Corps Security: The Series (97 page)

It’s times like this that I remember just how far I’ve come in the last few years. After losing my sister, I questioned my path in life. I questioned every single relationship I had. I wondered if having other people in my life was worth the pain if I was going to lose them. It wasn’t until Melissa and Cohen came into my life, that I realized living in fear is almost the same as slowly dying.

From the day I met her, I knew I would fight every day to be the man worthy of her love.

Hearing my cell ringing from another room, I shake off my daydreams and follow the sound.

I let out a relieved breath when I see Axel’s name across the screen.

“What are you doing?” No sense wasting time. If I don’t have these cribs together when Melissa gets home, there will be hell to pay.

“Well, I was enjoying breakfast in bed, but when your ass wouldn’t stop calling, Izzy made me stop. So, thanks for that, jackass.”

“Ha, yeah . . . sorry about that, but welcome to my world. Just wait until Nate is a master at cockblocking like Cohen. I swear, when that boy is home, he has some sort of sensor that goes off when I’m about to enjoy Melissa.”

“He’s already started. Last night, just sunk into Iz and he’s screaming about turtles. Do you have any idea what a two-year-old screaming about turtles will do to your sex life? Iz started laughing so hard that my dick got the message loud and clear.” He lets out a breath full of frustration, and the smile on my face grows. Yeah, sounds like a normal day in the Cage house.

“As much fun as this little chat is, I need you to come over and help me get these damn cribs together. I hold one end up, but then the second I go to attach something, the damn thing falls on my head. If I want to enjoy my wife tonight, I have to get this shit done.”

“Yeah? Poor guy.” He starts laughing; I’m sure he’s picturing me in a mess of crib parts.

I let a laugh out remembering how the last bang on the head must have looked. “Laugh all you want. The directions are in German, Ax. Luckily I can read the damn things, but it’s been a few years, and my German is rusty at best. It’s a shame Maddox isn’t here. Damn fool would have this shit done by now,” I bait, knowing Axel won’t be able to resist the challenge of being better than Maddox.

“The hell with that. I’m on the way. Be there in ten.”

I laugh, throwing the phone down when I hear him disconnect in my ear.

Maybe if I’m lucky, he’ll do all the hard work and I can sit back and enjoy a beer.

CHAPTER 6

Melissa

Exhausted.

That is the only way I can explain what I feel like being halfway through my seventh month of pregnancy. Don’t get me wrong; I love
almost
everything about being pregnant. Even the stuff I don’t love about carrying around an extra forty—cough, fifty—pounds of baby still brings a smile to my face every time I feel one of my girls kick my kidney, squeeze my bladder, or stick a head in my ribs.

Yeah, I love carrying around my girls.

The best part, the part that keeps that smile on my face even when I feel as though my body is about to split in two, is knowing that these two little princesses are a product of the love I share with their daddy.

There isn’t a single day that goes by that I don’t thank God that Greg was set in my path. I was living a life that was half empty, and now, my glass is overflowing.

I finally pull my car into the driveway and smile when I see that the lights are on, flooding the yard with their warmth.

“Daddy isn’t going to be happy we’ve been gone all day, little ladies,” I whisper to my belly, running my hand across my hard abdomen, and smile when I feel my girls give some solid kicks.

It takes me longer than normal to pull my body out of the car. I was driving around Greg’s truck until it became too hard to get in and out of the cab. I miss driving that monster around, but it was impossible to heave my weight into the driver’s seat anymore. I hate this damn car. I feel like I sit so low to the ground that I’ll be run over by every vehicle that comes near me. Luckily for me—or unluckily, considering I never pictured myself owning a mini-van—Greg promised we would go car shopping soon.

“Well, well . . . It looks like my wife decided she still loves her men after all.” I smirk when I hear my husband’s deep voice coming from behind me. I don’t turn; instead, I spend a second relishing in the soothing tones that wash over my tired body, firing alive every single inch. Even with his teasing tone, my body recognizes its mate, causing my skin to pucker with tiny goose bumps.

“Turn around, Beauty.”

I visibly shutter when his demand hits my ears. Slowly, I turn and take in all six foot three inches of solid male perfection. His dark brown hair is all over the place, a sure sign that he’s been playing with Cohen and running his fingers through his silky locks. I avoid his eyes and let mine travel slowly down his body. A tight black tee hugs every single inch of his chest, arms, and abs. I can literally see each and every muscle outline through the thin cotton. Letting my eyes wander lower, I have to bite my lip when I can see his thick erection straining the front of his sweats, just begging for my touch.

It isn’t until I hear his groan that I look up to meet his blazing eyes. The beautiful blue eyes I love so much have darkened to the point that I know he’s hanging on by a thread.

My tongue slips past my lips, rolling against my bottom lip before pulling it between my teeth. His eyes flash with warning, and the energy in the garage hits new levels of desire.

“If our boy weren’t sitting in the next room, ready to cook his mom dinner, I would have you spread out on the top of that damn car. Fuck. Melissa, baby, you have no idea how much I wish I could sink into your body right now.” He crosses the space that separates us, takes my purse from my hands, and lets it fall to the floor before pulling me close. “My cock is begging, baby, weeping to be inside your tight, slick pussy.” He lets out a tortured moan before shoving his head into the crook of my neck.

“God, Greg. You can’t go all Beast mode on me when you know there isn’t anything we can do about it for
hours!
Hours, Greg. My hormones are going insane right now.”

“Someone isn’t being very patient.” I can feel his lips tipping up against my neck before he presses small, hot kisses against my skin. “Does my woman want my dick? Huh? Do you want me to take it slow, letting each one of my piercings rub against you, rub inside of that wet pussy until it hits that spot that always makes you fly through the roof? Hmm?” His lips keep kissing. Tiny, wet, closed-mouth kisses against my shoulder and neck. With each word he speaks, I feel as if my body were being set on fire. My clit is throbbing against my soaked panties. “Or do you want me to take you hard, letting my balls slap against that perfect ass of yours?”

When his hands snake around my body and roughly squeeze my cheeks, I swear I come. Right then and there, with just his words, I feel the waves of my orgasm crashing over me. His head shoots up and his eyes question, but the cocky smile on his face tells me that he knows exactly what his words caused.

“Or maybe we should just pour some tea and
talk?
”

Arrogant jerk.

I playfully smack his chest before I drop my forehead to his chest. Yeah, those pregnancy hormones I mentioned also turn me into a complete basket case. I don’t do embarrassed, but with flushed cheeks and desire still racing through my veins, I start bawling. Not cute tears and soft sniffles. No, these are body-shaking, breath-gasping, puffy-face, and snotty-nose emotions.

“Hey, what the hell, baby?” His hands cup my cheeks and bring my head up so that my eyes meet his. “Melissa? What’s this all about?”

“I’m . . . so sor—sorry.” I hiccup.

“Why on earth are you apologizing?”

I can tell he’s worried. His eyes are almost panicked from trying to figure out what set his crazy, hormonal wife off this time. He pulls me away just far enough so that he can look down my body and check for some visible reason for me to be losing my mind.

“I wah-wah-was hoping yo-you would take me.”

His thumbs wipe my tears away, the worried look still very much present. “Take you where, Beauty?”

“Tay-tay-take me . . . on the car!” I wail. Oh, God. He’s going to think I’m some sexy-crazed loon.

With wide eyes, I watch the fear bleed from his face and his cocky smile returns. “You need me, Beauty?” That voice. That full-on Beast-mode voice. That is exactly what makes me go from zero to ready to be taken hard.

“Every second . . . of every day.”

His smile grows at my words, and then his lips press roughly against mine and his arms wrap around my body, pulling me as close as he can without pushing too hard against my belly.

Just like always, he knows how to deliver every promise to come in just one kiss. A kiss that is so powerful and all-consuming that I’m climbing right back up that peak and about to tumble over into another orgasm.

“Ew! Daddy! Mommy is touching your butt!”

I groan against Greg’s lips when Cohen’s voice comes from the doorway to the house. I pull my lips away, give Greg a heated look, and then step around my husband to wrap my arms around Cohen.

“Shh, C-Man. He had ants in his pants, and I had to make sure I got them all.”

He giggles, kisses my cheek, and then presses two kisses against my stomach before running back into the house. “Come on, Mommy! We’re having sketty!”

Hours later, I am just coming down from my third orgasm in a row. My body is slick with sweat, and my heart is still racing. My toes may be permanently curled.

“I’m pretty sure I can’t move my legs.”

Greg laughs from where he is lying—or more like collapsed—next to me. “I’m pretty sure I can’t move anything.”

I turn to my side to relieve the pressure my growing belly is putting on my back. I look over at his profile. His are eyes closed, hair wet with perspiration, and his chest is still moving rapidly.

“Thank you,” I whisper so softly I didn’t even think he would be able to hear me.

His eyes open and he turns towards me giving me all of his attention. “For what?”

My cheeks heat briefly before I answer. “For loving me.”

“Hey, that is one thing you never need to thank me for. Beauty, do you even have a clue to how much I love you?” He shifts, moving so that he can pull me against his side. I rest my head against his chest while one of his hands wraps around my shoulders, holding me close and his hand resting against my belly. “Melissa, I tell you daily—many times—how much I love you. Knowing that you’re my wife, that the perfect little boy asleep down the hall is my son because of you, and these little angels are a gift our love made . . . Those are just some of the things you have given me that makes my life worth living.” He pauses, removing his hand from my stomach long enough to lift my chin up so he can look into my eyes. “You never need to thank me for loving you, Melissa. You make it effortless.”

I close my eyes, letting the tears that had been pooling tip over and run down my cheeks.

“God, Baby . . . Don’t cry. There isn’t anything in our lives that warrants those tears. As far as I can tell, we’re about one step from perfect. Once Lillian and Lyndsie get here, there isn’t much of anything that could make our world any better. That is, unless you want to give me more babies.”

I smile at his attempt at bringing the crazy hormones back down. “Do you ever worry? Things have been going so well that I’m almost afraid to believe that it’s finally time for us to have our happily ever after.” He snorts, and I know that he’s thinking about all the books I always have my nose stuck in. “Don’t you make fun of me, Greg Cage.”

His laughter quiets, and he looks down into my eyes. “There isn’t a damn thing in this world that can keep us from our happily ever after,” he vows before kissing me sweetly. “Sleep, Beauty. Tomorrow’s going to be crazy enough, so you need to rest while you can.”

I cuddle as close as I can get, letting the sound of his heartbeats lull me to sleep.

CHAPTER 7

Greg

Of course, the one day I promise Melissa that I won’t do anything work related, I get a call from Axel about an issue at the office. A damn ‘issue’ is the last thing I want to deal with today, especially knowing that it more than likely has to do with Mrs. Hutchins, our newest and most aggravating client.

Mrs. Hutchins first came to us about a month ago, convinced that her older husband was sleeping with every female around. She calls constantly. She stops by the office daily. There isn’t a damn thing we can say to convince the woman that her husband is very much faithful. She doesn’t believe it. I’m starting to get the impression that she is only comes around because she has her eyes on Asher.

During the first meeting we took with her, she all but offered to pay Axel and me to sleep with her. Even if I weren’t the happiest damn married man around, there isn’t a check large enough that would convince me to sleep with her. She has something evil scratching the surface, and I want that as far away from me as possible.

If only Asher could see things the same way. I know that he hasn’t yet, but he’s thinking about it, and I know that if he sinks into that woman, she will leave him with something he can never wash off.

Shaking off the creepy-as-hell feeling Mrs. Hutchins always leaves me with, I jog up the stairs in search of my wife. I can hear her and Cohen’s laughter coming out of our bedroom and head that way.

“Why do my angels have a party when they’re still in your belly? They can’t open any presents when they’re in your belly. Do you think we’ll get cake? I love cake. Will Dilbert be there?”

I smile, walk over to Melissa, and wrap my arms around to rest against her swollen belly as Cohen continues his random questioning.

He finally stops talking and jumps off the bed. Without even a word, he takes off running out the bedroom door.

Melissa and I both laugh at the tornado that is Cohen Cage. Damn, I love that kid.

“Sometimes I wonder if he just talks because he likes the sound of his voice. You know, almost every time he starts on his twenty questions, they end in him running off without even having one answer.”