his to rub against the firm ridge in his suit pants. Soon our dancing resembles groping as we kiss deeply and rub up against each other.
“I need you,” he groans against my neck, making my whole body shiver.
“The limo?” There’s no way I’m waiting until we’re home to feel him inside me.
“I won’t make it that long,” he growls.
I’m about tell him it’s only a hundred-yard walk when he tugs me behind a tree and unbuttons his pants. I watch in stunned fascination as he takes his cock from his pants and begins stroking himself. Then he lifts me, tugging up my dress as he goes, and situates me so my back is against the tree and my legs are wound around his waist.
“Tell me to stop if you don’t want this,” he says, pausing for a moment to be sure I’m okay with this.
“Fuck me,” I say.
And he does. He lines himself up and slowly sinks inside me until I feel like I’ve been stretched and filled to my breaking point. Consumed by pleasure, I fuse my mouth to his and we kiss deeply, not caring about oxygen, or the fact we’re in public.
Hanging onto his shoulders, I love the feel of being in his strong arms, and the way he rocks into me over and over again, setting the perfect pace.
“You. Feel. So. Fucking. Good,” he murmurs, burying his face against my neck.
Gripping under my ass, he shoves me up and down on that huge cock of his, massaging me in all the right places. Much too soon, I lose control, my inner muscles clenching around him as I let go.
Reece swears, and thrusts—hard—a final time, his cock swelling within me as he comes.
Afterward, he sets me on my feet and kisses my mouth softly. “That was perfect. Thank you.”
The sticky heat of us between my legs tells me a hot shower will be in order when we get home. Realizing I’m now a mess, I’m thankful when Reece drapes his suit jacket over my shoulders and picks up my shoes. Holding hands, we make our way to the limo, still slightly breathless and with impish grins on our lips.
Epilogue
Reece
Shit. I’m pacing around the apartment, double-checking all the light fixtures and that the windows are locked, when I feel Macey’s presence behind me.
“What are you doing?” she asks, standing with her hand on her hip.
“Checking for any small choking hazards.”
“Behind the curtains? Amelia is three months old. I doubt she’ll be crawling around over there.”
“When do they crawl?” I ask, stopping my search of possible danger and mayhem.
“Usually around nine months or so,” Macey says.
Okay, so I still have a few more months to baby proof. “Sorry, I guess I’m just anxious. I’ve never babysat before.”
Macey smiles warmly. “Come sit down.”
I join her on the couch, and try to relax.
“I’ve babysat lots of times when I was younger, plus we’ve both spent plenty of time around Amelia.”
She’s right. I’m sure it’ll be fine, it’s just that this is a big deal to me. Tonight we’re babysitting for Hale and Brielle so they can go on their first date night since they had Amelia. She’s three months old, and so damn cute. Thank God she looks like her mommy and not her daddy.
There’s a knock at the door and I shoot off the couch. “I’ll get it.”
Macey chuckles at me as I head for the door.
Hale has two diaper bags strapped to him, along with Brielle’s purse, and he looks a little worried. I would be too if I was about to leave a kid with me. Brielle, on the other hand, appears calm and collected as she gently bounces their daughter, Amelia, in her arms.
“I’ll take her.” Brielle smiles and hands Amelia over to me. “Hi, princess.” I look down at her at coo. Her blue eyes light up and she smiles a gummy grin at me.
Macey stands beside me and looks down at the baby.
Brielle strokes her hand through Amelia’s dark hair and smiles. “She needs her bottle at about seven, and then we change her and lay her down by eight.”
“Okay, bottle at seven, diaper at . . . maybe we should write this down,” I say.
“I’ll remember,” Macey assures me, sharing an amused look with Brielle.
Hale begins pulling items from his bag. “This is her favorite dolly. And her binky is the purple one with the princess crown on it.” He hands me a cloth baby doll in a pink dress. “And she likes to be rocked to sleep with her blankie tucked around her.”
“Got it. What about diapers?”
Hale rummages around inside the bag. “I packed twelve. You’ll probably only need one, but you can never be too prepared.”
I nod in silent agreement, trying to soak in every detail. Then I notice Macey and Brielle standing back and gawking at us as if we’re the most comical thing they’ve ever seen.
Two big fucking Doms, and we turn into bumbling idiots around a baby.
Shit.
“It’s a baby, not a rocket ship,” I say, shrugging my shoulders. “We’ll figure it out.”
Hale straightens beside me, realizing how we must look to our women. “Right. It’ll be fine.” He leans in and kisses his daughter’s forehead before taking Brielle’s hand. “Are you ready?”
She nods. “Thank you guys so much for watching her. We’ll only be gone a few hours. And please call me if she gives you any trouble at all.”
“Take your time. You guys deserve this break. Have fun,” Macey says, opening the door for them.
When the door closes behind them and I’m left holding a baby in my arms, I’m really glad Macey’s here with me.
“What should we do now?” I ask.
“Let’s bring her into the living room. We can play for a little bit before it’s time for her bottle.”
I carry her into the living room, and lay her down on the sofa between Macey and me.
“Will you hand me her baby doll?”
Macey grabs the diaper bag with a confused look on her face. “Didn’t Hale have two bags?”
“Uh. I think that second one might have been his toy bag.”
Realization dawns and Macey grimaces. “Let’s file that under information I did not need.” She’s still frowning when she hands me the doll.
I chuckle and go back to playing with Amelia. “How do you feel about one of these?”
“A baby?” Her confusion is obvious, with a furrowed line appearing between her brows.
“Yeah.”
“With you, you mean?”
“I sure as fuck don’t want some other guy knocking up my girlfriend, so yes, with me.” I grin.
She smiles broadly. “I didn’t know you wanted kids.”
We hadn’t talked about that yet, which only makes me realize there is so much to look forward to in our future. “I do. In fact, I want all of it. Marriage, kids, and a house in the suburbs to raise them in.”
“What about the club?”
“The club will always be part of my life, but I’ve thought about hiring a full-time operations manager to run the place for me down the road. I can be a silent owner. I don’t think a BDSM club is a good place to raise a kid. But it could be the perfect place for mommy and daddy to escape to on a date night, don’t you think?” I look down at Amelia and chuckle.