Wilde Magic (Wilde Women Book 3) (32 page)

“S
MILE FOR THE CAMERA, LADIES.”

Charlie and Rhiann looked toward the door at the same time to find Jax standing there with his phone lining up a picture. They were cuddled on either side of Brynn, who was sitting up against the headboard in a mound of pillows. Brynn’s hands rested on her small baby bump—the one she’d exposed by pulling up her top while she and Rhi softly stroked their big sister’s growing belly.

“Out with you Butt Whacker,” Rhiann quipped with a playfully arched brow. “This is sacred sister time. No icky boys allowed.”

“Yeah,” Charlie added. “Clubhouse rules. Girls only.”

Jackson Merrill languidly settled against the doorjamb in a cocky pose that made Charlie giggle. This guy was seriously good looking. Brynnie got herself a winner with him. Big and ruggedly handsome, he had an ease about him that reminded her of someone else. Someone she still couldn’t completely dismiss from her thoughts. And Brynn’s sexy fella’ also had a way with words and a snarky quip that made her laugh every time he and Rhiann went at it. Another trait she found uncomfortably reminiscent.

“Yes, well you’ll have to amend those rules. Baby daddy comes with special privileges. Right sugar lumps?”

Brynn shrieked, “Sugar lumps?” Pulling her shirt down, she covered the bump. “Ladies, he may be terms-of-endearment challenged but I’m afraid he’s right.”

Rhi grunted with hilarious outrage and Brynn made a show of patting her on the back as she offered her big sister wisdom. The whole scene felt like something out of
Little Women
. Only this version was naughty, funny and full of snark. Typical Baron-Wilde fuckery.

“But don’t fret, sweeties. There’s a bright side to every cloud.”

Charlie saw the way Jax smirked and how Brynn met the smirk with a big ol’ smile. Seeing it sent a zing straight to her heart. Ty used to look at her that way when she was being playful.

“I made him promise to check on me every hour. That only sounds fair, right?” she asked them with a righteous head nod. “I mean, I’m the one who’s pregnant. He got the fun and I get the nine months of worry. The least he can do is have an hourly reminder of what he did.”

“What I did? I was alone? Shit. You’ll have to explain that part to me!”

Brynn made a face and snickered. “Be quiet. I’m explaining how having you hanging around is a good thing. Don’t ruin it with your alpha nonsense.”

Charlie very nearly choked with laughter. This playful, sexy side to Brynn was new and got her looking at Jax through new eyes.

“Anyway,” she drawled. “Think about it, girls. Every hour he’s going to come check on me. Need a drink? He’ll have to go get it. Want the lip gloss in your purse? Jax’ll search till he finds the bag. It’s awesome. The possibilities!”

Jax pushed off with his shoulder from the doorjamb and stalked across the bedroom straight to Brynn’s side. He put his hand around the nape of her neck and pulled her to him for an incendiary kiss.

Oh my. Charlie remembered Ty doing the same thing.

No! She had to stop thinking about him like this and by like this, she meant all the damn time. It was just her desperate and heartbroken imagination that kept her comparing Jax to Ty. Cal Tyler was an empty suit living a made up life in a country far, far from here. Jackson Merrill, on the other hand, was a hard-working family man. A respected military vet with a soft spot for other vets. He was solid and real and had shown he was a true man. Not like that other one. The two men couldn’t be further apart. Case closed.

Jax ended the kiss and grinned into Brynn’s loving gaze. “Save the smart mouth for later, babe.”

Rhiann groaned and stuck her finger down her throat. “Ew, you two. Yuk. Get a room, okay?”

“This
is
our room,” Jax smirked.

Brynn giggled happily. “I fucking love you guys.”

“Everything okay, honey? You seem tired.”

Brynn was lying back against his chest as he smoothed lotion on her belly. He found her as she was drying off from a shower and quickly got her on the bed between his spread thighs, covered by nothing but a towel that was laying in her lap.

She reached back with one hand and put her fingers on the back of his head. He knew this signal. It said, kiss my neck. With her hair still pinned up from the shower, he had easy access. Licking from shoulder to ear, he pressed a soft kiss on a spot halfway between that always made her melt when he touched it.

Sighing heavily when he was finished, she gently squeezed his neck and dropped her hand. “Not tired. Moody. Sorry. Pregnancy hormones.”

Oh, it was more than that, although she wasn’t kidding about the hormones. Being pregnant was a blessing he barely knew how to describe. Every change in his lover’s body was like one of the seven wonders. Jax was still in shock and he knew she was, too.

Their Christmas wedding was coming up fast and as more and more of their families arrived and set up camp, Brynn became more and more emotional. Everyone was spread out in B&B’s and vacation rentals so as not to overwhelm his bride. Only her sisters were staying at Wilde House. She wanted them close by and now that they were here, she was a contradiction of happy and melancholy.

Hoping to distract her, he reached for more lotion and squirted a big glob on her sternum. The doctor said keeping her skin moisturized would help alleviate discomfort and stretch marks. He didn’t give a baker’s fuck about stretch marks. He was a fucking warrior. Scars, the ones you see and the ones you don’t, are symbols of survival. And life.

But any suggestion of Brynn having discomfort sent him to Defcon status. If rubbing a bit of cream onto her belly and breasts was going to help, he was all over that shit.

A few minutes later, she was purring and her nipples were beautifully puckered from the attention. His vantage point as he looked down offered a spectacular view. Brynn was naturally voluptuous and sexy as fuck without even trying. Add a burgeoning belly where his baby grew inside her and some extra oomph to her already fabulous tits and, well…

“You can be as moody as you need to be, babe,” he assured her in a husky murmur. “But I read in one of those pregnancy chat rooms online for expectant dads that there’s a way to channel those hormones into something less moody and more … pleasurable.”

She squirmed in his arms and arched back so she could look at him. Humor and lust, in equal parts, were all over her face. “Holy cow. Chat rooms? Expectant dads? Whadaya do? Exchange fantasy football information?”

Jax laughed. And tweaked her nipples—which instantly made her settle down, only this time when she squirmed, her ass rubbed his hard-on.

The hard-on was his new reality. He wanted to be inside Brynn twenty-four seven. If he could wear her on his cock, he would. Only, this wasn’t about him. It was about her and he knew just what to do to make her feel more than good.

He wrapped a hand around her throat. She immediately put hers on top of his. She called this an alpha move and she wasn’t wrong. He knew it turned her on and used it to his advantage. Tilting her head, he swooped down and kissed her with a ferocity that made his dick throb even more.

“We talk about practical things. Like hemorrhoids and episiotomies.”

She shuddered. Oops. Jax knew better than to make light of shit she was going to be dealing with.

“And we talk about which chocolate to buy at the CVS on a midnight craving run. And where to get the best tacos that don’t cause heartburn.”

“Really?”

He kissed her head and chuckled. “Yes. Really.”

She shocked him when her normally confident voice sounded small and worried. “I’m scared.”

He wanted to admit that he was too, but that wasn’t what she needed right now. And taking care of Brynn’s needs was his number one priority.

“Don’t be. I’m right here and you know I’d never let anything happen to you or the bump. Daddy’s got this.”

He knew she’d chuckle. They were gonna get a ton of mileage out of the many interpretations of the word daddy.

“Just relax, babe. Close your eyes.”

He massaged her breasts, kissed, and licked her neck till she was wriggling like mad. Groping a path from her tits to her navel, Jax enjoyed stroking Brynn’s soft body—especially when a hushed whimper escaped her throat.

Keeping one hand protectively at the base of her bump, he sent the other under the towel in search of other delights and wasn’t disappointed. Already wet with desire, he played with her pussy, pulling on the curls of blonde hair, teasing her lips open and tracing a fingertip lightly along her slit—front to back.

He tossed the towel on the floor, slid his hands under her butt so he could reposition their sprawl by spreading her legs and draping them over his jean covered thighs. She was open, accessible and moaning like crazy.

Brynn stretched up and wrapped her hands around his neck. He leaned in and bit her under her ear as a reward. He liked this position. Her tits were right there—easy to fondle, and with her legs out of the way he could touch her the way she liked.

First, he kneaded and massaged her beautiful breasts. The longer he stayed away from her pussy, the more desperate she became. Leaving her open and exposed added an element of erotic anticipation that drove his woman wild.

Wild.
He snickered at the play on words. She was his wild woman in more ways than one.

“Still feel moody?” he asked.

Her answer was a grunt and a wanton undulation that almost made him lose it. She was ready.

Both hands reached between her legs. She hissed with excitement. He growled his pleasure close to her ear. He knew her body so well, had memorized every millimeter that even from behind and without a view of what he was doing, Jax caressed her with unerring accuracy.

Spreading her pussy lips with one hand, he zeroed in on her pretty clit with the other and teased the hard little nub with the tip of a finger. Instantly, Brynn melted against him, whimpered and shook all over.

Next to being inside her and maybe her lips on his cock, his favorite thing was fingering his sexy as fuck baker. He did it with persistent regularity too. Like when they were out to dinner. That was always fun. Feeling her pussy clench and tighten around his finger when they were in public. Or driving in his truck. Pulling her panties aside and pumping her wet passage until she fell to pieces. Shit. He’d fingered her to a thundering orgasm at the movies and almost gotten caught in the act.

It was that time at her parents’ house though that stuck in his mind. She’d dragged him into her father’s library, shoved him into a wing chair, stood with her legs straddling his thighs and pushed his eager hand into her panties. That time, he’d sat back and watched her face as he furiously teased her. She was magnificent in her passion. Grinding against his hand, begging for more until she shattered in a rush of scalding hot wetness. He’d been astonished and very, very turned on when her lusty essence covered them both. Cleaning up after had been a bit of a challenge but they managed. Somehow. And then on the ride home, he pulled over into a rest stop along the turnpike and fucked her like a madman.

Always after these randy encounters, she managed to look innocent and ladylike. He fucking loved it.

“Jax,” she cried in a husky, over-excited voice.

“Shh, baby. I know what you need.” He tapped out
I love you
in Morse code on her turgid nub. He felt heat surge from her center. “One finger or two?” he asked.

“Two.”

She was so wet that swirling two fingers in and out of her pussy was mesmerizing. Swollen, hot and out of control, Brynn tried to buck her hips, but he answered by spreading his thighs wider and opening her even more to his insistent fingers.

“Oh, yeah,” Jax groaned. “That’s my baby. Fucking daddy’s fingers so good. Listen,” he grunted. Slowly pumping, he went deep, rubbed her clit with his thumb, then pulled his fingers out, only to sink them deep again as the sound of her dripping pussy brought groans from both of them.

Her arms tightened around his neck. Her inner muscles clenched his marauding fingers. She was whimpering and quivering. Watching Brynn come was his other favorite thing. He kept stroking her deep. Each squishy sound was answered by a grunt or a groan. She was so close.