T Novan - Exposure Season 4

I remember my time with C.J., and it never felt like this. Of course it didn’t. I was able to walk away. I know, without a doubt, I could never turn my back on Harper. I had never believed in forever.

Until now.

I walk over to Harper and slide my arms around her, pressing my cheek against her breast, feeling the beat of her heart against my skin. "I love you," I whisper, needing to speak my feelings out loud.

Harper’s hands are warm on my back, heating my skin through the thin cotton of my nightgown. Her touch is gentle. "And I love you." Her hand slides up into my hair, and she tilts my head back so she can place a kiss on my lips.

"How are they?"

She glances down at Collin’s sleeping form. "Perfect."

I laugh softly at her assessment. "Of course, they’re yours."

Her arms tighten around me. "Exactly." I am rewarded with a dazzling smile. I had missed it this past week.

"You want to go back to bed?" I suspect I know her answer.

"I’d rather stay here. Wouldn’t you?"

In reply, I tug her over to the rocking chair and push her down into it. I slide onto her lap, wrapping my arms around her neck. "I want to stay right here."

"That can be arranged." She kisses the tip of my nose. "How about for the rest of our lifetime?"

I chuckle. "You read my mind."

I am laying on my back, Collin perched on my feet, dangling over my body. His mouth is open wide, and he is happily drooling all over me. I do some leg presses, moving him up and down, and he laughs. "You’re such a good boy," I praise him, glad he’s not frightened or cranky.

Kam thinks I’m talking to him, and he pushes himself up from his doggy bed. He hangs his big snout over my face and starts drooling on me as well. As he bends over me, I notice that we need to get him to a doggy dentist and deal with that bad breath.

"Ack! Go sit down, Kam."

Ever obedient, he bends down and begins licking my face industriously. His rough tongue tickles as it scrapes against my skin.Since my hands are holding onto Collin’s, I can’t swat him away. Ah, the joys of motherhood and dog ownership.

"Aaaa …" Collin vocalizes.

"Need a hand, Tabloid?" Kels’ voice is full of good humor.

I look over at the entryway and see her there, a freshly diapered Brennan in her arms. "My savior! Think you can get your dog off me?"

"Oh, I probably could," my wife teases me, not moving from her spot. "What’s the magic word?"

I consider teasing back, but Kam’s tongue nearly slips into my mouth. Through clenched teeth, I reply, "Please." It is the most pathetic cry for help I’ve ever heard.

"Kam, be nice," Kels manages to say through her laughter. "Be a good boy; go lay down."

He whimpers, clearly not wanting to leave his human lollipop. However, he’s well trained, and he obeys his master. "Thank you, darlin’. I was teaching Collin how to fly, and Kam decided to get involved."

"Since Collin doesn’t have wings, I’m glad Kam is watching out for him." My two girls sit down beside me, Brennan happily settled on her mother’s lap. Kels jerks her chin toward my happy son. "Could you get him down from there, please?"

I do one last leg press, eliciting happy gurgles and a fresh stream of drool, and then I lift him off. "You liked that, didn’t you, son?"

"Aaaa," Collin replies.

"Harper, he likes to put his hand in his diaper and then put it in his mouth, but I don’t let him do that either." She lifts Brennan’s clean hand and places a series of kisses on it.

I start laughing and shake my head. "You are such a mom." I take Collin and place him in her lap, beside his sister. "It’s so wonderful."

Kels is so busy pressing kisses on our children’s heads, she doesn’t hear my comment. "What is?"

"You are." I notice that my voice is husky, sounding like scotch and cigarettes.

Kels now pays attention. She looks up at me from under pale eyelashes, giving me a smile which quickly warms me through and through. "You think maybe it’s time for our little darlings to go to bed?"

My stomach clenches, and I nod enthusiastically. "They look tired."

"They do, huh?" She bounces them on her knees gently. "Let’s tuck them in, and then we’ll see what we can do for you. You look tired too."

I’ve missed this. Missed her. My toes are tingling. "Chér, I need to go to bed." I quickly add, lest she get the wrong idea, "And I need you to tuck me in."

"I figured it was something like that. So let’s see if we can get these two down for the night, and see about putting you down for the night."

"Mrs. Kingsley, the things you say." I am on my knees in front of her, leaning in for a kiss.

The twins don’t need much encouragement to fall asleep. A couple of stories, a song, and quite a few kisses, and they are out like a light. Kels and I stand over their cribs for a few moments watching them sleep, eternally grateful to have them home, before, turning, I take Kels into my arms. She leans into me, her weight insubstantial. I hook my thumbs into the waistband of her jeans and pull her tight against me. Her hips are pressed against mine providing delicious contact.

She looks up at me, her eyes a shade darker than normal, her breathing more rapid. I press my lips to hers. My tongue traces the outline of her lips, requesting entrance. She opens up to me, and I eagerly taste her. She’s sweet, like the honey she puts in her tea. I explore her mouth with gentle strokes, touching her tongue and inviting her to play.

I feel, more than hear, her moan under my gentle offensive. She stretches her arms out, linking them behind my neck. This brings her up against me, her breasts pressed under mine. I can feel her nipples harden, and I imagine taking them in my mouth. My knees weaken.

Kels eases away from me and rests her forehead against my lips. "Nice …" So why did we stop? "But can we not do this in the twins’ room?"

Ah, okay. I can understand that. Best to not give our children any more reason to spend their lives in therapy. "I know of a soft bed calling our names." Without waiting for her reply, I scoop her up in my arms and begin carrying her toward our room.

Arriving there, I gently lay my precious bundle down on the bed and follow her onto it. I settle over her, putting most of my weight on my elbows and knees. My fingertips stroke her cheeks, her neck, her collarbone, reacquainting myself with her soft skin. I kiss where my fingers travel.

Kels arches up under me, pressing herself more fully against my body. I slide one arm under her, supporting her lower back. Her hands go to tug my shirt out from the waistband of my jeans. She’s satisfied when she’s touching my skin. I, however, am not satisfied. I push myself up and, with her help, remove my shirt and bra entirely.

Kels surges upward and captures my breast in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the nipple teasingly. Under her delicious assault, I sit back on my heels, Kels attached to me. I cup the back of her neck with my hand, holding her in place, though I doubt she is planning on moving anytime soon. Since having the babies, she makes love to my breasts differently. Instead of a harsh suction, she now softens the pressure with the flat of her tongue pressed against my nipple. She takes more of me into her mouth, drawing me deeper into her. Thank you, Brennan and Collin. "Darlin’," I groan.

Kels nips me. When she speaks, her breath is hot against my already feverish skin, "Yes?" Without waiting for my reply, she blows softly on my wet skin, and I feel my nipple tighten even more.

My reply is a deep groan. I feel every movement of her mouth between my legs. I stroke her cheek and neck, encouraging her to continue, and she switches breasts, her right hand coming up to massage my now neglected one. I curl over her, pressing my lips to her hair, breathing in the scent of strawberries and kiwi. My arms run up her back, disappointed at the feel of cotton and not skin.