Chapter Twelve

Whiskey tucked Ezra into his bed. Tonight was six weeks from Bailey's birth and their first night back at their home above the bar. While they'd stayed in Bluff Creek, the bar had been upgraded with bullet-resistant glass and other safety features.

They'd upgraded their security with more cameras. No one could approach the bar without them knowing.

He brushed Ezra's hair off his forehead. "Light on or off?" Sometimes Ezra read at bedtime, but he'd been yawning for the last hour. It had been a busy day moving back to the bar without anyone seeing them.

"Off," Ezra said, then raised his arms for a hug. Whiskey swallowed, sliding his arms around Ezra, holding his son against him.

"Can I tell you something?" Ezra asked.

"Of course, you can always tell me anything, son."

"That first night, when you rescued us from the car..."

"Yes?"

Ezra laid in the bed, looking up at him, not speaking for a minute. Whiskey would wait as long as he needed.

"When you brought us to your house and gave us the room, I pretended you were my dad cuz you're the first man who made me feel safe."

Whiskey grinned through the tears pooling in his eyes. "I'm glad you pretended. It meant you were ready when you became my son and I became your dad. I love you, buddy, with my whole heart, and I will always work to make you, your mom, and your sister stay safe."

Whiskey leaned over, kissing Ezra's forehead. Ezra threw his arms around him again. "I know, Dad. You always love me."

Just holding his son until Ezra was ready to let go, Whiskey wondered what he'd ever done to deserve the gift of his son, daughter, and wife. He might never know, but he was always going to cherish them.

"Night, Dad. Now go. I'm sleepy," Ezra muttered, then let go and snuggled underneath his covers. Whiskey waited a second or two until Ezra's breaths were deeper. His son was a heavy sleeper who could drop off in the strangest places. He stood, switching off the light and heading toward the door. He left it open a few inches as Ezra preferred and headed to their room.

He and Vivi had been married for a little over nine weeks. Each day he wanted her more, but it was so much more than that. He fell in love with the little things she did. When she was thinking hard about something, she opened her mouth a little and had her tongue out. He'd imagined too many times what he could do with her mouth open and her tongue.

He needed to change into something else. He helped Ezra in the shower and somehow, he'd gotten as wet as Ezra. Ezra was old enough to take showers but after Vivi cautioned Ezra he better be washing everything, Ezra had asked him what everything was.

Whiskey was going to keep it to himself that Ezra had only been sliding the soap over the outside of his arms and chest besides washing his hair. His argument had been convincing that water would get the rest clean. Whiskey had held in his laugh while he demonstrated over his own clothes all the parts Ezra needed to wash. Ezra's wide eyes told him under the arms and below the waist had not seen any soap at all.

He waved goodnight at Hennessy, Crewe, and Schafer, who were battling it out on a video game in the main room and headed into his and Vivi's room. Once Bailey had been born, he and Vivi had naturally slept together to take care of her. Now, he couldn't imagine not having Vivi beside him.

He stopped at Bailey's crib in the corner of their room. Originally, she'd been right beside them in a bassinet, but when they'd moved back, she had moved into her crib. A recliner that also rocked was right beside it along with a throw to cuddle up with. He'd wanted a big enough chair so that if he wanted to hold Vivi while she nursed their daughter, he could.

He tugged her little blanket up on her chest, staring at her little pursed mouth. The first girl born in the Nelson family in sixty years. He had no doubt she was going to be spoiled, and he didn't care. He wanted his kids happy and healthy.

Vivi's warm hands slid around his waist as she cuddled up against his back. Tugging on his shirt, she pulled it from his jeans until she could unbutton them and slip her hand in. He'd been hoping tonight might be the night they could finally be together. He'd also been willing to wait until his wife was ready. He wanted their first time together perfect.

He left her fingers to squeeze and explore his cock until he worried he'd come in his pants. Turning around, he grinned at his wife. She'd taken to wearing his bar t-shirts to bed. She said they smelled like him and it comforted her. He didn't care why she did it, but he loved seeing her in them. Since he was over six feet tall and she barely hit five foot five, his T-shirts looked more like dresses on her.

She'd been wearing cute little boy short panties to bed after she had Bailey, but he was really hoping for bare skin tonight. He slid his hand under the shirt, trailing down her soft side until he caressed her hip. Sliding around her hip, he grasped her cheeks to lift her and discovered her bare ass. His wife's body fascinated him, and her ass and breasts were no exception. To know tonight he could explore her to his heart's content had him ready to burst out of his jeans.

Vivi's legs wrapped around his waist as he lifted her. "Husband, are we finally going to consummate this marriage?"

Whiskey chuckled, "Yes, consummate this marriage, taste and explore every part of your body, make your pussy mine and get so deep inside you, you won't be able to tell where you start and I end. Does that meet with the expectations of the woman I love and am so glad crashed into my life?"

"It does but I realize we need to clear something up."

Whiskey swallowed and wondered what they needed to clear up. Did she not love him yet? He'd been holding back saying the words because he couldn't find the perfect time. He couldn't allow himself to make love to her without her knowing how he felt. He'd thought from the look in her eyes when she watched him with the kids or when he pulled her close that she just wasn't ready voice her love. His woman had been through trauma that would have brought most people to their knees, but she'd survived. If she needed to think through things, he understood and had been willing to wait as long as it took. Her words were scaring him though.

"What do we need to clear up?"

"I chose you to be the father of my children. I know we married for the protection it afforded me, but I could have done something else. I had Justice's number, but I chose you. You made me feel safe. You taught me to trust." Vivi's hands cupped his face, and she stared into his eyes. "You were the answer to my wish when I dreamed for someone to love me and rescue me. Your love filled every little broken part of my heart. I love you now and I'll love you as we grow old. Now make me yours. "

He tossed her lightly on the bed, then tugged off his T-shirt, throwing it toward the hamper. He toed off his boots, then made quick work of removing his jeans and underwear. Gazing at his beautiful wife, he slid his hand up and down his hard cock. Her eyes dropped to his cock, following his hand. He loved the fact she was as hungry for him as he was for her.

He'd locked the door and planned to make sure they had some time to explore to their heart's content in the next two and half hours before Bailey woke up for her late-night meal.

"Are you going to play with your dick or are you going to claim your woman? My pussy aches for you, Whiskey. Don't think I haven't recognized you building my need over the last week, brushing against me during the night and playing with my nipples. Now, get over here and take me for a ride."

Okay, his woman caught him. He'd known they'd be explosive together, but he'd decided to hedge his bets by sweeping her off her feet this week with heavy kissing sessions when no one was around and cuddling up in bed with her at night.

Of course, he'd denied himself too, because it wasn't fair for him to jack off in the shower if Vivi wasn't getting anything. He was re-thinking that decision as his wife tugged his T-shirt off her. The lamplight shone on her creamy skin. Her breasts had been a perfect handful, but with her nursing Bailey, they were lush and full.

He reached a finger out, touching her lips until she opened and sucked his finger inside. He pulled it out and trailed it down her chest, circling her nipples. Enjoying the sight of them peaking and hardening.

"Whiskey, I don't think I can wait. I want you too much."

Whiskey claimed her lips. Each time he kissed her had him fighting to not get swept away in the feelings. The love he felt for this woman was all-encompassing. He only hoped she realized how much.

He pulled away and nipped, caressed, and kissed his way down her chest. Vivi had already laid the ground rules that she'd prefer not to have milk running down her chest while they made love. He paid them attention but kept his mouth away for now.

Vivi trembled as Whiskey parted her thighs and trailed his lips across her mound. Each touch and caress by Whiskey had her falling more. His warm breath trailed across her heated flesh, and she held her breath, waiting for the first touch of his lips on her there.

She'd imagined it so many times, but her imagination didn't do it justice. The first caress of his lips and tongue had her shuddering. How could this man be everything she'd dreamed of?

"Vivi, baby, relax and let yourself go. I'm going to devour my baby's pussy."

Between Whiskey's lips, his beard, and his tongue showing her exactly how he felt, she couldn't hold back. Wave after wave of satisfaction crashed over her, leaving her reeling.

When she opened her eyes, Whiskey crawled up her body, and she felt her need rise again. He reached over and ripped a packet, sliding a condom on, staring into her eyes while he protected her.

They'd talked about wanting more kids, but not until Bailey was older. Whiskey said he'd gladly wear a condom, if needed, if she'd rather not take the pill. It was just one more way of her man taking care of her.

His hand slid behind her neck and into her hair as he tugged her lips to his and notched his cock at her entrance.

"Wrap your legs around me, baby, and keep your eyes on mine. I want to watch your eyes as we become one."

How did Whiskey know exactly what to say to have her already needing him again? She gazed into his eyes as he breeched her entrance, then rocked to relax her muscles. He seemed to know what she needed because then he pressed in, impaling her slowly until they were one.

"You ready?"

Whiskey's voice was husky. His face showed the strain of waiting on her. At her nod, he smiled, kissed her and then he started a rhythm with his hips that had him hammering her pussy until she couldn't stop the cascade that had her whisper-yelling his name. Whiskey followed her over, breathing heavily.

He smiled at her. "I love you, Vivi," he said softly as a cry sounded from the crib.

He kissed her lips. "Let me take care of this condom, and then I'll get her."

Whiskey looked as reluctant as she felt as he got up, but their kids would always come first. She bit her lip, trying to hold back the tears, then let them go.

She'd been so lost, not knowing if she'd ever find anyone to love her and her children. A crash on a country highway and a biker coming to her rescue had given her everything she could have ever wanted.

Whiskey had Bailey in his arms, singing to her and swaying while he tried to get her to go back to sleep. If she had to endure the terror of her ex-husband to be put on the road to her life here, then she'd say yes every time.