Page 7 of Make You Mine

Amerie

Declan and I have mastered the art of what we call late-night Mommy and Daddy Time—all without making a sound.

The kids are tucked into bed and the lights are out in the house. We’ve got the baby monitor perched on the bedside table in the event Emmett needs us.

My body vibrates with need as I bite down on my bottom lip and hold in the moan that threatens to slip out.

Declan has me pinned on my stomach, his chest against my back. He strokes into me from behind, his dick hitting just the right spot.

More sparks of pleasure blast through me. I shudder and twist my fingers in the bedsheets.

It’s taking everything I have to keep quiet. To keep from releasing the scream trapped in my throat and risking waking the kids.

I settle for a soft whimper as he gropes my hips and picks up his pace.

Declan’s hunger is insatiable and his stamina is unmatched, which make for a great boost to my ego at times, but then there’s other times when he’s like an Irish wolf unleashing himself on me, and I’m just trying to keep up.

Now becomes one of those times.

“Always so fucking wet…” he grunts, slapping my ass. “Always so fucking tight…”

I whimper in answer, gripping the sheets at his forceful thrusts. A burst of endorphins tingle through me, leaving my skin hot and flushed.

The room feels like it’s caught fire. We’re both sheened in sweat as our bodies collide and Declan buries himself deep.

It’s the perfect end to what was one of the best days I’ve had in a long time. Not only was I able to get words down, finally making progress on my career for the first time in years, but the nanny we hired turned out to be a great fit. Only one day in, she’s already taken a huge load off.

…which led to a much less stressful evening with Declan and the kids.

And then a much flirtier night between me and Declan. We sipped some wine, listened to some music, then our clothes started coming off, and now?—

His hips crash into me as his thrusts come harder. I arch my back, thighs spread wide, and find I can’t keep it in another second. I cry out in pleasure as my pussy clamps down on his dick and I’m finally pushed over the edge.

My orgasm washes over me, wave after wave crashing down.

But I’ve broken one of the most important rules of our late-night Mommy and Daddy Time—my cries of pleasure echo through the room, loud in the silence of our large home.

Declan pulls my arms back, starting with my right and then my left until they’re both locked behind me and only my knees touch the bed. The sudden, assertive move forces my body further down as he grips both wrists in one hand and covers my mouth with the other.

From this angle, his thrusts feel even deeper, the pressure almost too much. He bears down harder, covering my body with his, pounding away.

“I told you to shut the fuck up, didn’t I, love?” he growls, lips grazing my ear. “Or am I going to have to gag you?”

His dirty words, the inflection of his accent, the warm, heavy weight of his body.

All of it makes me tremble from under him.

I’m still sensitive from my orgasm seconds ago, yet my pussy tingles as he strokes into me, and more sparks of pleasure go off.

I moan against the palm of his hand in an attempt to reach under our bodies. One hand finally slips free and finds my clit as I start rubbing myself.

Declan plows into me, fucking me into the mattress, making my pussy so wet I’m squelching.

I’m writhing and bucking against him, no longer holding back.

The pleasure is too intense to even try.

My fingers are on my clit and his dick is stroking me just right and my second orgasm is sooo close, nothing else matters right now.

He’s close too. He’s dripping sweat as he fucks me. His hand travels to my throat and then gropes my breasts, fingers pinching at my erect nipples. His breaths grow as desperate and urgent as his thrusts, coming faster and sharper.

And then he explodes all at once, pushing me over the edge too.

We come together, like a volcano erupting.

I’m out of it for minutes to come, completely spent. Declan shoots me a lopsided grin, a few strands of his auburn hair slanted across his brow.

“Now that’s what I call cardio,” he says.

I laugh. “That’s one way to put it. I think that was enough exercise to last me a year.”

He grabs me by the thigh and drags me even closer, skimming his palm up the curve of flesh. “If you reckon that’s earned you a pass, you’re more naive than I thought, love.”

I’m still smiling as he bends forward and presses his lips to mine in a soft kiss.

We eventually get up to clean the mess we’ve made of our bed (and each other).

I tug on a robe once I’m freshly showered, knotting it at the waist, and then go to check on Willow and Emmett.

The five-year-old is asleep in her princess-themed twin bed, whereas our six-month-old is dozing in his crib, tiny fists at his side.

I lean down and press a kiss to his brow. He really is so good about sleeping through most of the night.

Declan is coming up the stairs when I make it out to the hall. While I was checking on the kids, he was getting a glass of water and making sure all the lights and locks were good.

“Everything right with the world?” he teases.

I simply smile as we turn toward our bedroom and turn in for good for the night.

I roll over, still half asleep, only to be greeted by bright, blinding sunlight. My eyes clench shut and I stretch a hand toward the nightstand. It takes me a few tries to find my phone, but I grab a hold of it and carefully peek at the time.

We’re usually up early enough that the sun isn’t flooding the room.

“Oh my god!” I scream, springing up in bed. Declan lays knocked out beside me. I start shaking him awake. “Declan, wake up! WAKE UP! It’s almost ten!”

“Hmmm? Huh? What’s?—?”

“It’s almost ten, Declan! We must’ve slept through the alarm!”

My husband lifts his head, eyes half open and groggy as he processes the info. And then it hits him and he’s leaping out of bed.

“What do you mean it’s ten? In the morning?”

I roll my eyes. “No, ten at night. Obviously it’s ten in the morning, Declan!”

“But the alarm!”

“It didn’t go off.”

“I’m late for work. I had a meeting today. We were brokering an important deal with a company for sale!”

“Well… I’m sorry! Maybe we should step into the twenty-first century and stop relying on an old school alarm clock,” I say, rushing around the room.

I’ve unplugged my phone and started jamming my legs into a pair of jeans.

I’ll have to take Willow to school, which started over an hour ago.

“I don’t know what to tell you. But look how the clock on your nightstand is blinking. The power must’ve gone out.”

Declan swears, his ears turning almost as red as his hair. He storms toward the wardrobe to get dressed.

I’m already in the hall, and that’s when I hear it: knocking downstairs at the front door. I ignore the sounds for now, heading into Willow’s room first.

“Lo, get up!” I call, flinging her door open. “You’ve got to hurry and get dressed for school, okay? We’re running very, very late. Brush your teeth and put on your uniform. Meet us downstairs.”

She looks as disoriented as me and Declan, blinking groggily in her pajamas and bonnet.

It seems we’ve all happened to have such a good night’s rest we slept uninterrupted. None of us noticed what must’ve been a power outage.

I go to Emmett next, who is already up when I enter the nursery. My baby boy blinks up at me with his large, dark green eyes that resemble his father’s, and his cheeks round as he gives me a gummy smile.

“Hey, Bubba,” I say brightly, despite the chaotic morning. I reach into the crib and pick him up. “You were the only one awake, huh? Let’s get you changed and fed.”

Twenty minutes later, I’m clutching Emmett close as we head downstairs. Willow is already waiting on us in the kitchen, but she isn’t alone.

Chelsea sits with her at the breakfast table as Willow spoons some milk and cereal into her mouth. I pause mid-step at the entrance, startled by her sudden appearance.

The morning’s been so crazy I’d forgotten she was supposed to be here.

Then I remember I’d had several missed calls and texts on my notifications screen and there’d been someone knocking downstairs; she was probably wondering what the hell was going on when she turned up for work and no one answered.

At the surprised look on my face, she rushes to explain.

“Willow let me in. I’d been knocking for ages.

Over an hour at least, I reckon. I did try ringing and texting, but didn’t get a reply.

When I saw Declan’s car still in the drive, I wasn’t sure what was going on.

I hope you don’t mind I gave her some cereal.

Poor thing couldn’t reach the cupboards and said she hadn’t eaten yet. ”

“Oh… no… of course not,” I say slowly. “Actually, thank you. Any little bit helps on a morning like this.”

Her brows knit. “Mind me asking what happened?”

“It seems like there was a power outage. I’ll have to call the electric company.”

“Happens now and again out here. The service can be a bit patchy in the countryside.”

“Sorry to leave you stranded outside,” I say, stroking the back of Emmett’s curly head. “We might need to give you a key to the house.”

“It would’ve come in handy this morning,” she laughs. “I could’ve woken you all up!”

“Right, then maybe we would’ve actually been on time. It makes sense anyway, since you’ll be coming and going so often. We’ll have one made for you.”

I’ve barely finished my sentence when Declan emerges from the staircase, his expression tense. I step into the hallway to meet him, already aware he’s in a sour mood.

“Don’t wait for me at dinner. I’ll likely miss it.”

“I’m sure they’ll understand. Accidents happen.”

“Not when there’s a multimillion-pound deal on the line,” he snaps. “People aren’t exactly forgiving in that case.”

“Declan—”

“I’ll be home late. Kiss the kids goodnight for me.”