Quade's Babies - Brenda Jackson [39]
He didn’t want to bring up the fact that pill or no pill, with a burst condom she could very well be pregnant again. The thought didn’t bother him.
His attention snapped back to her when he felt something, hot and wet touch him. Her mouth. He sucked in deeply as need flared in his belly. He grabbed hold of her head and tried pushing her away, but she was holding on to him, her mouth was locked around him. What she was doing to him made him weak in the knees.
“Cheyenne, why did you have to go there?” Instead of answering him, she gripped him tighter. And he threw his head back when she began devouring him, covering all of him, caressing every inch of him with her hot, wet tongue. And then when he thought he couldn’t stand it a minute longer, she opened her mouth and pulled him in deeper.
“Oh, yes!” There was nothing else for him to say and when she dug her fingers into his thighs to hold her mouth in place on him, he nearly hollered. Not from pain but from pleasure so intense he could feel a tingling sensation all the way to his toes. And when he felt his groin about to explode, he grabbed hold of her shoulders and tried pushing her back. When he saw that she was refusing to move, he sucked in a deep breath as a ripple of sensations crashed through his nerve endings causing him to flex his hips.
And she still wouldn’t let go, holding on to him with the strength of a woman who knew what she wanted. Moments later she jerked her mouth free to pull air into her lungs. He used that time to remove his jeans the rest of the way before joining her on the bed and pushing her on her back and entering her in one smooth thrust.
And then he was riding her, stretching her, returning the same sensuous torture she’d just given. He wanted to make love to her forever—wished he could—and knew he would carry the memory of glancing down and watching her mouth at work on him for the rest of his days.
And when he felt her coming, he pulled in a deep breath as waves of pleasure splintered down his spine. He knew at that very moment that Cheyenne was the only woman he would ever want.
“And you have to do this every morning around this time?”
Cheyenne glanced over at Quade and smiled. It was barely five in the morning and she was busy at work breast-feeding the triplets. As expected, Troy had awakened first, sending a cry through the monitor that he was ready to be fed.
And as the night before, Quade was sitting across the room with Venus and Athena in his arms. He was proving to be an attentive father, she thought. He had heard the monitor go off before she had and was already easing out of bed to check on the babies by the time she had awakened.
She was still overwhelmed at the thought of their night together. They had made love until they hadn’t had any energy left to do anything but sleep, and he had held her in his arms while doing so. More than once she had awoken cradled close to him, and then had gone back to sleep content and at peace.
An hour or so later and the babies were fed and placed back in their cribs. “They’ll sleep until around ten,” Cheyenne was saying as they turned off the light to leave the room.
“When can they begin eating solid foods?” Quade asked as they walked together down the hall to her bedroom. His arm was slung over her shoulder and he had pulled her close to his side.
“Not until they are at least six months old according to their doctors. But at the rate Troy is going, it might be sooner for him. I can’t wait until their next doctor’s visit to see how much weight he’s gained. The same holds true for Athena.” She paused a moment and then said, “But Venus doesn’t seem to be gaining weight as fast as the others.”
“Yeah, I noticed. Are you worried about it?”
“Yes.”
“Then come over here and let me relieve your worry for just a little while.”
When they entered her bedroom, he took her hand in his and when he sat down in the rocking chair, he pulled her down into his lap. “I enjoy holding my babies and now I want to hold the mother of my babies.”
Cheyenne rested her head on his chest,