Enjoy Your Stay (32 page)

Pep’s eyebrows shoot skyward but he answers my question anyway. “Because of the salt-and-pepper hair.”

I smile, and look down at my beautiful, perfect baby. “Her name is Pepper.”

“Pepper?” Jack asks with a frown, “That’s not a name, that’s a spice.”

“Pepper Harris,” I say defiantly. It suits her already.

Pep lets out a deep chuckle. “Right, well. We should see about getting a doctor around here to look at you two. Jack, you wanna help me clean up here?”

I don’t hear his response because Pepper’s tiny fist escapes the blanket and lands against my skin, and the only thing that matters in the whole world is that touch, and that we’re home.

I
SEE
the lights from the taxi pull up the drive, and hurry to meet the girls at the door so they don’t wake the baby I just spent forty minutes putting down. I pull back the screen and lean against the doorjamb. Ana’s yanking Holly up the path.

“All I’m saying is they’re motherfucking great boobies. I think it’d be unnatural for you not to want to touch them.”

“Yes, Hols, everyone wants to touch your boobs, now come on. I’ve gotta tinkle, and then I’ve got me a giant to ride,” Ana mumbles as they stagger up the stairs. I look at Holly in her sexy-as-fuck short skirt and her perfect tits—that, for the record, I would touch at all day if she’d let me—and I feel my cock twitch in my pants. The last couple of weeks have been torture. I’ve seen her whip those things out left right and centre, and I’m never allowed to touch them. We haven’t fucked since before she left for Sydney, and my balls have practically been swallowed up by my arsehole and turned themselves into ovaries.

“How was ladies night?”

“Drunk,” Ana mutters as she squeezes past me.

“Speak for yourself!” Holly fires back, a little too loudly. I cup my hand over her mouth as she tilts her head for a kiss.

“Shh, you’ll wake our baby.” I warn, as I slide my hand from cupping her mouth to lightly bracing her neck, and lay one on her lips. Holly pulls away, searching my eyes. Hers are glassy, but that could just be the wine she’s consumed.

“What’s wrong?”

“You just said our baby.”

I shrug. “She is our baby.”

“I know but, you just … I wanna fuck you so bad right now.”

“Okay, Drunky Sue, let’s get you into bed.”

“I had one drink. Not really sure you can call me that,” she protests. “But you can definitely take me to bed.”

I wrap my arms around her and begin walking her towards our room, then I lean down and whisper in her ear, “Just for the record, I wanna touch them.”

“Touch what?”

“Your motherfuckin’ great boobies.” I laugh as I push her into the room, and shut the door with my foot. I spin her in my arms and crash my lips down on hers. She tastes like vanilla lip-gloss. Normally I hate kissing her with that shit on, but tonight I don’t care, because damn, the way she moans into my mouth and rubs her soft tits against my hard chest makes me seven kinds of hard-as-fuck. She climbs up my body, and I barely have time to bring my hands beneath her arse before my back slams into the door.

“Easy, sweetheart. We’ve got all night,” I whisper when she releases me long enough to come up for air.

“I need you inside me now, Jack,” she moans.

Fuck me. I’m gonna lose my shit in three seconds flat if she doesn’t calm down and stop rubbing her perfect cunt against my Johnson.

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” I say, and slide my pyjamas past my hips. I shuffle us over to the bed with my pants down around my ankles, and we fall back on the mattress. I kick my pants off onto the floor and push her skirt up her hips so it’s bunched around her middle, and I slide my hands down her body, preparing to take off her underwear, only she’s not wearing any.

“Holy fuck, darlin’, if I’d known you had nothing on beneath this skirt I never would have let you leave the house.”

“Oh, really? And what makes you think you can stop me?”

“My giant cock.” I smile, and she snags my bottom lip with her teeth.

“Well, it is a very nice cock.”

“It’s about to shrivel up and fall off if you don’t shut up and let me stick it inside you, woman,” I grumble and she laughs. “Hey, do not laugh. It’s been seven weeks of torture.”

“Actually, it’s more like several months of torture.”

“Hols, I’m pretty sure I’ve had blue balls since I met you.”

“Aw, poor baby. You need me to kiss them better?” she asks as she grabs my cock, and slides it through her wet cunt.

Fuck me, that feels good.

She shoves at my chest with her free hand and says, “Off.”

“Baby,” I whine as I slide off her, and roll over onto my side of the bed.

She laughs. “I thought you wanted me to kiss it all better?”

“I do, but I also gotta fuck something or my cock’s gonna shrivel up and turn into a fucking vagina.”

She licks her lips as she kisses a trail from my nipple to navel. My dick twitches when she dips her tongue into my belly button, and then traces it across and down the hard
V
of my hips. I thread my fingers into her hair and tug a little. Holly smiles up the length of my body, and then runs her tongue along my shaft. I let out a grunt, and suck in a breath between my teeth as she takes my head in her mouth and deep-throats my cock.

“Christ, that feels good,” I say, fisting her hair hard as her head bobs up and down my dick, and her free hand cups my balls. No woman ever could suck cock quite like my Holly.

My moan is interrupted by a crackling from the monitor, and Pepper’s startled little cry. I throw my hand over my face. “No, no, no, no, no. Not now,” I beg, “Not like this.”

Holly draws her fuckable mouth away from my Johnson, and laughs. “And just when we were beginning to get into it. You better get in there, before she wakes the whole house.”

I pull back and glare at her, “Me? I can’t go; I’ve got wood bigger than the Eiffel tower.”

“Well, I can’t go. I’ve been drinking, and you know she won’t take a bottle if my boobs are nearby.” I stand up, and stare longingly at her perfect tits. Can’t say I blame her. I wouldn’t wanna suck on a rubber teat when I could put the real things in my mouth either. “I have to express anyway.”

Pepper cries again, and Holly looks at me and makes a shooing motion. I look down at my poor misused Johnson. “This shit has got to be illegal,” I mutter. I slip on my pants, and mope out as Holly laughs behind me.

Walking across the hall, I open Pepper’s door and stare into the soft pink glow of her room. She’s not crying anymore but I can see her kicking her little legs in the new cot. “Hey, pretty girl, what’re you doing awake?” I say as I close the door behind me, and turn on the lamp beside the rocking chair. “You’re not due for another feed until morning, and your mamma’s drunk off her sexy arse. You’re kinda interrupting Daddy’s playtime now, sweetheart.”

I lean over the side and rub her tummy, and then I notice the black smudges on her upper lip and brows. “What the hell?” I ask, and hear a giggle come from underneath the cot.

“Sammy Jay Belle, get your arse out here now!”

Sammy slinks from under the cot with a black Sharpie marker in his hands, and a very guilty look on his face. “What the hell were you thinking, kid?”

He shrugs. “I thought the’d look cuter with a mouthsache. And thome killer browth. Anaths alwayth talking about killer browth.”

I shake my head, and hold out my hand for the marker. Sammy slumps his shoulders and hands it over before he slinks away toward the door.

“Pull a stunt like this again, and Aunt Holly’s gonna eat you for breakfast.”

“Theth not my aunty. Theths just Holly. And no one lets me do anything thince that baby came around.”

“Pepper’s not gonna be a baby forever, mate. You just watch; soon she’ll be crawling, and then walking, and then you two are gonna be thick as thieves.” I take the baby-wipes out of the packet and start rubbing at the smudges on her face. Pepper fusses and carries on like a pork chop, but then her tiny fists grab a handful of my hair and she yanks, hard, while making these frustrated little noises as she tries to scalp me.
Jesus. She’s gonna be as feisty as her mother
. I kinda pity the guy that gets stuck with this family. One cranky female Harris is enough. “She’s gonna need you to look out for her, Sammy. You think you can do that?”

“Yeah,” he says as he hangs his head, and shuffles out the door.

“No more Sharpies, kid.” I yell after him.

I take Pepper over to the change-table and clean her up, change her nappy, and spend the next twenty minutes patting her back to sleep. When I finally get back to my own bedroom, I’m thinking about all the things I’m gonna do to my woman. I open the door and see Holly starfished on the bed, snoring her head off with a line of drool running down her cheek and pooling onto the pillow behind her head.

My previously happy and standing-at-attention cock lags, and then I swear to God I feel him die. He just shrivels up and wastes away.

I turn off the light and crawl onto the bed beside her, and then I wrap her up in my arms and breathe in her scent like a meth-head smelling his next fix. I flip her onto her side, and tuck myself in around her body until I’m swallowing up every inch of her. She sighs in her sleep. I swear it’s the best sound I’ve ever fucking heard.

Being with her is the best thing I could have ever imagined for my life, and yeah, I might have a kid who is technically not made up of my DNA, but she owns all of my heart, just the way she would if she’d been my flesh and blood. I may be a struggling small business owner that can barely keep his family above water, and I may not have had sex in months, but none of that matters, because I got the woman of my dreams in my arms—and there’s
always
to
m
orrow.

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I have a tendency to get carried away with these things. No really, if you were one of the fortunate few to make it through the entire five-hundred pages of acknowledgements for Welcome to Sugartown, I thank you, and I bow down to your tenacity and your superhuman endurance toward torture. I’ll try and make this as brief as possible. Hey, I said I’d try.

To my darling Ben, all the book boyfriends in the world have nothing on you! I don’t know how you put up with me, but I’m awfully glad you do!

Ava and Ari, thanks for being the best kids the world has ever seen! You guys are my whole world and you own my whole heart with every smile, every laugh and every “I love you”!

To my incredible family—both blood and extend—I love you guys like crazy!

To the Beta Team of Awesomeness: Ali Hymer and Debbie Besabella. THANK YOU! You guys drove me to the brink of insanity while beta reading this book, and handed me some very harsh realities—ones I very much needed—and that takes guts. You also took hold of my hand and pulled me back from the ledge, and I’m so bloody grateful to both of you! Thank you for caring enough about these characters to want to wade through the hot mess EYS was in when I handed it over to you, and for pushing me to give Jack and Holly the best story I could give them. I love you girls so much! We couldn’t live further apart, and yet I feel so close to both of you! I can’t wait to road trip it all over America with your sexy arses.

Heartfelt thanks to Lauren McKellar, the greatest and hardest working editor in all the land. Sometimes you make me want to cry, and sometimes you make me want to throw things but it’s okay, because I know it’s out of love. Your comments always make me laugh. Your interpretative dancing is unparalleled and you make my books so much more awesomer—{MISSING SYMBOL Wide-headed leftwards arrow} totally a word, look it up, lady—than before. You rock my world, McStellar!