Page 307 of What We Brave
"I'm just saying." I look up at her. She's watching me with narrowed eyes but she's smiling. "You make such beautiful ones."
"I make exhausting ones."
"Beautiful and exhausting aren't mutually exclusive."
Blake's fingers trace down her neck, over her collarbone. "He's got a point. Iris has your eyes."
"Iris bit her sister yesterday."
"She's got your fight too."
"That's not the compliment you think it is." But she's laughing now, squirming as my mouth moves lower. "You two are relentless."
"We learned from the best." Blake tilts her chin up and kisses her. Slow. Thorough. I watch them for a moment—the way she melts into him, the way his hand cups her face like she's something precious.
Seven years. Still hits me the same way.
I press my mouth between her thighs and she gasps into Blake's kiss.
"Not fair," she breathes. "Ganging up on me."
"Teamwork," Blake says.
"Coordination," I add, then make it impossible for her to respond. By the time I slide inside her, she's already come once on my tongue, and Blake's hard against her hip, his hand wrapped around himself while he watches us.
"God." She pulls me deeper, her nails raking down my back. "I missed this."
"You said that already."
"I mean it more now."
I thrust slow. Deep. Watching her face. Blake shifts beside us, his free hand finding her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers. She arches into both of us, caught between sensations.
"Another baby," Blake murmurs against her ear. "Think about it."
"I'm thinking about—" She loses the sentence as I hit a particular angle. "I'm thinking about other things right now."
"Multitask."
"You're so annoying."
"You love me."
I pick up the pace. She's tight and wet and making those sounds—the ones that tell me she's getting close again. Blake's still stroking himself, matching my rhythm, his eyes dark as he watches where our bodies meet.
"You're so beautiful like this." His voice is rough. "Both of you."
Laine reaches for him. Wraps her hand around his, joins him in the rhythm. He groans.
"One more," I say. "Just one more baby. Then we're done."
"You said that—" She gasps as I thrust harder. "You said that after Iris."
"I meant it then too."
"Liar."
"Optimist."
