Corps Security: The Series (155 page)

“Good. Now, get out.”

“You can’t tell me to get out, dude. I own the place.”

“Just did, Rex. Give me a second with my wife.”

He mumbles under his breath about annoying customers, but he leaves the room and shuts the door.

I lean down, and look at Emmy’s naked torso, and smile.

Right on her ribs, sitting under her bra line, is a big-ass antique padlock. The center has a detailed keyhole, and the way Rex shaded her blacks with gray gives it an almost three-dimensional feel. The shackle is engaged with the lock, holding it closed, but along the curve in masculine scrawl is the one word that sets my blood on fire.

Maddox

Seeing my name permanently inked into her skin is the biggest turn-on.

The rest of the tattoo though . . . There are no words for how big my heart feels right now.

There are two hearts locked in. The first heart has our first daughter’s name on it and the other with our second-born daughter’s name.

Maddisyn was born four years ago and hasn’t stopped screaming since. She has been my shadow since the day she learned to crawl. Wherever I went, she would follow. Her sister, Emberlyn, was born two years ago and is our silent thinker. She gave us one giant cry when she was born then settled in and let everyone fuss over her. She’s been the same since day one.

We’ve been talking about having another baby for a few months now, and as much as I love seeing her pregnant, I’m not sure if I can handle another daughter. The first time Maddisyn told me that she had a boyfriend, I almost lost my shit. At least this way, with two, I can keep my eye on one and Emmy can help with the other.

“Damn, Em.”

“Looks good, hmm?” she asks.

I help her off the table and she walks over to the mirror. With tears in her eyes and a smile on her face, she admires it. I can tell that she loves it.

“Looks perfect.”

She turns and her eyes go to my chest—more specifically, my newest tattoo. Across my chest, with a slight curve, is the one word that has come to mean so much over the last five-plus years.

BLESSED

Emmy had the idea to add two sparrow birds on either side, one for each of our girls, and altogether, it makes the perfect tattoo to represent our life together.

“I love you,” she sighs, not taking her eyes off my chest.

“I love you back,” I reply.

“Let’s get out of here so we can enjoy a night of you making me scream the walls down.”

When I yell for Rex, he comes to finish cleaning and covering her new tattoo. I toss a few bills down, grab her hand, and drag her out of the tattoo shop.

Time to get my wife home and show her how much I love seeing my name on her body.

* * *

“I can’t take anymore, Mad! Please, baby!” she screams out in pleasure when I bring my hand down on her already pink ass.

I smooth the skin over with my palm before running my hand down to push two fingers deep inside her soaked pussy. Her walls try to hold my fingers in deep, and I know she’s seconds away. If I give her a few deep thrusts, she is going to come hard.

But not yet.

“Please!”

“You can keep begging, Emersyn, but I’m not fucking this sweet cunt until I’m good and ready.”

“I’m ready, you big jerk!” she yells over her shoulder.

I bring my hand down again and grab her firm flesh in a hard grip. “Watch that damn sass.”

She wiggles again, her stomach moving against my swollen cock, causing me to groan.

I give her another smack just for making my cock even harder. Her skin is now bright with my handprints and her wetness is coating her thighs. I lean back and drop my body to the bed. I was sitting on the edge with her resting over my knees, but now, I need to eat her pussy until I’ve had my fill.

“Get up here and give me that pussy, Em.”

She hurries off my lap and climbs up my chest, her wet center slick and hot against my body as she moves to straddle my face. I look up and meet her bright eyes before lifting my hands, grabbing her hips, and pushing her to my waiting mouth.

I feast on her delicious cunt. My tongue swirls around her swollen nub before I nibble on her smooth lips. She cries out when I suck her clit into my mouth with a hard suction. When I feel her juices soak my chin, I smile against her skin.

Then I smack her ass and give her one last lick.

“You want to ride my cock or do you want me to fuck you into the mattress?”

“I can’t move my legs, baby,” she sighs.

“Then get on your back, Emersyn.”

After she moves off me, I stand next to the bed and wait until her legs are hanging off the edge. When she wants it hard and fast, this is the easiest position to give her that. She wraps those long legs around my waist and lets me drive my cock into her body.

“Next time, I want your mouth on my dick,” I demand before pushing in slowly. “You want it hard, angel?”

“Yes, Maddox, please—fuck me hard.”

I give her what she wants. My hips slam into hers, and just like I promised earlier, her cries echo off the walls all throughout our house.

Emmy

“Come on, Em! It’s time to go get the girls!”

I finish pulling my shirt over my head, cringing a little when I brush over my tender side. I couldn’t be happier with the way my lock turned out. When we talked about a way for me to get a tattoo like the rose he has for me, this was the first thing he came up with and it stuck.

I shove my feet into my shoes and rush down the stairs to where Maddox is spinning the keys to his truck. He didn’t waste a second parting with his Charger when we found out that I was pregnant with Maddisyn. I miss it, but his big, black beast is pretty hot too.

“You act like I’m making us late. Need I remind you that I would have been ready an hour ago if you hadn’t wanted to eat me instead of breakfast.”

“You didn’t complain when you had my cock down your throat, Emersyn, so don’t act like it’s my fault alone.”

I grumble but walk past him. His hand comes down on my ass, and I turn to scowl at him.

“Sass,” he states with a shrug, dips low, and gives me a hard kiss. “It’s not any fun when I can’t take my time with you, so next time, I’ll wake you up a few hours earlier.”

“Aren’t you supposed to slow down with old age?”

He frowns and I laugh. He made me shave his head when his gray started coming in. I thought it was so hot, but he wanted it off. So the buzz cut is back. I miss having his thicker hair to run my fingers through, but when I feel that prickly sensation along my thighs when he has his tongue busy between my legs, it’s pretty hot.

“You keep reminding me that I pushed over into my forties and I’m going to remind you that you need my baby in your belly before you hit your mid-thirties.”

“Hey! I still have a couple of years to go!”

We laugh and continue our banter on the way to Axel and Izzy’s house. They wanted to keep the girls last night for us to enjoy a date night. We had Nate and Dani the weekend before, so they owed us a good night out. Nate turned eight this year, so the co-ed sleepovers are starting to make Maddox go crazy. I keep reminding him that they’re just kids, but it doesn’t do any good.

We must be later than I thought because everyone is already here when we arrive. Melissa’s minivan is parked half on the grass and her back doors are wide open. Those two have so many kids that it’s no wonder they forget to close their doors every time we go somewhere. They had their second set of twins, boys this time, last year—Camden and Colton. I have no idea how Melissa is still standing, smiling, and full of energy with five children. Cohen is about to turn eleven and the twins, Lyn and Lila, are going to be seven soon.

Beck and Dee’s car is behind theirs, her ‘prince on board’ sticker still hanging in the back window. They had their son, Liam, a few months before Maddisyn. They’ve been best friends ever since. They’ve tried for a while to have a second child, but it doesn’t seem to be in the cards for them.

Asher’s Jeep, which he refuses to get rid of even if Chelcie says the wheels are going to fall off any day now, is covered in mud. I bet Axel had a shit fit when he pulled up. They had their second child, Jaxon, four years ago. They didn’t want to wait after Zac was born, choosing to keep their children close in age. They’re almost the exact age difference that Asher and Coop were. Zac, sweet little Zac, is so much like his father was. He’s so full of life—never wanting to sit out of the fun when he can be the center of it.

“Sway and Davey aren’t coming?” I ask Maddox when we climb out of his truck.

“I thought they were, but I know they had Stella down at the lake this weekend, so they might have just stayed another day.”

“How is Sway dealing with his daughter starting school this year?”

“He’s stopped coming into the office to see Davey, so I guess better.”

“That’s good. I know he was having issues with their princess growing up,” I laugh.

That would be a vast understatement. When Sway realized that the summer was almost over and Stella would be starting kindergarten in a few weeks, he called out of work for a week. When Davey finally got him to go back to work, he brought Stella with him. She was like a glitter-throwing fairy for hours. I went in to get my hair done and left with so much of it falling off my head that I think I’m still finding flecks in my car.

Sway and Davey had their commitment ceremony almost four years ago, and after years of fighting for adopting their own child, they found Stella. The paperwork was finalized six months ago, and I swear I’ve never seen him happier.

I never did go back to work at Corps Security. Maddox and I both agreed that we wanted our children to grow up with one of us home. He started working shorter hours at the office, and when we bought our house, he set up his home office so that he could be able to do most of his work there.

Walking up the path to their home, we can hear all the children yelling over each other before we even open the door. I look up at my husband’s carefree, smiling face. He gives me a wink, opens the door, and runs through when he sees Maddisyn laughing at him from the hallway. Her squeals and loud giggles trail behind her.

I watch his retreating form running at full speed after our daughter and smile. We’ve come so far. He was ready to run five years ago and we haven’t stopped since.

Maddox

“I don’t like the way your son is looking at my daughter,” Axel grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest and looking over at where Cohen and Dani are laughing by the docks.

“Seriously, Ax! He’s ten. I think it’s time for you to stop acting like a damn ape when your daughter is around anyone with a penis.” Izzy slaps his arm and gives Greg a wink. “Plus, I think it’s cute.”

“Watch it, Izzy. It isn’t cute. That’s my baby girl you’re talking about there.”

“What are you going to do when she starts dating?” I ask, taking a deep pull from my beer.

“Like hell. She isn’t fucking dating. Ever.”

I laugh at him, taking another deep swallow.

“Laugh now. If she starts dating, I’m sure your girls won’t be far behind her.” He laughs when I spit my beer out.

Turning to meet his laughter, I frown and give him a hard glare. “Not fucking happening.”

“Famous last words, brother,” he says before raising his beer in toast. “To making sure that no dicks come near our daughters and that we never run out of ammo.”

“Idiots,” Izzy grumbles and walks towards their backyard, where all the kids are running around through the sprinklers they have set up. “Go get the grill started, Ax!” she calls over her shoulder and bends to grab a wobbling Colt, giving him a loud, wet raspberry against his stomach.

“Hard to believe how much life has changed since we got to Georgia,” Beck says to my left.

“You aren’t lying,” Greg laughs, his eyes scanning the yard for his wife.

I follow his eyes to where our wives are all standing in a circle and laughing. Kids are randomly running into their circle for hugs and then back out just as quickly. When my eyes meet Emmy’s from across the yard, she gives me a warm smile, which I return with one of my own.

God, I’m one lucky son of a bitch. I have a life so full of blessings that I don’t even remember the dark days when, before, I never thought this was possible.

FIFTEEN (PLUS A FEW) YEARS LATER

“Daddy!”

“Maddisyn,” I call back, laughing when she comes running into my office so fast that she overshoots the door and runs into the wall. “Good God, girl. What has you running like the bats of hell are chasing you?”

She bends over, her long, black hair pulled high in a ponytail, and gasps for her breath.

“Daddy!” I hear being called farther through the house and roll my eyes. I should have known that Emberlyn wouldn’t be far behind her sister if it’s something they deem this important.

“Yup, Ember. Just follow your sister’s loud-ass breathing or maybe look for the hole her head left in the wall.”

“Not funny, Daddy,” Maddi scolds.

“Hilarious, daughter.”

“Whatevs.” She plops down on the couch and crosses one of her long, bare legs over the other. I frown when I see how short her shorts are, something she doesn’t miss. “Don’t even start with me. I’m twenty years old, Daddy. It’s time you stopped acting like a crazy person when you don’t like what I wear.”

“Like hell!” I boom, running my hand through my hair, now thick with growth and scattered with what Emmy calls a sexy salt-and-pepper look. Whatever the hell that means.

“Daddy!” Emberlyn gasps when she bursts into the office.

“Yes, Ember?”

Unlike her sister, she’s dressed with actual clothes that cover her body. Her jeans might be too tight though. And I definitely don’t like the top of her shirt coming down that far. I scowl at her, but she just waves me off.

“Did you hear? Dani has a date and Mom said that Uncle Ax is flipping his shit!”

“Don’t say shit, Ember.”

“Why the hell not? You do.”

“Yeah, well, when you’re as old as I am, I don’t care what you fucking say,” I rebuke.

“Whatevs. Did you even hear what I said?”

“I did, but I’m not sure what the big deal is. Dani is almost twenty-two. I’m thinking it’s time for him to stop flipping the hell out.”