Page 95 of Pastel Kisses

As long as life doesn’t throw any more curveballs—and the crazies stay far away—we’re going to be just fine.

Avery

The door clicks shut behind the last of them, leaving only Lennox and me in the house—and an unfamiliar, breathtaking silence. No cartoons playing in the background. No little feet pattering across the floor. No cheerful squeals or toy crashes echoing through the halls. Just stillness… and Lennox.

We’re alone.

It takes all of two seconds for that realization to settle in. My pulse kicks up before I even turn around, already sensing him behind me. There’s a shift in the air, warm and electric, like the static before a summer storm. When I face him, he’s leaning casually against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, a small, knowing smile playing at the corners of his lips.

“So…” I draw out the word, my fingers playing with the hem of my oversized shirt—his shirt, actually. “Just us.”

“Just us,” he echoes, pushing off the wall and closing the distance between us with slow, deliberate steps. His eyes trace the length of me, not with hunger exactly—but with reverence. As if he’s been waiting all day for this.

He cups my jaw gently, brushing his thumb across my cheek. “Do you know how long I’ve been dying to get you to myself?” His voice is low, rich with a heat that settles deep in my belly. “No interruptions. No bottles. No cooking. Just you.”

My breath hitches as he dips his head, brushing his lips over mine in the softest tease of a kiss—light as a feather, yet strong enough to send a full-body shiver down my spine. “What do you want to do with all this quiet time?” I whisper, already knowing the answer but loving the anticipation.

His grin turns deliciously wicked. “Oh, I fully intend to make you forget how to form complete sentences.” He steps closer, voice dipping low. “Good thing you and Kam did most of the cooking earlier… you won’t be in any shape to help now.”

I let out a breathy laugh, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Promises, promises.”

The kiss that follows is deeper, more urgent, but still unrushed—like he wants to savor every second. His hands slide over my hips, guiding me backward until the backs of my knees meet the bed. We sink down together in a tangle of limbs and soft laughter. There’s nothing frantic about the way we move. It’s slow and indulgent, like we have all the time in the world.

And for once, we do.

He slips the shirt from my shoulders with a gentleness that makes my heart ache, his fingertips grazing along newly exposed skin like he’s memorizing me all over again. His lips follow in a slow, reverent path—pressing kisses to my collarbone, then lower, down to the curve of my shoulder—each one a silent vow.

“Still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he murmurs against my skin, his voice rough with emotion that wraps around me as surely as his arms.

I draw him closer, needing the feel of him, of us—skin to skin, heart to heart. Warmth radiates between us, steady and familiar, grounding and electric. The moment slows, stretching in that way it always does when it feels like something sacred is unfolding. There’s nothing between us now but love, trust, and that ever-present pull that’s lived between us since the day our lives first tangled.

He’s finally stripped me completely, notching his heavy cock against my entrance, and sliding home in the first thrust. “Damn, Bee.” He grunts, biting my neck, hitting deep again. “Every fucking time, you feel like heaven.”

My back bows, seconds from plunging over the cliff already. “Yes.” I moan. “Harder, Lenn. I need it harder.” I plead. Since our ordeal, I’ve been insatiable. I crave them constantly.

He slips his arms under my knees, folding me up tight, and kissing the tip of my nose before he warns, “Your wish is my command.” And then he moves—purposeful and deep—pouring every ounce of emotion into the space between us.

My cries of pleasure echo softly through the quiet house, filling the space between us like a song only he knows how to play. His name spills from my lips in breathless reverence, like a spell cast on repeat—he’s the center of my world, the magic in my veins.

With every movement, every whispered promise against my skin, he pulls me higher until I’m unraveling beneath him, losing myself in the way he touches me—like I’m sacred, like I’m everything. It doesn’t take long. It never does with him. He knows my body, my heart, my soul. And in less than a minute, I’m falling, trembling in his arms, completely undone.

A deep groan rumbles from his chest as my body tightens around him, drawing him deeper. “Fuuuck!” His rhythm falters as he finds his release, warmth flooding through me. He leans in, forehead resting against mine, and places a tender kiss on the tip of my nose, staying joined. He murmurs against my skin, voice low and teasing, “Gonna stay right here and see if I can talk the universe into giving us twins this time.”

I laugh softly. “You’re starting to sound like Kam,” I tease, my voice low. The truth is, I secretly love it when they get that possessive gleam in their eyes—the way they claim me with the need to breed.

“Absolutely,” he murmurs, voice husky. “I want to see you glowing and round with our baby again. We’ll have Liam buy you more of those silky pajamas—the ones that hug your bump just right. They’re sexy as fuck.”

I giggle, warmth curling in my chest. “Sounds good to me,” I say with a shrug, trying to play it casual—but the smirk on my lips gives me away.

Lennox leans back slightly, a slow, cocky smile spreading across his face as he studies me. “You’d really be good with that?”

I arch a brow, matching his grin. “Of course. We haven’t exactly been careful since Lexxas was born. Honestly, I’m surprised it hasn’t happened already with the way you horndogs operate.”

Lennox laughs softly, the sound warm and low as he curls himself around me, brushing a kiss over my cheek. “You’re just as bad as we are,” he murmurs, his voice husky, full of affection and playful accusation. “But if you’re saying you’re ready…” He trails off, brushing his knuckles along the curve of my jaw. “Then you should know, I’m going to take full advantage. You’ll be pregnant with my twins tonight if I have a say in the matter.” He doesn’t wait for an answer—just captures my mouth in a kiss that steals the air from my lungs. His movements deepen, firm and full of purpose, our bodies moving in perfect rhythm, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing in the quiet room like a vow neither of us needs to speak.

When we finally collapse into each other, breathless and flushed, our hearts thudding in the same steady rhythm, Lennox tugs the blanket up and wraps me in his arms. He presses a warm kiss to my forehead, his voice low and content. “Worth the wait.”

A smile pulls at my lips as I curl into him, brushing a kiss against his chest. “Definitely,” I hum in agreement.

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