Sweet Child o' Mine (3 page)

Her
head came up. “It might take a while to get to those, Ian. I plan to breastfeed.
You know how sensitive they are now.”

They
were crazy sensitive now. He could lick one and practically make her come. Her
whole body had been sensitive lately. After the initial vomiting period,
Charlie had been all about getting a little something something, until the
final month when she’d been somewhat miserable because she had two extra humans
in her body.

Why
did his sperm have to be overachieving? Two babies? Three girls. He was going
to be so overwhelmed.

He
growled and pushed her back to his cock. “I do not need to talk about lactation
right now.” Although her breasts were larger. Plump and round. Sexy. He knew
the reasons for the change, but he couldn’t see her as anything but stunning.
And his.

“I
built a privacy room that’s just for us, baby.” He wouldn’t have to share it
with anyone because there were plenty. He’d built them a suite complete with a
massive bathroom. The shower and soaking tub
were built
for the two of them. The tile
was heated
because her
feet were always cold and the towel racks warmed the big fluffy bath sheets
he’d ordered for her. The bed was huge and there would be an armoire stocked
with everything he would need to torture his pretty submissive. In that room
they wouldn’t be husband and wife. They wouldn’t be partners. They wouldn’t be
parents. In that room, they would be lovers, Master and sub. Ian and Charlie.

“I
can’t wait to see it.” She sucked the head of his cock, sending pleasure
coursing through his system. Her tongue bathed his dick. Over and over, she
laved
him with affection.

He
was a possessive asshole, but he wasn’t going to change. She belonged to him.
She’d belonged to him since that moment he’d looked across the dungeon floor in
Paris and saw her. Back then she’d had dark hair, but that mischievous grin had
been the same.

That
very night he’d approached her and negotiated a scene. He’d spanked her and
they’d been in this very position about two hours after meeting. She’d been on
her knees, sucking his cock like she would die without it.

Suddenly,
he needed more. As she sucked him, he could see it—their life together playing
out in sharp scenes in his head. Those first days when he realized what it
meant to go crazy over a woman. He’d never wanted anyone the way he had
Charlie. It had been refreshing and terrifying all at one. That first time he’d
slid into her body, forcing his way in as she clung to him.
Sweet
Child o’ Mine
had played throughout the club and they’d taken way
longer in the privacy room than he’d signed them up for. He saw her standing
there in London as he’d made her his wife and no matter what he did, he would
always see her dead. It was always on the edge of his consciousness. He knew
what it felt like to lose Charlie.

And
to get her back. He could feel himself opening the door the night Alex and Eve
had remarried. One moment changed everything. One turn of a doorknob had
shifted him into another world—one where Charlie was alive again.

He’d
fought her. He’d fought so hard and now he couldn’t think of a single reason
why. He should have gotten on his knees and thanked the fucking universe for
the second chance he’d been given.

There
was no one—no other woman in the world—who moved him, who challenged him, who
completed him.

He
tugged her off his dick. If she went much longer, he would come in her mouth,
and that wasn’t what he needed. He needed communion. His love for her was
sacred and he needed to pray. “No, Charlie. I want to get inside you. I need to
be inside you.”

He
stood, not giving a damn that his slacks slid off. He reached down to draw her
up. She was heavier, but that was only because she was carrying their babies.
The truth was, she was beautiful always to him. She could gain or lose weight,
grow older, change her hair. It wouldn’t matter. He would see her one way. He
was surprised to find out the Charlie of his dreams wasn’t the woman he’d first
met. She’d been amazing. She’d haunted his dreams for years, but when he closed
his eyes, the Charlie he saw was the one he’d opened the door to. The one who
had been smart enough and brave enough to find her way home. The one with
strawberry blonde hair. She’d gotten on her knees for him that night, too.

“Charlie
Taggart,” he said in an authoritative voice as his hands found her hips.

Despite
the fact that she was tall for a woman, she had to look up at him. “Yes, Ian?”

He
stared at her as though he could imprint his will on her. “Did I ever say thank
you?”

Her
lips curled up slightly. “You rarely do, but you don’t need words to say how
you feel. I know.”

But
she deserved the words. “Thank you for coming back for me.”

Her
face softened and reached up to touch his, her fingertips sliding along his
jaw. “Babe, there was never a question of that. I will always find my way back
to you.”

“I
love you and you should know that if you die on me again, I’ll find you. I
won’t let us be apart again.”

“Never
again,” she promised. “Ian, I’m going to be okay.”

She
always saw through him. He lowered his mouth to hers. “You better be or there
will be hell to pay. I love you.”

“Back
at you, Taggart.”

Her
arms went around his neck and he stopped thinking about anything but getting
inside her. His tongue plunged deep and met with hers, sliding together. He
caressed those sensitive breasts and felt her shudder in his arms. She was
right. He’d spent the last few weeks treating her like she was fragile, but his
Charlie was strong enough to handle almost anything. He drew her close and
circled one of her nipples with his thumb. Even under the cotton shirt and bra
she was wearing, he could feel the nipple go rigid, begging for his tongue and
mouth. He unbuttoned her blouse and drew the strap of her bra down so he could
release one plump breast.

“Please,
Ian,” she murmured as his hand cupped her. “Please touch me everywhere. I miss
this so much.”

He
kissed his way down her neck, her skin so familiar and yet always so exciting
to him. This was his true home. This woman. They could be anywhere in the world
and as long as he was with her, he was home.

He
leaned over and gently captured that pert nipple between his lips. He was
careful with her, licking around the areola before sucking it into his mouth.
Charlie shook in his arms, her hands finding his hair and fingernails
scratching along his scalp. He fucking loved that. He pulled on her clothes
until she was bare from the waist up and he got those breasts in his hands. He
dropped to his knees and began to drag the voluminous cotton skirt she wore
over her big belly.

“You’re
sure it’s not horrible?” She stared down at him.

She
might still get a spanking. He dragged on the skirt until it hit the floor and
then ran his hands over the outrageous curve of her stomach, smiling when
something kicked back at him. His girls. They weren’t calm or patient. They
wriggled around as though anxious to get this life going. He kissed her belly.
“You are the most beautiful woman in the world, and just for that I’m putting
you on the human hamster wheel. No talking shit about my property.”

She
was his and no one talked shit about his queen. Not even his queen.

He
gently eased her back on his desk, his hand running down between her legs. He
could already smell her arousal. Sweetest damn smell in the world. His fingers
found her, parting her and playing through her labia. So hot. She was already
wet for him.

Charlie
spread her legs for him.
She was supported by his desk
,
her palms flat behind her so she leaned back to where she could get comfy.
Yeah, he could work with this position. He circled her clit.

“Hamster
wheel?” Her voice came out in a breathy pant. “You can’t be serious.”

Oh,
he was serious. “Top of the line. And after you’re through breast feeding, I’ll
trade out the little water bottle for vodka.”

She
threw her head back and laughed, the sound sweet to his ears. Like everything
his wife did, she laughed with great enthusiasm. She moaned as she tilted her
pelvis up. “That feels so good. And you’re insane if you think I’m running on a
hamster wheel. Hey, maybe we should get one for the girls. If they’re anything
like their cousin, they’ll be rambunctious. Carys is a little ball of energy.
We can let them run on the hamster wheel for a couple of hours a day and then
they’ll sleep.”

And
she matched him for deviousness. “Done, baby. I knew Sean was too easy on that
kid. He lets her play with Aidan and Tristan. He’s asking for her to get
involved in some weird ménage thing.”

“Yes,
right there. Oh, right there.” Her head dropped back. “And you have to go easy
on the boys. They’re infants. They’re not trying anything.”

He
wasn’t so sure, but he would keep his own counsel on that one. And he was
definitely watching the boys in his daughters’ playgroup. He might even have a
little man to baby talk with all of them so those boys knew the lay of the
land. Charlie had liberal ideas about how girls
should be
raised
. He was thinking about going old school and locking them in a
very nice cloister for the first forty years or so.

She
was close, but Ian liked to tease. He withdrew his hand.

His
wife’s head came up, those gorgeous eyes flaring. “Ian!”

He
was ahead of her. He lined his cock up and started to work his way in. He
spread her wide but kept the penetration shallow. In another two months or so
he would take her hard and plunge deep, but he was careful now. “I’ll give you
what you need, baby.”

He
found her clit again and pressed down as he thrust inside her.

Something
kicked him hard, a sure sign that those girls were going to make his sex life
very difficult. Luckily, he didn’t let anything get to him when he was fucking.
They could kick all they liked. This was his time.

Charlie
tightened around him, but he was ready. She responded so easily to him, as
though she was always primed to take pleasure from him. He set a steady rhythm
and watched as her breasts bounced as she moved against him, trying to force
him in deeper. It wouldn’t work. He controlled this, but he liked to watch her
fight for her orgasm. He pressed hard again, the pad of his thumb tight to her
clit, and she flushed. Charlie’s body tightened and her eyes went soft. She
called out his name and squeezed him tight.

This
was what he’d needed. Connection. When he was inside her, everything was right
with the world. The rest of it—the worry and fear—it fell away until there was
only her and pleasure.

He
felt his balls draw up and thrust faster, getting just a bit deeper. It wasn’t
all he wanted. He wanted to be balls deep, but he would take her any way he
could get her. He was addicted to this woman. He craved her.

He
let go and his orgasm flooded his system with pure joy. The world seemed softer
than before, his troubles further away. He pumped into her, giving her
everything he had.

He
sighed and reached for her, pulling her close. Her belly was between them and
the girls seemed more active. He chuckled as he kissed her nose. He even loved
her damn nose with its light dusting of freckles. “That didn’t make them
happy.”

Charlie
laid her head on his shoulder. “It made me happy.” She draped herself around
him. “I swear they’re fighting for dominance in there.”

He
ran a hand over her flesh. “They’re Taggarts. What else would they be doing?”
He suddenly wanted to stay this way, alone with her, naked with her. “Baby, why
don’t you get dressed and I’ll take you home. We’ll take the rest of the week
off. Hell, let’s take vacation and we’ll wait for the babies.”

She
turned her head up, a little frown on her face. “I really am fine, Ian.”

She
wasn’t because she obviously didn’t understand him. “I wasn’t concerned about
your health.” Though he really always was. “I want to be alone with you. In a
few days, there won’t be much alone time. I want some peace before the demons
show up.”

She
laughed and lightly slapped him across the chest. “Stop calling our daughters
demons, Ian Taggart. They are going to be sweet little ladies.”

“So
you cheated on me with the UPS guy?” Because his daughters likely wouldn’t be
very ladylike. Not if they took after their dad.

She
hugged him again and then pushed away, getting to her feet. He kept his hands on
her, making sure she didn’t fall. She looked him up and down. “You are the only
man in the world who can have his junk hanging out like that and I still find
attractive. Naked is so much hotter.” She proved it by turning around and
walking toward the bathroom conveniently located a few feet away.

“You
didn’t let me get undressed, baby. You were too hot for that.” He bent over and
dragged his slacks up, tucking his shirt back in. His body was humming and the
sight of his gorgeous wife walking across the room made him wonder if they
shouldn’t take a nice long shower before they went home.

She
disappeared behind the door.

Why
not take the next few weeks off? Alex could handle the administrative crap and
Simon could deal with clients and operative questions. They didn’t have too
much on the docket. Sully had written him a hefty check despite the fact that
it hadn’t taken him more than a few moments to solve the case.

He
could easily spend a few weeks nesting with his wife, and he could start by
washing that lovely body of hers off in the shower he’d had installed a few
years back. Back then that bathroom had been all about function. He often slept
at the office in the early days. Now it was definitely helpful for those times
when he and the missus decided to get their freak on.