#Holiday: A Hashtag Series Short Story (Hashtag #6.5) by Cambria Hebert Read Free Book Online

over me was something I fucking loved. Besides, she really had no reason to feel this way. She was it for me.
    “What kind of mother feels jealous of her own daughter?” Her voice was hoarse.
    “One who needs some lovin’ from her husband,” I drawled and hooked my hands beneath her elbows. The way I saw it, this was completely and totally my fault. She wouldn’t feel left out if I was giving her everything she needed.
    She glanced up, and I caught her eyes and held. Even though I didn’t grip her chin, she didn’t look away. My stare was like a net she’d gotten caught in.
    “Why didn’t you tell me you were feeling this way?”
    “No guy wants to hear his baby mama drama.”
    I laughed. “Baby mama drama?”
    “Sounds like something you’d say…” she muttered.
    I couldn’t stop the wide grin from splitting my face. “I fucking love you so goddamn much.”
    Her eyes snapped back to mine. “You better not cuss like that in front of our daughter.”
    “I only cuss like that for you, baby.” I released her elbows and hooked my palms beneath her arms and lifted so she could straddle my waist. I leaned back against the porcelain of the tub and let my eyes roam her sudsy body.
    I felt her shrink a little beneath my gaze, so I reached up and softly brushed away the bubbles, revealing all of her. “Your body has changed since Nova, but I like it more.” I brushed a little more, deliberately skimming my knuckles over her already pebbled nipple.
    I felt her listening even though she didn’t say a word. She was weighing my words, the way my voice sounded when I said them. She was trying to decide if I was being honest or just telling her what she wanted to hear.
    I weighed the fullness of her breast in my palm. “You fill my hands with softness when I touch you.” I released her breast. My hand roamed down her side to her waist, where it dipped in, then gave way to the curve of her hip. “My hands never get bored when they explore your body, the peaks and valleys, the way your hips flare out and the roundness of your ass.” As I spoke, my hand went to her middle, rubbing over the smooth skin. I felt her flinch slightly. I knew then this area was the place she was most insecure about.
    No, it wasn’t as flat and tight as it used to be, but I didn’t care. In my eyes, Ivy was perfect, and nothing would ever change that.
    “You carried my child in here,” I whispered and pressed more firmly against her middle. “You accepted part of me into you, and you nourished it for nine long months. The stretch marks—hardly noticeable by the way—that cover this area are reminders of what you did for me. For us. Every time I see them, I’m reminded of the way you looked with a rounded belly and the way it felt to feel our daughter kicking just beneath your skin.”
    Her posture became less rigid. Her breathing became deeper, and her fingers found the sides of my waist and dug in.
    She believed me.
    I knew she would because I spoke nothing but the truth.
    “I don’t even notice the girls at the field, Blondie. I smile and wink because it’s my job. But in the back of mind, I’m thinking about you. About getting you beneath me. About filling my mouth with your taste and filling your body with my cock.”
    “Really?”
    I swiped my thumb along her lower lip. “You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen. There is no competition. You’re my number one and you always will be.”
    “I’ve missed you,” she said for the second time tonight.
    “I’m so sorry, baby. I’ve missed you, too.” I rotated my hips so my erect cock could nudge against her.
    Because she was straddling my waist, my swollen head slid against her bottom, slipping between her cheeks just slightly.
    I moaned because it felt good, the way my tip slipped in just right.
    Her fingers tightened on my skin, and she rocked a little, pushing herself back into my cock a little more.
    I gripped her hips at the sensations rippling through me.
    I