More Layers: Book Two Layers Series (18 page)

“You’re bossy.”

“Technically, I am your boss.”

“I could quit, you know. Become a kept man, a mom-man. Form a mom-man only playgroup because all the woman-mom groups don’t like the way we change diapers, or that we think a little sand never hurt anyone, or that we don’t consider dick or cock to be a four-letter word. Then I could organize mom-man nights out. Nights where mom-men can blow off the stress of being home all the time...being spit up on all the time...wiping green snotty noses all the time...having our women coming home from the office late all the time...generally just being underappreciated all the time.

We would go be men and do man stuff, like go to a hockey game, get drunk, fart, burp, get into a fight because some dude calls you a pussy because you’re a mom-man. Or, we could go to a strip club, get drunk and be womanizing mom-man pricks.”

“You do know that we have a nanny and we can hire more help when the baby comes?”

“We could go with that.”

“We are going with that. And just so you know—cock and dick are four-letter words.”

“See, you’re just like all the other woman-moms.”

“That’s because I am.”

“That’s no excuse.”

“How did we get from my casa is your casa to man-moms?”

“I don’t know. How about we stop talking and start ‘doing.’“

“What kind of ‘doing’ do you have in mind, Mr. Ryan?”

“The best kind.”

I lick my top lip. “I like that kind.”

“I know you do.”

I run my hand through his shoulder-length locks. “I was thinking about having a part of me—wrapped around a certain part of you, kind of ‘doing.’“

“Were you now?”

He flips me over and pins me down.

I giggle.

He nips my lower lip, and kisses it. “I’m in love with you, Ms. Grant, and if your casa is going to be my casa, then you need to promise me something.”

“Okay, what?”

“That you’ll become my wife when I can remarry.”

I bite my lip not knowing how to play this out. After my disastrous marriage to Zane, I told myself I’d never be anyone’s wife again-ever. I know Jax is no Zane, but the words “marriage” and “wife” leave a bad taste in my mouth. Can’t we just live together?

“You’re thinking, and I know I’m not going to like it.”

“I’ll promise this. When you’re divorced, we’ll talk about it.”

“Why do you have to fight me on everything?”

“I’m not fighting you.”

He frowns.

“Come on, Jax, let’s make love, not war.”

“Okay, if you promise me to keep your promise.”

“I promise to keep my promise.”

He gives me a half smile.

“That’s better. Now kiss me.”

His lips hover over mine but...they just hover.

“Please.”

He gives me a wicked smile, but continues with the hovering.

“Jax, don’t tease me.”

He doesn’t move—neither do his lips. Bastard.

“You want me to beg, don’t you?”

He nods.

I smile when I feel something long and hard pressed up against my thigh.

“Nope, not going to happen, Mr. Ryan. There will be no begging.”

“Really?” he says, “we’ll see about that.”

He kicks the blanket and sheet away and then slides down my body. He spreads my thighs wide and lowers his head between them. He looks up at me and gives me a cheeky grin. Then the bastard hovers his lips just above my clit and blows.

I flinch and he smiles.

Cheeky bastard. “What are you smiling about?”

He blows again, but this time I’m prepared and I don’t flinch an inch.

His smile widens.

“I don’t know what you’re smiling about. I didn’t hear any begging.”

He licks his lips and then puckers. He blows up over my clit, over my hipbone, up my side, over my ribs, up between by breasts, and hovers over my right nipple.

I hold my breath as the tip of his tongue parts his lips and...stops just above my nipple. He smiles, licks his lips again and gives my left nipple the same treatment.

As his lips float, my traitorous nipples harden.

His smile widens as he plays blowing, non-touching, non-licking, non-sucking Ping-Pong with my nipples. Back and forth, back and forth. Ping-Pong, Ping-Pong.

I will my body to remain steadfast but the damn thing shudders on me.

He chuckles.

“Bastard.”

“Come on, baby, just one word and I’ll end the torture.”

I shake my head. I don’t think so, Mr. Ping-ponger.

“Then I’m going to have to bring out the big gun.”

“The big gun?”

He sits up on his knees, parts my thighs further apart and...fuck. Takes “The Big Guy” (gun) in hand and strokes. He smiles as he glides up and down, up and down. Over the head—twist, up and down. Over the head—twist, up and down.

Fuck me.

I watch as pre-cum leaks from the head and he wipes it away with a finger and...puts the cum finger between his lips...and sucks.

Christ almighty, call Moses because the floods a ‘comin’.

“Jax,” I moan.

He leans forward and cups his ear. “What? What did you say?”

“Jax.”

He shakes his head and chuckles. Then he takes cock in hand and...fuck. He places it less than one millimeter away from the flooded gate.

“Say it.”

“Jax.”

He cups his ear again. “What did you say?”

“Please, Jax.”

He cups his stupid ear again. “Please...what?”

“Please touch me.”

“You can do better than that.”

“Damn infuriating, vagina-teasing man.”

“Nope.”

“Jax! Fuck me! Please!”

He sinks his cock into me in one hard thrust.

The impact takes my breath away. Shocks my system. I cry out in painful pleasure, “Jaaaxx.”

He leans forward and presses his lips to mine. “You drive me crazy, Ms. Grant.”

“Oh, shut up and fuck me already.”

He laughs. “With pleasure, damn infuriating woman.”

What the ##!!XXX is Going On?

Alexia

“Mom?”

I open my eyes and a sweaty kid forehead is pressed into mine. I blink and my eyelashes touch his nose.

He pulls away. “Why is Dad in your bed?”

I rub my eyes. “What? Why are you in my bed?”

“Because I live here, but Dad doesn’t.”

“What?”

“Dad?” he says and points to the other side of the bed.

“Chase, it’s...”

“Do I have to spell it out for you?”

“What?”

“Well, does he?”

I turn my head and JB is standing in the middle of the bed with his hands on his hips. God, he is such a Gram sometimes.

I sit up and the sheet falls down exposing my ta-tas.”

“Shit!” I say and pull it up.

“Potty mouth,” Chase says, then does that stupid shame on you finger gesture...thingy.

Who the hell taught him that?

“Well,” JB says, “we don’t have all day, Mom.”

“All day?”

He huffs and nods in his snoring dad’s direction.

“He...your dad...he and I...”

JB sighs. “I think you need to spell it out, brother.”

Chase frowns and shakes his little man head. “Why is D-A-D in your B-E-D?”

“That’s an excellent question,” Sam says as she walks toward the bed. “What the hell is going on here?” she asks and waves her arms about.

Chase frowns at her and does the shame on you finger thingy.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

Chase turns and looks at me and repeats the gesture.

“You first,” she says and points to Jaxson.

“He...we...then...No, you first.”

She shakes her head. “I don’t think so.”

“Go ahead Mom,” JB says, “just spell it out.”

“Oh for hell’s sake,” I utter.

Chase does the shame on you thingy—again.

“Who the hell taught you that? It bugs the shit out of me.”

He shakes his head and does it again.

“We’re still waiting,” JB says.

Sam comes over to my side of the bed. “Scoot over, it’s fu...” She looks at Chase. “It’s fumy freezing in here.”

I scoot over.

She lifts up the covers. “You slu...slug.”

“Sam!” we hear Lane shout from down the hall. “I can’t find the boys, do you...fuck me in a turnip truck. What the fuck is going on here?”

“Uncle Lane,” Chase scolds him, “you have a potty mouth.”

“Oh fu...fudge. Sorry, little man.”

Thank fuck he didn’t do the...fuck I spoke to soon.

Lane looks and me and I shake my head. Then he looks at Sam and she shakes her head.

Okay, so now we know he didn’t learn it from Sam or Lane.

Lane walks over to my side of the bed, and sits next to Sam.

“Mom,” JB says, “I’m not going to ask, or spell it out again. Answer the question. Why is Dad sleeping in your bed? He doesn’t live here, he lives with Mia.”

“Yeah, Mom,” Chase says.

Yeah, Mom,” Lane adds.

“Okay your dad and I...”

“What kind of kinky family fuckery is this?”

We look up and Jules is standing at the end of the bed.

“Aunt Jules,” Chase says and does the shame on you finger thingy again.

She looks at me and I shake my head. She looks at Sam and she shakes her head. Then she looks at Lane and he does the same.

We are definitely narrowing down the suspects.

“For fu...fudder sake,” I say. “Is there a sign on our door that says, ‘Let yourself in, walk to Lex’s bedroom and join the fun.’ This is crazy.”

“This is your final warning before I take away your toys,” JB says.

“She doesn’t have any toys, you dork,” Chase tells him.

Sam smirks. “Yeah, right.”

I slug her.

“Ouch!” she whine-cries then pinches me.

“Ouch! You little pinching sh...shy girl.”

“Jesus Christ on a cracker,” Nick says as he walks into the bedroom. “I believe in family love and all that. And I’m pretty opened minded to kink, but this...” he says and puts up his hands.

“Yes, that’s true,” Jules adds. “He’s pretty open to kink.”

“Well, ain’t that special,” I say.

“Is Jesus Christ on a cracker bad words?” Chase asks.

“
No!” we all answer.

“What the fuck is going on?”

We all look at Jaxson, who’s finally gracing us with his awakened self.

“Dad?” Chase says. “What did we talk about?” Then he does the shame thingy.

“Sorry, son,” he says. “You’re right. Shame on me,” he says and does the shame thingy.

We all give him a dirty look.

“What the fu...funky did I do?”

“It was you...” I shout-whisper.

“What the fu...” We watch Jaxson as he struggles to come up with a new non-curse “FU” word.

“Futon...what the futon are you talking about?”

“Good one,” Lane spouts.

“Not,” Sam adds.

“Is anyone going to answer me?” Jaxson asks. “What are you all doing here in...Lex’s bedroom?”

JB shakes his head. “They won’t answer, Dad. Even when you spell it out.”

“No really,” Sam says, “what the fu...furl is going on?”

“No really, why are you all here?” I ask.

“Nor’easter, Nick says, the whole city is shut down.”

“But that doesn’t explain why you’re here,” Jaxson says, “in this house, in this room and...all but in the bed.”

“We’re here because Lee called us, and said that Lex was having a snow day Sunday breakfast—fest.”

“He told us it was an Alexia-intervention brunch,” Lane says.

“No,” Sam says. “That’s what Marco told us. He said that maybe that’s what it’s really about. By the way, Marco and Henry are on their way as soon as they find their skis or someone with a snowmobile.”

“I’m going to fire that motherfu...motherfungus.”

“Good one, Lex,” Lane says.

Nick folds his arms over his chest. “Can we get back to what the fu...furniture is going on here?”

JB rolls his eyes. “Good luck with that.”

“Jaxson, what is this? What are you doing?”

“Nick, we, I’m...Lex and I...” He looks at his two sons. “Sh...shipwreck.”

Lane shakes his head. “And they just keep on getting better.”

“Oh for he...hello sake. I love you all, but this is insane. Can you give Jaxson and me a moment alone with our sons?”

“Sure,” Sam says.

Lane stands up and Sam gets out of the bed.

“Doesn’t look like we’ll be having a fun foursome or sixsome,” Jules says. “Let’s go make breakfast, Nicky.”

He looks at Jaxson.

“I’ll explain right after we talk to the boys.”

Nick nods. “Okay, we’ll be in the kitchen.”

They all leave and shut the door behind them.

“What in the he...hello was that?” Jaxson asks.

“That was our family, Dad,” Chase tells him.

And he’s right. They have been our family, the boy’s family, long before Jaxson was.

I pull on the sheet and tuck it under my arms, then sit up against the padded headboard.

“JB, honey,” I pat the bed next to me “sit down.”

He looks at his dad and Jaxson nods, and then he sits down.

I look at both boys and then at Jaxson.

Jaxson clears his throat. “Your mom and I...we are going to be a family.”

“But we are a family,” Chase says. “Families come in all shapes and sizes.”

Jaxson looks at his son. “Okay...yes they do. Let me start over. All four—five of us are going to be a family. We are going to live in the same house and do things together as a family.”

“What about Mia and her baby?” JB asks. “Will they be a part of our family?”

“Mia won’t be a part of our family, but her baby will be.”

“Are you going to devise her?” Chase asks.

“It’s ‘divorce,’ and yes we will be getting a divorce.”

“Okay,” Chase says.

“Can we have pancakes for breakfast, Mom?” JB asks.

And just like that...we are a family.

Winter Wonderland

Alexia

“It’s going to be a crazy day. Your team is waiting in the conference room. Right after the team meeting you have a meeting, with Ray Hilton. At ten you have a conference call with the London team. At eleven you have a meeting with Lee and Mr. Ryan. At twelve thirty you have a lunch meeting with the Simco people. They haven’t confirmed who will be attending. I’ll find out. At two thirty you have an appointment with doctor Peterson. And at four you have a scheduled call with Mr. Wang at the Hong Kong office. If your appointment with Dr. Peterson runs long we can push it back a half hour. At five thirty you have a dinner meeting with Kim Helms and Janis Adams from the ‘Make a Dream Foundation.’ Jill will meet you at the restaurant and she will have Steven Kemp with her. He is the new Karen Foundation hire. At seven you have a scheduled call with Kyle—Sydney office. Then, Sam wants to touch base on the Lancaster plant rebuild before you go home.”