Free Timeless by Erin Noelle

Scurrying to the bedroom, I bound into the room just as Mason exits the bathroom.
    “Where were you, Angel?” he asks groggily, walking back to the bed, still stark naked. I clench my thighs together at the sight of him; he truly is a specimen.
    “I went to get some water and got sidetracked unpacking a box.” Crawling onto the mattress simultaneously, I meet him in the middle with a quick kiss.
    Growling, he grabs the bottom hem of my t-shirt and yanks it over my head. “And you put clothes on. I want you naked. It’s not time for unpacking.”
    I promptly slide the panties down my legs and toss them to the floor before he rips them off. Clutching my hips, he rolls onto his back and pulls me on top of him in one swift motion. “Better,” he mumbles, reaching up to cup my breasts, both thumbs playfully brushing back and forth over my nipples. “Don’t make me handcuff you to the bed,” he teases.
    Looking at all of the old pictures and remembering what it was like when I was pregnant and delivered the twins ignited a desire inside of me. It’s something the two of us discussed several times, but the timing was never right; however, now that we’re married and in our own home, I’m ready.
    Wiggling on top of his cock pressing into the cleft of my ass, I lift my arms and gather my hair in a messy pile on top of my head, doing the best sexy-seductress-Scarlett I can. “Mase, I’m ready,” I rasp.
    “Fuck right, you’re ready, baby.” He grinds his hips against me, provoking a guttural moan from the back of my throat.
    I splay my hands across his sinfully-sexy chest, staring deeply into his lustful eyes. “I want another baby.”

SCARLETT
    The scorching, bright rays of the morning sun cut through the bedroom window way too early, shining directly into my sleep-deprived eyes only a couple of hours after Mason and I had way too much fun ‘trying’ to make another baby. Hiding my head under the pillow, I silently curse myself for not making him hang the damn curtains last night.
    “Morning, beautiful,” he says in his sleepy voice from the other side of the bed.
    I grunt my displeasure at him without moving. Lifting the fluffy shield from my head, he rolls me onto my back and kisses the top of my forehead. His head is propped up by his elbow, and he’s smiling down at me adoringly. “Someone’s grumpy this morning,” he teases, tickling my bare belly with his free hand. You can’t be pregnant already, right?”
    Chuckling, I roll my eyes and shake my head. “No, silly, I’m still on birth control; I can’t be pregnant yet. I’m grouchy because I’m still sleepy and the sun is blinding me.”
    He repositions himself to block the light from my face. “But you did mean what you said? You want to have another baby?”
    I can’t tell if he’s hoping I did or didn’t mean it — or maybe a little of both. Nervously, I nibble on my bottom lip and nod my head. “Yeah, I know we’ve talked about having more, but I didn’t want to until we were off the bus permanently and settled. As many great memories we made with the kids traveling all over the world the last few years, I don’t want to do it again.”
    “We were pretty crazy, weren’t we?” His warm laugh intoxicates me, and I’m thankful we can joke about our not-so-conventional way of raising a family.
    “Yes, we were — and sometimes still are,” I reply softly, reaching up to tenderly trace my finger over his morning stubble. “We’re always a good crazy though.”
    Grasping my hand, he kisses my palm then abruptly sits up, the gray sheet pooling around his waist. “Speaking of kids and crazy, we need to get up and get busy. They’ll be home tomorrow night and this place is a wreck.”
    “Okay, I promise I’ll get busy, but I want to show you something first. Let’s get dressed and make some coffee.”
    Fifteen minutes later, Mason and I — each holding a piping hot mug — are sitting on the living room floor surrounded by the