Where We Belong (Alabama Summer #3.5)

Planting my hands on her waist, I spin her around until she’s facing the wall.

“Lean forward. Stick your ass out, baby.”

With a gentle hand, I guide her, pushing against the small of her back until her hands are flat on the wall and her head is bowed, her legs trembling as she spreads her feet.

“Oh God,” she whimpers, looking down at me over her shoulder as I spread her ass with my hands, moaning and leaning further into the wall when I kiss her pussy from behind, the gentlest press of my lips to her heated flesh.

I’m ready to devour her, my mouth watering at the very idea of Mia’s taste coating my tongue when a loud, screeching cry sounding like something out of a nightmare comes echoing into the bedroom, sending Mia and I both ramrod straight.

“Chase! Oh, my God.” Mia slides her thong back into place and starts frantically buttoning up her shirt as she darts out of the room.

I look down at the state I’m in—my dick out, hard as a fucking rock and pointing straight up at me, tenting my shirt. My shorts down around my thighs, and my brain, fuck, that has to be around here on the floor somewhere. Pretty damn sure Mia sucked it out of my cock when she was going at me minutes ago.

That woman. Fuck me.

Hearing Chase’s worrying cries still going on in the other room, I scramble to my feet and pull up my shorts, my heart racing as I cross the hall and enter his bedroom.

Mia is clutching him to her, kissing his cheek and trying to settle him. “I think he had a night terror. He’s shaking, Ben, and his little heart is pounding so fast.”

I rub his back and brush his dark hair off his forehead.

He’s still crying, and I can see how worked up he is. I can hear it in his labored breathing.

What the hell do kids this little dream about that scares them like this? Clowns? Fucking deranged cartoon animals?

“Let me take him,” I tell her, pulling him into my arms and against my chest, dropping my head next to his.

Chase fists my shirt and rubs his face against mine, his crying growing a little softer.

“Mommy?”

Lifting my head, I spot Nolan in the doorway.

He rubs at his eye, peering at us both and looking too exhausted to stand.

“Hey, come here.” Mia goes to him, kneeling down to cup his face. “You okay?”

“Is Chasey going to sleep with you?”

Mia looks back at me expectantly, a smile pulling at her mouth.

She knows why she’s smiling. I sure as shit know why she’s smiling.

My boys are cock-blocking me. Again, because this definitely isn’t the first time. I swear they plan this shit out at dinner.

I look down at Chase, his eyes wide with alarm and his little body still trembling with confused fear. No fucking way is he passing out any time soon, not looking like this. And Nolan, hell, if he knows Chase is lying in bed with us, he’ll fight his way into that room swinging every damn sword he owns.

Jerking my head, I walk toward the two of them. “Come on. But we’re sleeping, Nolan. We aren’t playing in there.”

Nobody is playing in there. Not anymore.

“Yesss,” he whispers, sounding a bit excited.

Mia rubs my back as we head into our bedroom.

She and Nolan climb on the bed first after she tugs on a tiny pair of pajama shorts and a night shirt.

I lay Chase next to Nolan and sink down beside him, keeping him close to me as I roll on my side to face everyone.

Everyone. All three pairs of eyes open and fixated on me.

“Nolan,” I warn, and immediately he shuts his eyes and rolls over, putting his back to me. I wrap my arm around Chase, trying to soothe him as Mia watches me from over the top of Nolan’s head.

Her eyes full of love and warmth, sucking me in just a little bit deeper.

“Sorry,” she mouths, smiling a bit.

I shrug.

“I love you.”

Heat blooms in the center of my chest.

I stare back at her, suddenly not caring at all that our night got interrupted, only feeling content and fucking whole being this close to Mia and our boys.

“Love you, Angel,” I mouth back, hearing the buzz of my phone on the night stand behind me, a call I’m going to ignore no matter who the fuck it is.

It can wait. This, right here, nothing is more important than this.

Everything else can wait.





Mia

“HOLY SHHH . . .”

“Tessa!”

Pulling the boys against me, wrapping an arm around each of their heads and doing my best to cover both pairs of innocent ears, I glare at the burgundy dressing room door my foul-mouthed best friend stands behind, glaring even harder when the door cracks open and a green eye peers at me.

Do you mind?

Tessa opens the door a bit wider and looks between the two boys, not appearing all too apologetic. “My bad. But it’s not like they haven’t heard it before.”

“Doesn’t matter. Just wait until you and Luke have a kid and they start repeating everything you say.”

I lower my hands, allowing the boys to move around in front of me again as I remain seated on the cushioned bench.