Page 56 of Knot Convenient

“Teething. Certainly not a fun time,” I muttered sleepily. “He loves your mothers, though.”

“They are easy to love, albeit a little intense. I hate that he’s in pain and there’s so little we can do. How long will this last?” he asked, tugging me across the bed to him so I was curled up against his chest.

“From everything I’ve read, it’s going to be a while.” I sighed, sinking into his embrace.

“Oof. I’m sorry. Maybe there are more tricks that his pediatrician can recommend or something.”

I shrugged, burying my face into Emmett’s chest. “Maybe. It might be something we just have to ride out.”

“Talk to us. If Milo is having a bad day, we want to be there for you, to lighten the load. He’s our son as well now. The last thing we want is you shouldering this alone.”

“I appreciate that a lot.” I leaned up and kissed him again. I was quickly becoming addicted to his kisses. Emmett held me with such tender affection, like he thought I was precious. No one had made me feel like that in a very long time.

His hand dipped lower, grazing my thigh. The air filled with my scent, thick with need as my pulse sped up.

“Do you want me to stop?” Emmett asked against my lips, his gentle tone betrayed by the insistence in his touch.

I shook my head. There was a need inside me that was growing by the second, and I was convinced that, if we didn’t do something soon, I was going to combust.

Gripping him tightly, I pressed closer, and Emmett’s fingers danced over my skin, slipping between my legs. I was already drenched in slick, something about being next to my bonded mate making my body responsive and alive. I moved my hips against his hand, silently begging for more.

Emmett was quick to deliver.

His fingers reached under the loose fabric of my sleep shorts, his fingers grazing my folds. Every nerve in my body went on high alert. I stayed silent, but my breathing grew shallow and desperate within seconds. Emmett held his mouth to mine, his lips brushing me as our combined breathing whispered as the only evidence of what we were doing.

“Please…” The word slipped out of me on a breath, and I arched, eyes squeezed shut as I fought the urge to groan loudly or whine pathetically.

But Emmett didn’t leave me wanting.

His fingers dove into my slick-soaked folds, finding my clit immediately. He rubbed the sensitive bundle of nerves, making me see stars. I curled back in on myself, pressing my face into his arm. It was all I could do to keep the noise contained.

“Goddamn, sunshine. You feel so good.” A finger slipped in, then two, and then Emmett was pumping them inside me as his thumb worked my clit.

The stretch of his fingers was so intense, I didn’t want to think about how other parts of him would feel.

The rush was so intense, so fast and full force. I was flying over the edge into an orgasm in seconds, leaving me breathless and shocked. Emmett kissed my throat as I came down, still playing with me. Pulling every little aftershock he could out of my body.

After a few moments, he reached down, grasping at my sleep shorts and going to pull them down.

I gasped, pulling back. “Wait,” I said breathlessly.

“Is everything okay?” he asked, concern filling his eyes as he reared back, immediately giving me space. “Did I push too far?”

I shook my head. “No. No, that was… amazing. It’s just… ugh.” I sat back, wiping a hand over my face.

This conversation was always going to be inevitable, but I’d been putting it off for as long as possible.

Looking down at the bed, I sagged. “Emmett, you should know… I want to… you know. Do that. It’s just… well, I never have before.”

Emmett’s brow furrowed as he reeled back. “Had sex?” he asked incredulously.

I nodded, biting my lip, my cheeks flaming.

“H-how?” he asked. “You have a son?”

I sat up, raking a hand through my hair. “Well, I didn’t actually give birth to Milo.”

Emmett sat up, frowning. “I think you’re going to have to tell me the long version of that story, Summer.”