“I love you, too, Max,” I said as our eyes met. When I felt his knee spread my leg, I gasped sharply from the pleasure of feeling him inside of me. Max untied me as he continued to rock slowly.

“Oh, babe.” Max rolled his eyes back with an intense groaning sound. “I don’t think I can last. It’s been so long.”

Max pulled out to make sure my needs were fulfilled. I didn’t know how long he played with my body, but I knew it was getting close to feeding time when I felt my br**sts getting full.

“I feel so guilty when I touch your br**sts,” he murmured against my nipple. “When do you stop breast feeding?”

I was at a loss for words when Max entered me again. “I don’t …” Moaning in pleasure, my hips moved in unison with Max’s. “Max …” Out of breath, out of my mind, my body felt so weak. “Max!” I screamed when I felt myself climaxing.

“That’s it. Come for me, babe.” His hot breath scorched the side of my breast. Max was avoiding my ni**les. It was as if they were off limits, but I wanted and needed for him to touch me there, too. As he continued to pump faster, I guided his hand to my breast. It was as if I had released a beast. He hissed with excitement. Max’s eyes grew greedy and dark, and he fondled them roughly. “Oh, Max,” I panted, releasing short, quick breaths, and sounds I don’t remember making blurted out of my mouth.

“Jenna...I need to...I have to…” he continued to say, rocking faster and harder.

“I want to be on top,” I said.

That got his attention. I shoved him over so fast that he was in shock. Now I was the wild beast. I flung the tie around my neck and licked and kissed him all the way down.

Max squirmed. “Jenna.”

“I want you to scream my name, Max,” I requested as I continued to taste his long, thick dick.

Max rewarded me with that sexy, cocky grin. “Sit on me.”

I pushed onto him and rode him hard and fast.

“I’ve created a sex monster,” Max groaned, taking in the pleasure. I could tell he was beyond his limit. “Jenna,” he screamed my name. His hands on my hips moved to my br**sts. I leaned lower, wanting to have my naked body touch his, to feel his warmth, to feel every part of him.

Max lifted his hips and bent his knees to thrust deeper. That put us both over the edge and I was screaming. “That’s it, baby. I’m coming, too.” The bed rocked to the rhythm of Max’s tempo, and I actually thought the bed was going to break. It felt like we were going to drop to the first floor with the bed. “I have to...I want to …” Max growled, and his mouth went straight to my nipple.

Immediately, the sensation shot through my br**sts just like it always did when Connor started drinking. Oh shit! As we both exploded from intense pleasure, Max’s face was getting a shower from my ni**les. Milk was pouring on to his face. We both laughed like crazy. “Oh my God, Max. Get a towel.”

It was the most hilarious thing to watch. Milk continued to pour down on me. Instead of getting a towel, Max carried me to the bathroom and turned on the water. “We need a shower, babe. A nice warm shower. Let me wash you up.”

Max held me tenderly under the warm running water and kissed me gently, taking his time with long, soft strokes. “I love you, babe. Thank you for giving us a chance. Thank you for giving me a son. Thank you for making me so happy.”

I leaned into him, touching his body with mine as much as I could. My heart expanded to it’s fullest from his words, from his caresses. “Thank you for making me believe I was worth fighting for. That I was worthy of your love.”

Chapter 39

Jenna

Five years later

“Surprise!” I heard as I walked in. I gazed around to see my family and friends gathered in a private room of the restaurant called Jazz Kitchen in Anaheim. A large square table was set in the middle of the room; a bouquet of beautiful flowers in a tall glass vase was set on the table. And lavender and white balloons were tied to the back table for decoration.

“Happy thirtieth, babe,” Max kissed my forehead.

“Thank you,” I thought I said. Standing there, stunned and silent, it felt like a dream as I smiled at our guests. Hopefully my smile didn’t look dorky, because I felt my lips tugged too close to my ears.

“Jenna,” I heard a voice call. “I’m going to take Cassie from you.”

“Mom.” I finally snapped out of my confusion. Feeling her arms around me, she took my six-month old daughter out of my arms.

Oh my God! It hit me. Max had thrown me a surprise party. “Jenna, Happy Birthday.” Becky, Nicole, and Kate gave me a hug all at once.

“Thanks for coming?” I said, looking down. Christopher had let go of my hand. After he turned two, all he ever wanted to do was follow Connor around.

“It was so hard to keep it away from you,” Becky exclaimed. “I was so afraid that I was going to slip.”

“Well, you did a great job because I was completely clueless. Max told me that he had planned a special dinner for our family for my birthday and that we would spend the night at the Disney hotel, since it’s in walking distance. We also planned to go to Disneyland the next day. Wait.” I paused. “Are you going to Disneyland with us?”

“They sure are.” Max placed his arms around me.

“I can’t believe it. It’s going to be so much fun,” I squealed.

“Let’s see how long we can handle standing in line with all of these kids,” Matthew added.