I Have To Look Up Just To See Hell

Prologue

Prologue:

{Marilyn POV}

I sighed contentedly as Shannon traced patters on my bare chest. “Mmm… I missed this.”

She giggled softly as I trailed my hand up and down her side lightly. “Me too…” I saw a glint in her eyes that I recognised…and liked. “Could we…”

I smiled at how she left the sentence hanging; I knew exactly when she meant. “Oh,” I rolled us so that she was below me. “We definitely can.”

She moaned softly as I kissed her and ground against her gently. God, she was so wet…I growled lightly. I had to have her… We both froze as we heard the baby begin to cry. We both let out frustrated groans.

“Damn…” Shannon murmured as she gave me a gentle push. I rolled us so that she was straddling me. She moaned quietly. “Play fair, Brian.” She smiled sinfully as she left the bed and pulled on one of my shirts. It barely covered her, but it was enough to go check on Abigail. She kissed me quickly and smiled as she ducked out of the room. “Hold that thought…”

As the baby stopped crying I smirked. “Oh, I will…”

This was our perfect life…and I was never going to lose her ever again…

I smiled as Shannon came back into our room after seeing to little Abigail. “She okay?” I asked as she came to stand beside the bed again.

“Yeah, she’s alright.” Shannon smiled as I held out a hand to her and she took it, entwining her fingers with mine. “Just restless…only needed to sing her a lullaby and she drifted right off to sleep again.”

“Well, that’s good.” My smile quickly turned into a naughty smirk. “Now,” I murmured as I tugged back onto the bed. “Where were we?”

I watched as Shannon lifted my borrowed shirt over her head and moved to straddle me. “Just about…here…”