For those of you who have read it - here is a special treat!
Readers fell in love with football player Jake Miller and supermodel, Hannah Hahn in Going For It. In fact one fell so hard she asked me to check in on our sexy couple. How could I refuse? I love them too! It's been almost 3 years since I released Going For It and I was surprised how easy it was to recapture Jake and Hannah fire. Enjoy! Please let me know what you think in the comments...
(What
happens after the happily-ever-after…)
Hannah nudged him. “Game time,” she sleepily mumbled.
“Can you take this
one?”
“I have a shoot
tomorrow. I need my beauty sleep.”
“If you get anymore
beautiful I’m going to go blind,” Jake said, nuzzling her neck.
“Mmmm…good one, but
that will not get you out of diaper duty.”
Jake didn’t think it
would, but it was true just the same. He whipped off the covers and trudged to
the nursery. Standing in her crib, Maxine sobbed as if her world was ending.
Jake knew how she felt. With every whimper his heart stopped, and with every
cry he died a little, but then every smile, every laugh made it all worth the
constant worry and lack of sleep.
Her tears did
him in. Jake was so screwed. The tiny female turned this growling two hundred
and twenty-five pound bear of a running back into a cuddly Teddy bear.
Maxine’s lips wobbled
as she chanted, “Dadadada. Dadadada.”
“Shhh, baby girl,
Daddy’s here.”
In a heartbeat the
wobble turned into a sing-song voice. “Daddeeee. Daddeee.” Her tiny arms
stretched out for him.
Jake
swooped her up but resisted the urge to turn this into playtime. He hummed a
nonsensical tune as he changed her diaper. She started to fuss when he headed
back to the crib. “Okay, just one song.” His daughter smiled. “Okay, two
songs.” Jake sat in the rocker and sang her back to sweet dreams, thinking he
was the luckiest man on Earth.
***
Hannah rolled over
and tried to fall back asleep, but the sounds emitting from the monitor of
father and daughter bonding with a late night lullaby kept her awake. She bit
her nail and smiled as she listened. Jake’s humming had immediately settled
Maxine. It was like she remembered her father’s deep voice from when he hummed
to her while rubbing Hannah’s swollen belly.
Unable to stay away,
she tiptoed to the nursery and peeked in. Seeing her big, powerful husband
lovingly hold their child in his arms, rocking back and forth as he sang
Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star was sexier than anything in the world.
This tiny creature
had the scariest running back in the NFL wrapped around her pinkie finger.
She snuck back to bed
as Jake returned a fast asleep Maxine to her crib. Along the way Hannah slid
her silk robe to the floor, then shed the tank top, and then stepped out of her
black-laced panties, leaving a trail for Jake to follow like Hansel. Only Jake
was no boy in a fairy tale. He was her knight-in-white-boxer-briefs. She slipped
between the sheets.
Jake entered the room
twirling the panties around his finger. “I thought you needed sleep.” He raised
a thick black brow, which was such a sexy contrast to his smooth caramel
colored-bald head.
“I need you more.”
Jake tossed the
panties over his shoulder, took off his boxers, and then covered her naked body
with his, the weight of him as familiar to her as her own body. A slow, steady
rush filled her. In the stolen moments during the day their lovemaking was hard
and fast, but in the quiet of the night, slow and intense.
Jake rolled over to
get a condom. She stayed away from birth control pills since they could put up
to ten pounds on her body. Ten pounds she couldn’t afford at this point in her
career. So after literally busting her butt to regain her modeling body back,
she was crazy to want another baby. But that’s exactly what she was. Crazy in
love and she wanted her little family to grow.
“No, don’t.” She
reached out and pulled Jake back to her.
“I thought—
“I want Maxi to have
a brother to boss around.”
Jake’s wide smile
still caused her heart to flutter.
“It would be nice to
even the score around here.”
“Ha! You love it.”
“I do at that.”
“Good. Now, give me
that rosy, after sex glow to make up for missing sleep.”
“Hannah, you’re going
break the lens with the glow I’m going to give you.”
His lips descended on
hers. With a smoking kiss that would leave a blush on her face for hours and
every time she relived it in her minds eye, Hannah knew she was the luckiest
woman alive.