Chapter 14

When the phone dings with a new text for the hundredth time today, Lucas lets out a deep groan, rolling over to face me. “Please don’t tell me that’s who I think it is,” he says, arching a brow as he buries his head in the pillow.

Today has been a long ass day. From rushing Leila to the hospital last night, to staying at the hospital with the rest of the guys the whole day, I’m exhausted, and so is Lucas by the look on his face.

Fixing the silk wrap on my head, I flash him a smirk, shuffling down on the bed to lie on my side, facing him. “It’s the twenty-first text I’ve gotten from her today alone,” I say with a chuckle.

He lets out another groan, and reaches an arm around my waist, tugging until I’m plastered against him. His lips land on my collarbone, pressing featherlight kisses on my skin. “I don’t know what you expected when you agreed to be Gabi’s maid of honor,” he gruffs out, between kisses.

When he lifts his head, and his eyes meet mine, my chest starts knocking against my chest in a pattern I’m all too familiar with. I’m still so in love with this man, and he’s as handsome as ever, and I’m the luckiest girl in the world to be able to cuddle up to him at night, and wake up to him in the morning .

Which is why the quick blip in my chest makes my smile slip. He’s so amazing. So kind, and gracious and treats me like a queen. I know he’d be an amazing dad, and I hate that I can’t give him that. I try really fucking hard not to let it eat me alive, but today was just one of those days where the overthinking got the better of me.

Seeing Leila have her second baby, and seeing the look on Aiden’s face made my stomach drop. I’m so happy for them, they deserve the best in this world. But I couldn’t help but imagine how Lucas must have been feeling while seeing one of his best friends have another baby, while we’d been trying for years, and… nothing.

And then when I saw him standing by the maternity ward, looking at the babies, I just… broke.

I forced the words out of my throat, giving him a way out, a way to become a father with someone else, but merely saying the words was like my throat was being sliced into a million pieces. The thought of him moving on with someone else, and starting a family with them… it would have killed me.

I hated the thought, and while I wanted him to be happy, I wanted him to be happy with me. I was really relieved when my amazing husband made sure to reassure me that he wouldn’t even entertain the idea.

“I offered to be her maid of honor,” I remind him, my breath coming out a little harder as he kisses my skin, a low groan escaping his throat. “Besides, Leila’s wedding turned out amazing. I’m really good at organizing. ”

He chuckles against my skin, lifting his head to glance at me with a smirk. “Mmm. I love when you talk dirty.”

I let out a laugh, and Lucas dips down again, leaving open mouth kisses on my jaw, when the phone dings again.

Lucas groans, his voice vibrating against my skin, and he buries his head in my chest. “Only one more day to get through,” he murmurs.

“And then they’re finally off to their honeymoon,” I reply, my fingers getting lost in his curly brown hair.

Lucas lifts his head, blinking up at me. “And maybe we can have ours, too,” he says, which makes my brows furrow.

“We already had our honeymoon.”

He nods, his lips lifting into a smile as his big hands curl around my waist. “How about we take another one?”

My frown deepens, confusion taking over my face. “You want to marry me again?” I ask.

He chuckles. “I’d marry you over and over again If I could, but that’s not exactly what I was thinking.” When I arch a brow, he clutches my face in his hands. “I was thinking we could take a little vacation. Have some time for ourselves.”

My eyes widen a little, loving the idea, but… “Why?”

“Why not?” he asks with a shrug. “We both work hard as fuck, and the house is almost done,” he says which makes me smile at the reminder. When Lucas first told me he was building me a house, I didn’t quite believe him. But lo and behold, he designed everything, just how I wanted it. He came up with the blueprints, and even placed the first brick. “Why not take a little vacation before there’s a baby? ”

My brows knit together. “Do you know something I don’t?”

He laughs, shaking his head. “Mads, it will happen,” he says with a certainty I want to believe in. “I know it will. I can feel it in my bones.”

My breath hitches. I love how certain he is. I love how excited he is about this. A lot of people think of adoption as the last option, but Lucas seems like he really wants this. “Do you ever feel sad that you won’t have a baby of your own?” I ask him.

He tilts his head. “It will be mine.”

“You know what I mean,” I say pointedly.

He shrugs. “No,” he says without hesitation. “I don’t care that the baby won’t share my DNA. Don’t get me wrong, I would have loved to see a baby with a little mix of us both,” he says, smirking as he traces his thumb over my bottom lip. “I just know it would be so fucking cute, but am I sad about giving a child a home?” He shakes his head. “Definitely not.”

When we told our family about our choice to adopt, I asked my parents about their decision to adopt me. They couldn’t have kids after Nia, and I always wondered how they felt about that, but they told me it was the best decision they ever made, and that they never once questioned it. It made me even more excited for the process.

“I want to be someone’s mother,” I murmur, glancing up at Lucas. I haven’t let myself admit it. A part of me thought if I didn’t say what I truly wanted, then it couldn’t be taken away from me. But I do want it. I want it so much.

Lucas smiles, leaning down to kiss me. “And you will be,” he says, pressing another kiss to my lips. “You’re so brave. And beautiful. And goddamn, I’m so fucking lucky we got stuck in that elevator all those years ago,” he says, pulling back to look into my eyes. “I’m the luckiest motherfucker ever.”

“Because I’m rich?” I tease with a smirk.

He chuckles, settling on top of me, and arches a brow at me. “Baby, we’re both rich,” he replies, making me roll my eyes. “But it’s definitely not because of that.” He curls his hand around my neck, lifting my head. “I’m lucky because every single morning I get to wake up, roll over and see this face.” His thumb caresses my cheek, his eyes scanning my features. “And touch this body,” he murmurs while his other hand slowly traces my stomach, lifting the material of my silk pajamas up slowly, slowly, until his thumb swipes over my hard nipple, eliciting a moan out of me. “And feel this pussy.”

A loud moan rips from my throat when his other hand leaves my face, and slides down my body, sneaking into my pajama shorts, before he swipes his middle finger between my pussy. “Lucas,” I gasp when he thrusts his finger inside.

He grunts, curling his finger to hit a spot deep inside of me that makes me buck into him. “That’s right, baby. Let everyone in this hotel know who takes care of you.” He pulls back his finger, and I almost groan in impatience before he thrusts two fingers back inside of me, earning another breathless moan from me. “These gorgeous tits,” he says, cupping my breast. “These long fucking legs.” His eyes devour me, darkening at the sight of my body exposed for him, his hands all over me. “Goddamn. You get hotter every year.”

“So do you,” I gasp, lifting my hand to touch his face. “I love your beard.”

He groans, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. “I bet you’d like it even more scratching the inside of your thighs.”

He quickly pulls the sheets off us, and his eyes scream hunger as he pulls off my pajama top, and shorts, baring me to him. Lucas doesn’t waste any time before he kneels at the foot of the bed, and spreads my legs wide open, placing my left foot over his shoulder.

His lips first press against my inner thigh, teasing me, making me lose my mind as he leaves open mouth kisses so close to where I want him. But when the first swipe of his tongue hits me, I let out a guttural moan, my clit vibrating to life.

“God yes,” I gasp out, the pleasure blinding me. I can’t believe there was a time when I thought I didn’t like this.

He groans against my pussy, his beard tickling the inside of my thighs as he licks and French kisses my clit, sucking it into his mouth. “Your noises drive me fucking wild, Mads,” he grunts against me, slowly flicking his tongue over my clit, which makes my legs shake.

“You make me feel so good,” I moan, squeezing my eyes closed as I let myself feel. The sound of wet sloppy kisses on my pussy makes me clench around nothing as he continues his torturous licks.

“That’s because I know my girl,” he murmurs, sucking me into his mouth. “I know every single inch of you. I know that when I do this,” he says, thrusting a finger inside me, which makes my hips buck up into him. “You buck your hips like you’re searching for my cock. And when I do this,” he murmurs right before wrapping his lips around my clit and gives it a hard suck. “You’ll moan like crazy.” And sure enough, I let out a loud moan, my fingers tangling in his hair.

“Fuck me, Lucas,” I plead, wanting him inside me right now.

He lifts between my legs, and my eyes snap open in time to see him grin down at me, his beard dripping wet. “You don’t even have to ask, baby.” He shuffles on the bed, until I feel his cock tapping against my entrance, slowly rubbing between my pussy before he thrusts it inside.

I grip onto his arms, needing support as he breaches me, his thick cock hitting a spot that makes me see stars.

“Holy fuck, Madi,” he grunts. “You’re gripping me so tight… fuck . Let me look at you, baby.” He leans back, slowly pushing his cock into me as his eyes zone in on where we’re connected, a low groan escaping him.

I don’t even have time to think before he grips my waist, and flips me over, placing me on my hands and knees. My heart lurches in my throat. Fuck yes. As much as I love looking at him when we have sex, this position makes him go deeper until I can practically feel him in my guts.

“I love you, princesa ,” he murmurs, his voice thick as he grips my waist, and pulls me into him, his cock rubbing against the crease of my ass. “Make sure you remember that, because it’s going to feel like I don’t. ”

A shiver runs up my spine as he rubs his cock against my wet pussy before he pushes his cock inside me in one hard, quick thrust.

My head drops to the bed as he fills me up, not even waiting for me to adjust before he pulls out and thrusts back in. Moans are ripped from my throat as he grabs my hips, and pulls me back against him, going as deep and hard as possible.

“Such a cute princess when we’re in public,” he grunts, lifting me so my back is plastered against his chest. “But when we’re in private, you love my cock deep inside of you, don’t you.”

My only response is an agonized moan, my eyes squeezing hard as the pleasure rolls through me.

“Lucas,” I gasp when his cock tunnels into me, hitting my g-spot. “I’m… fuck.”

“That’s it, baby. I can feel you,” he grunts, tugging my earlobe between his teeth. “Come, baby. Come on my cock. Let me feel you drench me.”

That’s all it takes for my core to tighten up, and the orgasm to crash into me so hard I swear I almost black out. Moan after moan leaves my lips as Lucas keeps thrusting into me, my pussy squeezing around him.

“Fuck. You’re so fucking wet, and tight. God damn Mads.” He grunts, thrusting his cock into me until he groans in my ear, and I feel his thick, hot cum shoot inside me.

Lucas drops beside me, and curls a hand around my neck, pulling me into him so he can kiss me. I get lost in his kiss, clinging to him out of pure need.

I can’t help but think of all the times we’ve done this with the purpose of having a baby. But this time, it’s out of love, out of passion. And I’m determined not to let my mind think about whether if this time will be it. If this is the time we finally make a baby.

I don’t think I care anymore. If it does happen, then that will be amazing. But if not, I know that Lucas and I won’t stop until we have a family of our own.

And I’m so excited for that day.