He shook his head again. Then he pinned me with a sexy grin and then let his eyes drift down to my V-neck T-shirt. They rested on my cleavage and then rose to meet my eyes again.

“Serious husband points,” he emphasized.

So, as he pulled onto the highway, I slid across the bench seat, palmed his erection with my hand, and proceeded to give him what he’d earned.

We’d just spent the night celebrating my twenty-sixth birthday in the best way possible. With the Backstreet Boys.

Yup. My dear husband had surprised me with tickets to my favorite ’90s boy band. Sure, it might have been 2010 and they were pushing—and possibly passing—forty, but those guys could still bring it. And the sold-out crowd proved it, too.

I was still reveling in the night when we walked into the house. Jeremy grabbed a beer, and I followed him into the living room, smiling at the sight before me.

Lexi was, naturally, sitting on the end of the couch with a book in her hand and her husband’s head in her lap. Ty was stretched out, with Ava lying on his torso, both of them fast asleep. She didn’t even notice us until I pulled my phone out and snapped a picture.

She gave us a smile. “How was the concert?

I beamed.

Jeremy groaned.

Then we spoke simultaneously.

“Amazing.”

“The worst three hours of my life.”

I shot him a look, and his frown turned into a grin. He looked back at Lexi.

“But it was so, so worth it,” he amended, and I beamed once again.

“How was Ava?” I asked as Jeremy lifted our daughter from her uncle’s chest.

“She found the Scarface DVD and cried until Ty finally put it on,” she said, shaking her head then raising an accusing eyebrow at Jeremy. “Then, she called me a filthy animal when I’d kissed her goodnight.”

“Hey! What are you looking at me like that for?” Jeremy asked, innocence on his face. His protest, however, was futile, because a second later, he busted out laughing. “It’s not my fault she has good taste in movies. Plus, she has ears like an eagle and remembers everything. She’s my little parrot, but she’s also a ninja. A parrot ninja. She hides and hears. She’s sneaky.”

“She’s going to be trouble,” Lexi warned with a smile, telling us something we were well aware of.

Jeremy was right. Ava wasn’t even quite two years old and I’d already been mortified when she’d pointed and called the mailman sexy.

Jeremy just laughed, ruffled my sister’s hair, and headed down the hallway to put Ava in her crib. Ty shifted in his sleep, and I glanced at my sister.

“He’s so good with her,” I said.

She simply nodded.

“You’ve been married nearly as long as Jeremy and I have. When are you going to give Ava a cousin?”

A shadow crossed her features, and something began to burn deep down in my belly. Before she could respond, Ty’s voice surprised me.

“What time is it?” he asked sleepily. Yawning, he blinked his eyes open. “Oh, hey, Sierra. How was the concert?”

I smiled even though I was troubled by whatever had just happened with my sister. “It was great.” It was my turn to yawn. “Thanks for watching Ava. I hope she wasn’t too much of a hellion tonight.”

He sat up and shook his head. “That kid… She’s something else,” he laughed, and I joined.

“She’s her father’s daughter,” I admitted.

“I’ll give you that.” He leaned over and kissed Lexi on her cheek. “Ready, babe?”

The look that had been on her face disappeared, and she turned to give her husband a knowing smile. “Of course. After all, as the song goes…”

His eyes lit up as they slid from his sister to me. “Who needs candles and cake…” he sang and stood, pulling Lexi up from the couch. His hand slid to her ass as he drew her into his side. Then his eyes danced with amusement as he sang the R&B song. “‘Birthday sex.’”

Jeremy walked into the room as Ty was finishing the song, and when he heard the words, he stopped in his tracks, his own eyes lighting up. “If I’d have known Ty was going to serenade us, I wouldn’t have gotten those tickets. Although this is kinda weird, you being my brother-in-law and all that. In fact, if you were any other man, I’d probably kick your ass for even thinking about sex while looking at my wife.”

“Banks, have you ever kicked anyone’s ass?”

Jeremy grinned, giving Ty his answer. “I’m a lover, man, not a fighter. Plus, this face is way too pretty to be punched.”

“Pretty?” Ty challenged.

“Fuckin’ beautiful,” Jeremy answered, and I silently echoed his sentiments.

“Okay, boys. As much as I’d love to stay and watch you verbally spar, I think we should probably get out of here and leave them to it…” Lexi trailed off.

“To do it,” Ty quipped.

Lexi groaned even though she smiled. “And, with that, we’re going. Have a good night, guys. Happy birthday, Sierra,” she said as she crossed the room and gave me a hug. “Love you.”

I returned the hug and maybe gave her an extra squeeze. “Love you, too.”

As soon as Jeremy closed the door behind them, he leaned back against it. “So…birthday sex, huh?” he asked, his gaze heated.

“Who needs candles and cake when I have that?” I said, waving my hand up and down.

“Fucking right,” he murmured.

My desire grew as he tugged his T-shirt over his head, revealing lean muscles. My mouth watered as he did a little striptease with his shorts then slowly slid his boxer briefs down his legs.

When he stood up straight, he held his arms out wide. “Happy birthday, baby,” he grinned. “I was saving the best show for last.”

A beautiful sight, that’s for sure. Jeremy, tan from hours working in the garden, his muscles lean and toned from helping Ty with his side job of flipping houses. He might have been the one selling the homes, but he was hell with a hammer.

In more ways than one.

And, now, I wanted him to hammer into me.

I was drunk on tequila and boy bands, and I wanted Jeremy in a fierce way. Much quicker than he had, I performed a striptease until I was completely naked in my living room. The lust in his gaze was all I needed. He stumbled back a step when I launched myself at him.

“Fuck me or lose me forever!” I announced as I wrapped my legs around his legs.

He was just as ready as I was. My hands gripped his shoulders as he pushed me against the wall and lined his cock up against my entrance. As much as I wanted to slam down onto him, I let him maintain control. I held my breath as he slid into me, inch by glorious inch, until he was buried deep inside.

Oh yeah, there was something to be said about birthday sex.

Hell, every time I had sex with Jeremy was the best.

He retreated and drove into me with a cadence that had me in a frenzy in seconds, and I came faster than I ever had before. I was sure Jeremy had just broken some sort of record. And I was just about to tell him this when he pressed a sweet kiss to my forehead.

My legs tightened around his waist, drawing him in deeper, riding him until he swelled inside me, ready for his own release. Then he gave it to me.

“Happy birthday,” he repeated.

I released a sigh of pleasure and smiled down at him. “You’ll never have to get me another gift again. As long as I have your cock, I have it all,” I informed him.

He grinned and cocked an eyebrow. “Well, that’s good to know. Considering your pussy is the goddess who owns me, you never have to worry about not having it. I’m at your beck and call, baby. You can have me twenty-four-seven.”

“Will you fan me and feed me grapes whenever I ask?”

“Yup.”

“Bathe me when I’m feeling lazy? Massage my skin? Wash my hair?”

He stood back, and his hands held my waist as he lowered me to the floor and gazed down on me. “Consider me your own personal servant.”

“Can I bother you for a massage?” I asked, hopeful.

“I think that can be arranged. Go lie down, baby. I’ll get the wine and the oil.”