Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
“Can I…can I hold her?” Shea rasped.
“Absolutely, why don’t you sit on the couch?” Christian instructed.
Shea nodded and moved over to the couch. He sat down and rubbed his hands on his thighs. Christian finished buttoning up Skylar’s pajamas then scooped her up off the other end of the couch where he changed her diaper. He then brought her over to Shea and placed her in his arms. Christian adjusted his hold a little bit before sitting down next to him.
“Breathe, Shea.” Christian smirked.
Shea let out the breath he had been holding. “I didn’t even realize I was doing that,” he murmured with a small smile.
“I know.”
Christian put his arm on the back of the couch behind Shea.
“She’s so light,” Shea whispered.
“Yeah, right now. Wait until you see how fast she grows,” Anne chuckled.
“Mmm, she’ll be eighteen before you know it,” Henry Sr. said.
“Oh god, don’t say that.” Shea groaned.
They all laughed.
Christian’s parents stayed for a little while longer before heading home. After giving Skylar another bottle, Christian swaddled her and put her up in the bassinette, which was set up in their room. He set up the video monitor that Henry and Claire provided then went downstairs to find Shea.
Shea was in the kitchen standing in front of the sink, his hands planted on the counter on either side of it, his head hanging down. Christian sidled up behind him and wrapped his arms around him as he kissed the back of his neck. Shea tilted his head to the side, giving Christian better access to his neck. Christian hummed his approval and slipped his hands up under Shea’s T-shirt to run his hands over his tight stomach. Christian pressed his growing erection against Shea’s ass.
“How can you possibly think about sex right now?” Shea grunted.
“Because I always think about sex when you’re in the room,” Christian growled, sliding one hand down the front of Shea’s jeans to cup him through his boxers.
“Mmm, I can’t blame you, I am extremely sexy,” Shea murmured.
Christian smiled against his neck. “I’m glad you’re getting your sense of humor back.”
“It’s never too far away,” Shea replied, gasping when Christian found his way inside his boxers.
“You were making me nervous earlier with how upset you were,” Christian murmured as he wrapped his hand around Shea’s hardening cock.
“You can’t talk about something serious while you’re jerking me off. My brain shuts down when you touch me, you know that.” Shea breathed, pressing his ass more firmly against Christian’s groin.
Christian nipped at Shea’s neck. “We’ll talk later then.”
Shea just hummed in agreement and dropped his head back onto Christian shoulder. He brought his hand around to grab Christian’s hip, tugging him even closer if that was possible, as they were already pressed against each other.
“I want you inside of me,” Shea moaned.
“God, yes.” Christian breathed and tore at Shea’s jeans.
“I really don’t feel right doing this again,” Quinn muttered as he plopped down onto Henry’s couch.
“Baby.” Sebastian snorted from the recliner.
“Listen, I just want to know what you two think, and I can’t talk to you about Christian in front of him.” Henry sighed.
“Why do we have to talk about him at all?” Quinn replied.
“Because we’re a bunch of women who need to gossip.” Sebastian chuckled.
Quinn rolled his eyes. Henry understood why Quinn didn’t want to talk about Christian behind his back; it would be like him talking about Sebastian behind his back.
“First off, Quinn, I gotta know, did you know about Christian being gay before he came out to us? Because you and Margot didn’t react at all,” Henry said with a pointed look.
Quinn nodded. “I did know, Christian told me at the kids’ birthday party when he had that huge panic attack and I took him into the bathroom. He made me promise not to say anything because he wanted to be the one to tell everyone.”
“But you told Margot,” Sebastian said with a frown.
Quinn smiled fondly at the mention of his wife. Henry was so freaking happy that Quinn was so in love and had married such a wonderful woman, even if he didn’t have a huge wedding like Sebastian’s. Their little courthouse ceremony had been very personal and intimate; Margot looked beautiful in a tea length wedding dress. With the way she did her hair that day, plus the dress, she looked like she came straight out of the fifties. She looked absolutely beautiful and Henry had never seen Quinn smile the way he did that day. It had warmed his heart.
“Margot had found out way before I did and had even kept it a secret from me, and believe me, I tried multiple times to get it out of her,” Quinn said suggestively.
Henry smiled and shook his head. Sebastian barked out a laugh.
“What did you do, Quinn? Because it obviously didn’t work,” Sebastian said with a mischievous smile.