Something to Believe In (The Renegade Saints Book 4) (28 page)

“Please, Freckles,” he rasped.

I knew what he wanted. Pulling my hand from my soaked core, I held it up to him. He licked my fingers desperately, moaning low in his throat as I gagged on his dick. Something about that noise always turned him on.

“I need to fuck you,” he ground out.

I let his cock out of my mouth with a loud popping noise and held my tongue out so I could slap the head of him against it. His breath was harsh and labored as he stared down at me.

“Yes,” I whimpered when I pulled back. “Fuck me.”

He grinned devilishly as he dropped to his knees and shook his head.

“Not before you come all over my tongue,” he growled.

He spread my legs with his shoulders as he positioned himself and began tonguing me. I rocked against him as he spread me first with one finger, then two, and finally, a third. I could hear the wet sounds of him thrusting in and out of me, my core running hot as he nipped at my clit and made me gasp. Knees thrown over his shoulders and legs spread wide, I cried out as he matched his tongue movements to his fingers fucking me.

“Please,” I begged. “Let me come.”

He wiggled his tongue from side to side until I came with a scream. I was breathless as he came up over me and ran his thumb over my lower lip.

“There’s almost nothing better than the taste of you coming on my tongue, Freckles.”

“Almost?” I questioned breathlessly.

“Yeah,” he confirmed. “Almost. This is better.”

This
was his positioning his cock at my entrance before impaling me with one firm thrust. My hands gripped his shoulders as his held my ankles and pushed them back toward me as far as they could go as he hammered in and out. He leaned in close as he fucked me and started kissing me desperately.

Every single time he kissed me, I felt butterflies in my stomach. I could’ve lived on his kisses for an eternity. I loved the way he made me feel with each one. Loved, desired and absolutely worshipped.

“You’re so wet,” he whimpered when he broke the kiss. “I fuckin’ love the way you feel on my dick, Daisy. You drip all over it, just the way you know I like.”

I couldn’t do anything else. I loved it too much.

“Fuck me,” I begged. “Fuck me!”

He hammered in and out at top speed, hitting places inside of me only he ever had, or ever would.

“Tyson,” I cried. “Tyson!”

I clawed his shoulders as my pussy clenched and my orgasm arrived. He threw his head back and bellowed out a yell as his hot come filled me, each burst causing me to come harder.

When it was over he rolled to his back and took me with him. I relaxed on top of him with a happy smile as we both caught our breath. Once my breath was back to normal, I sat up and looked down at him.

“So you know how I couldn’t tolerate the pill I was on and we’ve been throwing caution to the wind?” I asked teasingly.

His brow furrowed as he nodded. In his eyes, I saw a flicker of hope. Any doubts I had about how he’d react disappeared.

“Holy shit Freckles… are you pregnant?”

“I totally am,” I grinned. “Your swimmers caught up to one of my eggs and got down to business. We’re having a baby.”

He placed his left reverently on my stomach. “You’ve got our baby in there. Holy shit! I’m going to be a dad.”

I leaned in close and wrapped an arm around his neck. “I can’t wait to watch you be a daddy,” I choked out emotionally.

“This is the best fuckin’ day of my life,” he announced. “You’re knocked up and we’re engaged. I love you like crazy, woman. You’ve given me everything.”

“Just like you did for me,” I answered.

I
couldn’t believe I was a father. It was so much more than I ever could have hoped for, so much more than I’d ever dreamed.

Just like my dad had said, the first time I heard my baby’s heartbeat, I fell in love. When my wife pushed her out into the world and I held our daughter for the first time, my entire world shrank down to the two girls who made it worth living. The tsunami of love I had for them was all-consuming.

We named her Harmony Alexandra, and I thought she was the most perfectly beautiful little person I’d ever seen. When she opened her eyes for the first time and I saw that she had the same eyes I did, I bawled like a baby. In them I saw little echoes of my father, my sister and my little brother, living on inside of my child.

Every sound she made and each little kick of her feet entranced me. Seeing her tiny mouth latching on to my wife’s breast to feed hit me right in the heart. It wasn’t just the two of us anymore—we’d become a family.

Introducing her to the band and Daisy’s family was like a dream come true. I’d never felt more pride than I did as I showed off the child Daisy and I had made in love.

It just didn’t get any better.

We were getting ready to leave the hospital to take Harmony home for the first time and I was crazy excited. I’d hated being away from Daisy for two nights, and hadn’t slept more than an hour at a time. I’d come a long way since the days of not being able to share a room or a bed.

“Baby, grab me Harmony’s going home outfit. It’s in the diaper bag right on the top.”

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion as I opened the zipper and pulled it out. My mouth hung open as I held the outfit up and stared at it. Closing my eyes, I remembered seeing my dad holding the dark haired child in the yellow outfit with the white flowers. Opening them, I looked back down to the outfit. It wasn’t just close—it was spot on, right down to the ruffles on the butt area.

“Tyson? Are you okay?”

I knew there were tears in my eyes when I looked up at my wife.

“Where did you get this outfit?”

She shook her head in confusion. “I was shopping with Vi in town the last time we were in Harmony. There’s a store there called Dusty’s Creations. It’s been there for a few years, but I’ve never been in. I’ve always been curious but never made it through the door. When we passed by I saw this outfit in the window and… I know it sounds silly but Dusty’s Creations? I felt like it was my chance to include my brother in the first few days of her life.”

And she had. I knew she had. It was a sign.

“Why are you crying?” she asked frantically.

“I’ve never been so happy,” I answered. “Not ever.”

I told her about my dream, specifically the part about my father holding the baby.

“For you to have found this outfit in a store called Dusty’s Creations ties it all together. They sent her to us, Freckles.”

We both cried then, but they were tears of joy.

We’d been together for long enough that I just knew when my husband was dreaming about his family. Each time I’d wake up, careful not to disturb him. It didn’t happen often, but at least once or twice a year, there was a visit.

Three years after having Harmony, we had another little girl, Lyric Rebecca. When she was six months old we made a big change. It was a difficult decision but in the end we’d realized we didn’t want to live in LA full time anymore. We lived in Harmony about seventy percent of the time, going out to LA every few weeks for business meetings having to do with the record company, which was wildly successful.

Within a year of us making the change, all the guys had houses in Harmony to use as vacation homes. Something about the small town life appealed to them, too. The bond they’d formed was for life, and the brotherhood was as strong as ever. Nothing made the guys happier than to watch all of their kids playing together, the next generation already bonded at the hip. Even their extended families spent time in Harmony, enough that I suspected in the coming years a few would make the move permanent. I imagined Gavin would be the first one to take the leap.

Life wasn’t just good. It was great. When Harmony was six and Lyric was three, we decided to try to get pregnant again. Unlike when we tried for Lyric, this time getting pregnant hadn’t been a snap. The girls were now seven and four and it hadn’t happened yet. As Tyson continued dreaming, I crossed my fingers that he’d wake up and tell me his dad had been holding a baby. It had happened with Harmony and Lyric, so I was waiting for that sign again.

It felt like an eternity passed before he finally woke up. When his eyes opened, he looked at me and smiled.

“This time he was holding a boy.”

Eight months later our son, Jonah Jason McCafferty, named for my grandfather and Tyson’s dad and little brother, was born. With him, our family was complete.

Together Tyson and I greeted each day with hearts full of love. What we had together was everything, almost an embarrassment of riches. We could never erase the pain we’d each endured, but our love for each other gave us something to believe in and hold on to during good times and bad.

It was the best feeling in the world.

The End

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