Chapter 14
CHAPTER
FOURTEEN
Stanley
We've been married for nine years today. My mother-in-law took Conrad, and my parents took Royce, Owen, and Grant. At first, Lena didn't want to let them go. She wanted to celebrate our nine years of marriage with the evidence of that love—our sons—but I convinced her that a few hours of "just us" time was what we needed.
With four boys aged seven and under running around the house, it's hard to find adult time, but we make it work. Obviously, we've got our four boys as proof that it can be done. Trust me, we've gotten creative.
"How long has it been since we've sat to eat breakfast together, just the two of us?" I ask, taking a sip of my coffee.
"Royce is seven, so…" Her voice trails off as we both chuckle.
"It feels like yesterday when we first brought him home from the hospital," I reminisce.
"They're growing up so fast." She clears her throat. My wife gets choked up whenever she thinks about how quickly our boys are growing up. When they tell you not to blink because it goes by in the blink of an eye, it's the truth. I can't believe we have a seven-year-old.
"I'm stuffed." Lena pushes her plate to the side. I made biscuits and gravy—one of her favorites—after our parents picked up the boys bright and early. They'd planned to go out for breakfast, all of them before they split ways. "It was delicious, as always. Thanks for cooking." She stands to clear her plate, but I stop her by gently placing my hand on her arm.
"I'm not full yet."
"Oh, okay, I'll make you another plate." She shifts slightly to go back to the kitchen, but my gentle yet firm hold keeps her from moving.
"Nah, only you've got what will fill me up." I tug gently, and she falls into me. Before she knows what's happening, I push my plate away and lift her to sit on the table in front of me.
"Stanley. We eat here." She's laughing and trying to scold me at the same time. It doesn't matter. I don't care.
"That's what I'm doing." I push open her robe, and my wife automatically spreads her legs for me. There's no use in fighting it. I want her, and we're kid-free; time is of the essence. Besides, I can see the need in her eyes. I can hear it in her voice. She wants this just as badly as I do.
I settle her legs on either side of me where I'm still sitting on the kitchen chair and gently run my hands up her calves. "Do you know how hard it was to sit here and watch you eat, moaning around every bite?"
"It was good." She licks her lips.
"You're better." I nip at her thigh, making her laugh.
"There is nothing better than comfort food," she counters.
"I couldn't agree more." Leaning in, I place a kiss on her lower abdomen, just above where we both want my mouth to be.
"So fucking sweet," I murmur. "Lie back, baby." Reaching around her, I push the plates out of the way. I hear them clacking together and the sound of a fork hitting the floor. I'm not sure, but I'm too turned on to care. I'll clean it up later. After I'm full. I smirk at my own thoughts.
"What's that look?" she asks.
"I was thinking about cleaning up what just fell off the table, but I would do it after I've finished my breakfast."
She laughs softly. "You have a big appetite." She bites down on her bottom lip, and my cock thickens.
My hands roam over her body. When I reach her spectacular tits, thanks to our boys, I tweak her nipples, one, then the other, causing her back to arch off the table. I let my fingers trail over her belly, and goose bumps break out across her skin. "I love that after all this time, nine years of being married, I still have this effect on you."
She opens her mouth to say something, what I'm not sure, because I lower my head to taste her. The sweet taste of her pussy explodes on my tongue.
"Stanley," she moans my name. I'm not wasting any time as my tongue presses against her clit. Her legs tighten around my head, and I groan, letting her know how much I love it. I don't let up as I slide one long index finger inside her.
"I want you." She's breathless, and the sound has me increasing my efforts.
I need her to come, because I know that as soon as I'm buried balls deep inside her, I'm not going to last long. Her legs squeeze tighter, which only makes me pump my hand faster. "S—Stanley, please."
Damn, but I love it when she's needy and begging for me. I suck down on her clit, and that's all it takes. I feel her body convulsing around my hand as her release washes over her. As soon as her legs start to relax, I stand, pull my cock out of my boxer briefs, and push inside her.
I help her to wrap her legs around my waist as I rock gently. She tries to sit up, so I help her. "You feel good wrapped around my cock," I whisper against her lips.
"So good." She nods. I pump into her a few more times, rocking slowly, before placing her back on the table. Her ass is hanging off the edge, giving me room to grip the backs of her thighs as I race toward my release.
I can feel her tightening around my cock, and I grin. She's close. There's nothing better than my wife coming on my cock as I find my release inside her. Moving my hand between us, I gently trace over her clit with my thumb.
"I need you with me, Lena."
She moans, and her pussy squeezes me.
"You gonna come with me, baby?"
She nods, but no words escape her lips. I thrust once more and lose control when she screams out my name. I lose myself inside her as her body spasms around me. At this moment, I truly feel like I'm a part of her, and she's a part of me. So much so, I don't know where she ends and I begin.
Leaning over, I press my lips to hers. I take my time exploring her mouth before finally pulling back and helping her sit up.
"We're really good at that," she says, offering me a lazy smile.
"I agree. We should enlist the grandparents more often."
She nods and bites down on her bottom lip. I can tell there's something she wants to say, but she's hesitant.
"What's on your mind, baby?"
She releases her lip, and a grin lights up her face. "We're going to need a bigger table."
"What?" I laugh. "We can clean this one. No one will ever know."
She nods. "Yeah, but it's not going to be big enough."
"Babe, this table seats eight."
"Yeah, but with five kids and five daughters-in-law, and then you and me, we need at least twelve, and three more if you add in our parents and guests."
It takes me a minute to catch on to what she just said. "Five kids?"
She nods, tears swimming in her eyes as she takes my hand and places it over her belly. "Baby number five."
"When did you find out?"
"This morning. I've been feeling tired, and I'm a few days late."
"Another baby." There is awe in my voice.
This is magic.
Our magic.
"I'll buy you a bigger table." I nod. "You tell me how big you want it, and it's done."
"At least enough for sixteen. My mom might one day find herself a companion." Her eyes mist over. I know she misses her dad every single day.
"Done." I scoop her up in my arms and start for the bedroom. We have a few more hours before we go to pick up the boys. We need a shower, and then, if I'm lucky, I'll make love to her again before we have to clean up the kitchen and the table that's about to be donated because my wife wants one that will seat sixteen.
"Okay, boys, remember we have to be easy with Mommy and your baby brother." I have all four boys standing outside of Lena's hospital room.
"What's his name?" six-year-old Owen asks.
"I'm going to let Mommy tell you what we decided to name him."
"I get to hold him first. I'm the oldest," Royce says.
"I'm next!" Owen says, his six-year-old voice carrying down the hallway.
"Shh, remember inside voices."
"I'm next," he whispers, and I bite down on my cheek to hide my grin.
"Me too, Daddy," Grant says. He's four and mimics every move of his two older brothers.
"Baby," Conrad says, resting his head on my shoulder. He's two and, like Grant, tries his damndest to keep up with his older brothers.
"Everyone will get a chance to hold him." I nod at Royce, and he pushes open the door. I watch as our three oldest boys walk slowly to one side of their mom's hospital bed. Their eyes are wide and full of wonder as they take in their new baby brother.
"He's real little," Royce says.
"You were all this little once," Lena tells him.
"But not me. I'm the oldest." Royce seems to stand a little taller.
Lena laughs softly. "You were still a tiny baby."
"See." Owen sticks his tongue out at Royce. "You were a baby too."
"We've got the pictures to prove it," I say, settling on the bed next to Lena, letting Conrad move to settle at her feet. He's just staring at his momma and the new baby.
"Boys," Lena says, gaining our attention. "Meet your baby brother. This is Marshall."
"I'm glad he was a boy," Owen says.
"Yeah, girls have cooties," Grant agrees.
"What do you know about cooties?" I ask him.
He shrugs. "That's what Royce says."
Lena and I laugh. Right now, they think girls have cooties. Give it a few years, and that will surely change. Royce settles in the chair at Lena's instruction. I lift Marshall from her arms, kiss his tiny nose, and carefully place him in Royce's arms, helping him support his head. Each of the boys takes their turn. They wait patiently, and when they hold him, they tell him they love him.
Not gonna lie, that has me choked up. My heart rate kicks up. My heart is so full of love for our family. Royce and Owen are sitting on one side of the bed, talking to their momma, while Conrad is curled up at her feet. His eyes are heavy, and I know he's about to crash. At two years old, he's the only one of the four who still takes naps.
"Daddy?" Grant asks. He's been on my lap, his head against my chest, just taking it all in. If I didn't know better, I'd think he was ready for a nap as well, but a few months ago, he stopped taking them.
"What's up, buddy?" I push his hair back out of his eyes. It's almost time for a cut. I make a mental note to take all four of the boys once I get Lena and Marshall home and settled from the hospital.
"Why does your heart sound like that?"
"Like what?"
He turns to look at me. "It's doing this." He taps his hand against his chest in a fast rhythm.
I smile at him. "My heart is racing."
He tilts his head to the side. "Why?"
"Because I'm happy. I love you, your brothers, and your mother with my whole heart and sometimes that makes it beat a little faster."
"It's beating really fast."
"That's because beat by beat, my heart works for all of you."
Grant wrinkles his nose. "Daddy, you're silly. Your heart can't work for me." He turns back around as if he doesn't have the patience to deal with me. My gaze goes to my wife, and she's watching with tears in her eyes. She has Marshall resting against her shoulder as she pats his back.
"Beat by beat," she whispers.
I blow her a kiss, making her grin. "What do you think, baby? Is our family complete?"
She looks down at the sleeping baby in her arms. "Yeah, I think it is."
I nod. We've talked a lot since finding out Marshall was a boy. It's not that we kept trying for girls. We just kept making babies because it's the miracle of life and evidence of the love we share. However, we're not getting any younger, and five boys are sure to be a handful in their teenage years. We decided that this would be our last baby, but we both held the right to veto that after Marshall was born.
"The Riggins brothers."
"Our perfect family," Lena replies.