Page 127 of Delivery After Dark
Like the night before, he was right behind her as they sprinted up the stairs. Again, the key and lock gave her some grief. He reached around her to help. They were laughing as they almost fell through the door, dropping their coats on the floor. Morgan put his hands on her hips to steer her straight into the bedroom, tugging at her top, easing it over her head and tossing it aside in the smoothest of smooth moves.
Then he wrapped his arms around her from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder. “This feels so good, Sierra. Better than anything ever has.”
She covered his hands with hers. “For me, too.”
“All I want is more of it. More of you.”
“Same.” She patted his hand. “Let me turn around.”
He held on tighter. “In a minute.”
* * *
Mac bided his time. He enjoyed watching Maddie cut loose with their friends and family as they listened to their favorite performers. Seeing her talking and laughing with their closest people reminded him of a hundred other similar nights before they had five kids and rarely left the house anymore.
This season in their lives would pass, probably long before they were ready, but he vowed to get her out more often, to make sure she had fun with her girls and that they got more time alone together.
“You’re quiet tonight, brother.” Grant took the seat next to Mac’s, bringing fresh beers for both of them. “Which is unusual enough to be concerning.”
“Haha. I’m relaxing and taking it all in. I’ve missed nights like this with you guys. It’s been too long.”
“You’ve been a little busy with baby twins and such.”
“Yeah, for sure, but we needed this night away from it all, and thank God for grandparents who step up at a moment’s notice.”
“Are you ready to share them with the rest of us?”
“Not one bit ready.”
Grant laughed. “Ready or not, here come four new McCarthy babies.”
“I can’t wait to meet them.”
“Me, too.”
“And I can’t wait to meet yours and Evan’s. Exciting times around here.”
“Good thing no one took your no-more-babies edict seriously, huh?”
“You’re all a defiant bunch of SOBs.”
“And you’re not the boss of us.”
“I’ll be glad when they’ve all safely arrived, and we can settle in to watching them grow up together.”
“Can you imagine what it’s going to be like around here in about fifteen years?”
“I can’t. We’ll need to double the number of cops on the island to keep the McCarthy grandchildren under control.”
“Because we’ll be too old to do it by then.”
“Speak for yourself, asshole.”
“I’m not the one about to turn forty.”
“Is that really necessary?”
Grant laughed. “Truth hurts.”
