Broken (Manhattan Ruthless Book 1)
Chapter 70

Ten months later

New Year’s Eve

Stuffing my hands into my pockets, I look out over the New York City skyline. In the distance, fireworks light up the night sky, and I smile at how my brothers and I always insisted on shooting off the fireworks before midnight when we were kids. This is the first New Year’s I haven’t spent with my family. Well, that part of my family at least. I have a new one now.

Turning around, I watch her sleep. Although she’s wearing nothing but a pair of panties, she’s kicked off the covers, and her hand rests protectively on the swell of her belly. Our baby’s due date was two days ago, but he’s refusing to leave the comfort of his mother’s womb. Stubborn, just like his dad.

I take off my pants and crawl into bed beside her, slipping my hand over her hip as I press my chest against her bare skin. She shifts onto her back and lets out a sleepy sigh. “I fell asleep. Have I missed the ball drop?”

Dropping a kiss on her shoulder, I glance at the TV on the wall. “Not yet, corazón. We have fifteen more minutes.”

“I’m sorry I’m the worst New Year’s company ever this year.”

“No.” I kiss her again and rub a hand over her stomach. Our son kicks against it, and I smile. “You’re the absolute best.”

“You’re so smooth,” she purrs, pressing her beautiful ass against me and making my cock stiffen.

“You’re a wicked little siren rubbing yourself on me like that.”

She giggles. “Well, you did promise to take care of me after the movie.”

“I know, but you fell asleep watching it.” I nip her shoulder.

She rubs a hand over her abdomen before placing it over mine. “What can I say? Growing an entire human is a tough deal, Ice.”

“I know, corazón, and you’re doing an exceptional job.”

“You think?” she whispers.

“I know.” I trail kisses over her neck, and she moans. Taking my hand, she moves it down between her thighs. “Do you want me to take care of you right now?”

I tug her panties aside and her back bows. “Yes, please.”

“My wife is such a needy little whore for me.”

“Yeah,” she breathes, rocking her hips to chase the friction of my fingers against her clit. I rub the pad of my middle digit over the swollen bud of flesh, and she whines—a sound full of need and desire. I ache to be inside her. Kissing her neck and shoulders, I tease her a little more, drawing out a series of whimpers and moans that have my cock weeping to take her. She groans when I stop, and I bite back a laugh. “You get so fucking desperate when I have my hands on you.”

She doesn’t even offer me any sass in return because she knows I’m right. I slide off her panties and toss them onto the floor. After rolling her onto her side, I hook her leg over mine, opening her wider for me. It’s the most comfortable position to fuck her in while she’s heavily pregnant, and it also gets her off quicker than any other. “But I’m just as desperate for you, corazón.”

She giggles. “Oh, I know that.”

I press the crown of my cock at the entrance of her wet channel. “You do, huh?”

“Yup. Admit it. You can’t get enough of me, Mr. James.”

“How much I want you has never been in doubt, Mrs. James.” I slide all the way inside her in one slow, deep thrust, and her walls ripple around me, squeezing me and pulling me deeper. “I love fucking you.” I grab her jaw and turn her head so she’s looking up at me. I give her a gentle kiss on the lips as I pull out and sink back inside, making her moan into my mouth. “And I fucking love you.”

“I love you more.”

I shake my head. “Impossible.” Then I seal my lips over hers again, kissing her with everything I have while I rock my hips and fuck her slowly. We only break our kiss when the faint noise of the TV in the background signals the ball has dropped.

She glances at the TV and then back at me, her eyes shining. “Oops, we missed it.”

I drive in a little harder, and she gasps. “I didn’t miss anything, corazón. Right here is the only place I want to be, and this is only thing I want to be doing.”

“Me too.”

I slip my hand between her thighs again, circling her swollen clit as I fuck her to a slow-rolling orgasm that has her whimpering my name and squeezing my cock so hard she tips me right over the edge with her.

I roll onto my back, and she turns around to face me, nestling into the crook of my shoulder as I wrap one arm around her. I press a kiss to her forehead. “I think we just started a whole new New Year’s tradition, corazón.”

“And what tradition is that?”

“I spend midnight balls-deep inside my wife.”

She snorts a laugh. “That could be tricky at one of your family parties.”

“I’ll make it happen.”

She yawns, rubbing her cheek against my chest. “I have no doubt you will, Ice.”