Page 108 of Never Really Over

Family dinner includes Dalton. Never imagined the possibility, but here we are.

Over coffee, Layla and Stan discuss one of their clients before shifting to the topic of what they have planned for their day with Chase and Natalia.

“You’re taking them golfing?” I ask, laughing, imagining how this is going to go. Stan and Maureen aren’t necessarily avid golfers, but I can’t imagine Natalia or Chase having even a modicum of the amount of the attention span they need to golf.

Stan shrugs. “Sure. It’s at the small course a few towns over and I think they’ll have fun. It’s a beautiful day, and it’s not like we’re in a tournament or anything. Just hitting a few balls around.”

“They don’t have clubs, Stan,” Layla says gently.

The twinkle in his eye tells me she’s wrong.

“Sure they do.”

“Stop spoiling them.”

He takes a big sip of coffee and sets his cup back down on the table. “That’s what grandparents are for, Layla.”

“Just don’t expect too much. They’re five and two. They’re too young…”

He waves her concerns off. “I know that. I figure Chase will probably end up throwing the ball more than hitting it. Even if we only go through one hole, it’ll still be fun to get them out there. We’ll have lunch at the club so they can have a martini and cigar, and watch a strip show.”

Layla starts laughing. “You’re such a jerk.”

“Says the guy who’s watching your kids today so you can… what, exactly?” Stan teases, knowing the reaction he’s about to receive.

Layla blushes. They know our dates tend to be a little different than the typical, spending most, if not all, of our time in the bedroom. And when I say they know, I mean they know that we’re spending our time at home rather than going out. We’re not about to tell them that we spend it naked.

With three kids and one on the way, we don’t get a lot of time alone. Dates out of the house don’t appeal because we’d rather spend our time wrapped in each other’s arms.

Fifteen minutes later, I’m jamming the SUV into park and racing Layla to the house. At six months pregnant, her stomach swollen with my baby inside, she doesn’t move as quickly as she does not pregnant.

But once we’re inside, she moves at lightning speed to remove my clothes. She strips my shirt off first, tossing it aside and starts unbuttoning my shorts.

“Eager?”

“Horny,” she corrects.

“When aren’t you?” I tease.

It’s not just because she’s pregnant. Since we got back together, we haven’t come up for air.

“You love it.”

“I love you.”

“Fuck me already.”

“Such sweet words,” I coo, thrusting my hands into her hair and kissing her hot and rough.

We stumble through our bedroom door, collapsing onto the bed in a tangle of arms and legs.

When I suck on one of her nipples, she cries out, fisting my hair and holding me close to her. Her breasts were always sensitive but when she’s pregnant, they’re even more so. I love it. I can make her come just by sucking on her nipples but I have more plans on what I want to do with her. We have hours by ourselves, and I plan to take full advantage of it.

After bringing her to the brink, I kiss my way down her body, splaying my hand over her belly.

“So fucking sexy,” I murmur.

“Mmm,” she hums.

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