Page 17 of The Claiming Series: Collection 1
Five Years Later…
“Daddy, me hungwy!”
I look down at Jake, his blonde hair curling around his forehead and ears. He rubs a chubby hand over his stomach, looking at me with big, hazel-brown eyes, the same shade as his mama’s.
“You’re always hungry, squirt!” I reply, swinging him up into my arms and kissing his cheek.“Don’t worry. Mommy’s on her way with takeout.”
“Me like buggers!” Jake says with a toothy smile. He’salmost two years old and the light of our lives.
I laugh at his mispronunciation. “I think you mean burgers!”
“Wiv cheese and fwies,” he nods enthusiastically.
“Is there any other way to eat them?” I ask seriously.
“And ‘mato ketchup!” he announces, throwing his arms wide.
He’s so damn cute, but that’sto be expected since helooks just like his beautiful mama. He has the same ability to brighten up a room like Ivy does. But one thing he’s inherited from me is his appetite.He’s always hungry.
I’m always hungry too, but most of the time, it’s for my wife. She’s only grown more beautiful during the last five years, and when she was pregnant with Jake, I couldn’t keep my fucking hands off her. Not that she minded. She craves my cock like I crave every precious inch of her.
Which is why she’s pregnant again. I’m forty-four years old, but she makes me feel like a horny teenager.My favorite place to be is inside her tight, wet pussy.
Today is our fifth wedding anniversary. Kathy is coming by to babysit her grandson while I take my wife out for a candlelit dinner for two at her favorite Italian restaurant. She works damn hard as a pediatric nurse, and she deserves a little pampering.
Which is why she’s grabbing takeout for the little monster on her way home. Jake wanted to come with us tonight, so we blackmailed him with his favorite “bugger and fwies”—not something we often do, but tonight is our night. No little third wheels, no matter howcute he is. Besides, he loves his Grandma Kathy, and she adores him, spoiling him rotten with her time and attention.
“I’m home!” a voice calls, followed by the sound of the front door closing. “Is there someone here who likes cheeseburgers?”
“Me!” Jake shouts,wrigglingout of my arms andmaking a beeline for his mama as she enters the living room.
She’s wearing her usual work uniform of black pants and tunic. The tunic is colorful, printed with cartoon characters, making her more relatable to the kids she works with. I love that she’s doing a job she adores and finds so rewarding. I decided to reduce my hours at my construction company to take care of Jake. I wouldn’t trade the last two years with my son for anything.
“Hey, munchkin!” Ivy grins, crouching down to scoop him up. She buries her nose in his neck, and he giggles. “I missed youtoday.”
“Did you miss me, too?” I ask with a quirk of my eyebrow.
“I always miss you,” Ivy replies, giving me a meaningful glance over our son’s head.
My eyes drop to her swollen belly. Three more months until we get to meet our daughter. Fuck, she’s sexy when she’s carrying my babies. Her eyes catch fire at the look in mine, and I know she’s going to ride me like a rodeo queen later.
Her tawny eyes darken, and she licks her lips. Okay, maybe sooner rather than later.My woman is even hornier when she’s pregnant, much to my delight.
We sit opposite Jake at the dining table while he eats, catching up on each other’s day while he chatters away in the background.I massage herlower back as I sit next to her, watching with pleasure as goosebumps rise on her arms. She’s as affected by my touch now as she was our first time together. It humbles me.
I move my hand further down, teasing the sensitive spot right at the base of her spine that drives her crazy. Her breath catches, and her nipples stiffen beneath her tunic. I can’t help the tiny growl that escapes my throat. I want them in my mouth so I canlick and bite them until she’s squirming and panting for me.
My cockis throbbing behind the seam of my jeans. He needs to satisfy himself in one of her pretty little holes. He’s not fussy about which one, and neither is Ivy. I’m not sure where she loves my cock best, in her tight pussy, her pretty mouth, or pumping into her ass.
“All done!” Jake announces happily, a smear of tomato ketchup across his cheek as he shows us his empty plate.
“I think you inhaled that!” Ivy smiles, moving away to pluck Jake from his booster seat while I clear up after him.
“Can I watch Paw Patrol, Mama?” he asks, settling hopeful brown eyes on her.
“Go wash up, and I’ll put it on for you,” she nods, setting him on his feet and watching affectionately as he waddles off to the bathroom.
Her eyes snap to me, alive with desire. “Think you can come up with something creative in the bedroom for ten minutes while he watches his favorite cartoon?”
