Page 5 of One for the Road

“Nothing.” She was silent.

“Uh-uh. Not nothing. I know you better than that. Out with it, woman.”

“It’s just… Do you ever think about having another kid?”

That brought me up short. “Whoa. Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously. Why not?”

I tried to think of what to say. “I dunno. I just, uh, thought we were done with that.”

She contemplated my words. “Well, I don’t think we ever actuallysaidso, did we?”

“No…but…”

Huh.

Funny. I guess we never did consciously decide to stop having kids.

After Wyatt and Kendall were born, See went back on the pill. And then, we just got to work with the business of being parents. For some reason, I assumed that having twins was sort of a one-and-done thing. After all, it was Seton that had to go through the hard part of being pregnant. I figured she was happy to get a two-fer, and to only have to do it once.

“So?” she prompted me.

“Shit, See. I honestly never thought about it before. But…”

“But?”

“I mean…” I paused, uncomfortable in the knowledge that I was stalling. “I like the part where we do the thing thatmakesbabies…”

Seton snorted. “Don’t you try to act dumb with me, Greyson Stone. I know you love being a dad.” She snuggled up against me. “So the question is, would you ever consider doing it again?”

I thought about earlier, how I was sad to think about Kendall and Wyatt growing up. And about how much damn fun they were when they were Chloe and Abigail’s age.

I’d go back in time and do it all over again with the twins in a heartbeat, if I could.

But another kid?

Now?

I guess she knew me well enough not to push the conversation. But it was working on my mind, and I was still mulling it over later as I followed Seton up to bed. There were two warring images fighting for space in my head.

One was Seton and me seven years from now, when we’d be empty nesters. I’d have the whole house to chase her around like the horny young kids we once were.

The other was me, old and gray. The oldest dad in the neighborhood. Throwing my back out playing catch with my youngest kid.

Jesus fuck, Grey. You ain’t that old. Get it together, asshole.

As I was mentally wrestling with myself, See came out of our bathroom, naked and smelling like soap and her own sweet scent. Jesus, after all these years together she could still get my engines revving, just at the sight of her. She climbed into bed, the mattress sinking a little from her weight as she lay down next to me.

“You’re not falling asleep on me, are you?” she teased.

“Never. As you can see.”

Her eyes traveled down to the tent under the bedspread just below my waist. She made a purr deep in her throat. “Now, that’s what I like to see,” she murmured.

Seton slid across the sheets, pulling the spread down, and took me in her mouth. I let out a hiss. Jesus, this woman still stole my breath. She knew just how to play me, to make me so hard I could barely think. I knew I before long I would be seconds away from coming, except that my girl always knew how to draw it out until I came so hard I saw stars.

“Get up here,” I growled, pulling her off me. “You ain’t doin’ that before I get a taste of you.”

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