Reading Lara (#3)

Chapter 7

Alpha Maddox Teller-

I open my eyes to the feel of Lara's hair brushing against my chest. We're still tangled in the sheets of my bed from last night. We both fell asleep after about our fourth round. I've never seen such an addictive and insatiable woman as Lara. She drives me wild and her appetite for s*x almost matches mine.

I look down to see her still asleep, her head on my chest and snoring softly. I slowly untangle myself from her and make my way to the kitchen after slipping on a pair of black briefs.

In the kitchen, I gather up eggs, mozzarella cheese, and ham for omelets. I dig out a pan and set it on the eye of the stove, turning the dial to medium heat. As I'm whisking the eggs, I hear the pitter patter of feet coming towards me. I turn to see Lara, in only a sheet wrapped around her, standing at the bar.

"Hey, baby."

"Hi," she whispers.

"Come here." She does as I say.

When she's about a foot away, I wrap an arm around her waist and bring her to my chest. I kiss the top of her head and ask, "You alright?"

She pulls back to look at me. "I'm fine. Why?"

"Well, we did go four rounds last night. I'm just making sure I wasn't too rough on you," I explain. I don't want her to be uncomfortable all day. Besides, her being sore could limit my access to her. I can't have that.

She leans up to find my lips. "You were, but it's nothing I can't handle. Plus, I think I tired you just as much." She giggles.

"Oh, really?" I laugh with her. "Are you trying to call me old?"

"Hmm, no. Just a little seasoned," she jokes.

"I'll have you know, I could rock grey hair. Like Sam Elliott or Clint Eastwood."

"I think you would look better than Sam Elliott or Clint Eastwood," she says, sealing her lips to mine. I place the bowl of eggs on the counter and place a hand on her cheek as we kiss.

I pull away after a moment. "You want an omelet?" I ask stupidly.

She nods. "I'm starving."

"Well, sit back and watch the magic happen, sweetness."

* * *

"Do you have any plans for today?" Lara asks from beside the coffee pot where she's sipping on a cup of Ethiopian blend. She's changed into one of my shirts.

"Besides getting you on birth control, we can spend the rest of the day in bed," I tell her.

I know she's probably not ready to have a baby, so I'm not going to pressure her. If it happens, it happens. I honestly can't remember if I even used condoms last night because I was so caught up in her.

Her eyes shoot to mine. "Birth control?"

I nod. "I figured you probably don't want to have babies right now. I'm not going to force you to do anything you don't want," I express to her. "But, I want kids, Lara. I mean, eventually. And if you don't want them-"

"I want kids, Maddox."

I smile. "You do?"

"Of course. Why else would I work at a daycare?"

"You want kids. Okay, so when?"

I know I sound overbearing and obsessed, but I can't help it. This is our future. Being with Lara is the most important thing to me and her giving me babies is just an added bonus. Kind of like a sale at the grocery store. Buy two for the price of one.

She hums. "Uhm...right now. But, it's okay if you want to wait," she tells me. "I can-"

In the next second, I'm on her, removing my shirt from her body and lifting her up onto the island. I slip my briefs down until I spring free and pull her to the edge of the counter, wrapping her legs around my back. I grip her ass in my hands and thrust into her, making her yell out, "Maddox!"

I still inside her. "You want more, Lara?" I ask.

"Yes," she whimpers, clawing at my shoulders.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes, Maddox. I do."

"With me?"

She nods. "Please."

I begin to slowly thrust in and out of her, creating a teasing rhythm. Frustrated, Lara grabs my ass and brings me closer, causing me to sink further into her. I groan loudly and begin slamming into her tight heat.

After a few minutes and knowing she's about to burst, I place my thumb on her clit and circle it. She moans loudly as she comes and her muscles flutter around me. I pick up my pace even more and feel my own orgasm consume me.

When I come back down, I feel Lara running her fingers through my hair at the back of my neck where my head is nestled in her shoulder. Her other hand is still clutching my ass. I sit there for a moment just enjoying the feel of her skin against mine and her now wild hair.

Once my breathing has calmed a little, I pull my head out of her neck. I gaze at her blushing features until she asks, "What is it, Maddox?"

"I need to ask you something."

"If this is about birth control, I'm sure and -"

"I want you to move in with me," I interrupt her.

"What?" She says, shocked.

"I want you to move in with me," I repeat.

"Really?"

"Really, baby. Your house is a home, but it's for a married couple with grown kids or single people. You can't raise babies in a house like that. Plus, you don't have enough space to enjoy having a big family," I explain my reasoning to her.

She nods, then giggles. "Exactly how many children are you asking me for?"

I smirk. "Four, maybe five, depending on if we have twins. Firm on that decision, too."

"Twins?"

She looks almost fearful of my answer. "Yeah. Why? What's wrong?"

"Zara and I are twins. We were born three minutes apart," she whispers.

"That's two sets of twins between both families. Why didn't you tell me about Zara?" I ask, concerned.

"It just never came up and I didn't think it was all that important."

"Baby, everything about you is important to me. Do you understand?"

She nods. "I love you, baby. And I know that it's really soon, but you need to know." I grip her face in my hands, bringing her eyes to mine. She holds my wrists as tears glow in her eyes.

"Maddox."

"I love you so much, Lara Henderson," I tell her, kissing her lips.

"I love you, too."

"Great. Now, are you going to move in with me?" I ask for reassurance.

"Yes."