by K. C. Crowne
But with him in front of me, his lips on mine, talking was the last thing I wanted to do.
We kissed; the kiss as perfect as it always was with him. But right away I noticed that there was something more to it, something about the way I gave myself to him.
There was no restraint, no holding back. During the sex we’d had before I’d always made sure to keep myself in check, to not give myself fully over to Gavin. Sure, he’d been able to make me come like no one else, but my heart was always guarded.
That time was different. I knew it right away, the second he’d put his hands on my face and brought my mouth to his.
He stood up and I pulled his coat off so quicky I worried I might tear the sleeves.
. My heart leapt, a big smile on my face, as we eagerly got one another out of our clothes. It was like we were teenagers all over again, discovering each other’s bodies for the first time.
I undid each and every one of his buttons, sweeping my hands over his chest and pushing his shirt back over his shoulders. We kissed through smiles as we undressed one another, and soon I had him out of is shirt and shoes and pants and down to nothing but a skin-tight pair of white boxer-briefs, me in only my bra and panties.
My stomach was still, and even in the middle of the kiss I was aware of what was happening inside of me how, my body would soon be changing. Most importantly, I knew I still needed to tell Gavin the big news.
In time. At that moment, all I wanted was him inside of me.
The hunger in his eyes let me know he was about to give me my wish.
He backed me up toward the couch, never breaking contact.
Our mouths crashed together, his tongue pushing past my lips and teeth, his taste and touch causing my skin to break out in goosebumps. I sighed and groaned as we lay down, wrapping my legs around him and guiding him toward me.
He put his hands on my hips, squeezing my curves. His cock was solid as a rock by this point, his head pressing against my clit through the cotton of my panties. With one quick flip, he switched our positions so I was straddling him.
“Feel good?” he growled, moving me back on forth on top of him.
“So…so fucking good.”
Gavin kept on doing it, each long, slow drag of his cock against my clit pushing me closer and closer to orgasm. He removed one of his hands from my hips. I glanced down to watched as he pulled the elastic waistband of his boxer-briefs down, his cock springing out, his head glistening with precum. Then he moved the drenched strip of panties between my legs aside, exposing my lips.
I lifted up, enough for his long, thick cock to stand at attention, pointing straight up. Then I lowered myself down onto him.
I gasped as he entered me, each of his inches bringing me to a new level of total delight. He grabbed my hips, and I placed my hands on his chest.
I rode him hard, Gavin gazing up at me with a steely hunter’s gaze. His body moved in mine, gliding in and out of me.
The first orgasm, the one that had been on the brink since we began kissing, didn’t take long to arrive. I gasped silently, my expression twisted into that of total bliss. My hips jerked back and forth hard as I eked out every last drop of satisfaction from my climax.
When I was done, I leaned forward, my breasts hanging in front of his face, on hand on the edge of the couch. My chest expanded and contracted, and Gavin placed the tip of his thumb on top of my clit, the sensation making my orgasm even more intense.
Before I had a chance to recover, Gavin clamped his big palms down onto my rear and stood up. I let out a surprised squeal as he lifted me, each of his powerful muscles flexed as I wrapped my arms and leg around him.
His cock stayed inside of me as we made our way to the bedroom. Once there, he fell on top of me, effortlessly switching us into the missionary position.
And if there was any doubt that the sex between us was something special, something different, the way he gazed down at me as me made love put it all into perfect clarity.
It was just that – we were making love. His hips moved in a slow, rolling motion, his cock entering me again and again, my tight, wet walls fitting him perfectly.
I was home. I’d spent so many years in denial about what Gavin was, how much he meant to me. And I was damn sure at that moment he was having the same thoughts.
My eyes closed, my hands moving over his smooth, solid back. His body worked on top of me, as if gently guiding me to another orgasm.
My breaths grew sharper, quicker, as Gavin filled my pussy over and over.
The orgasm that followed was like a warm wave that spread out over me, enveloping me just as his body did. My eyes were shut hard, my muscles twitching.
Gavin paused mid-thrust, the sign that he was coming right along with me. I focused on the twin sensations of us coming together, his cock twitching in time with the pulses of my orgasm.
The they faded, and Gavin kissed me deeply before rolling over onto the bed next to me.
We smiled, saying nothing for a time. He leaned in and kissed me, both of our mouths spreading into smiles as we pulled apart.
Then I spotted something over his shoulder – the copy of What to Expect When You’re Expecting.
I gasped.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, glancing over his shoulder, trying to find what I was looking at.
He turned back to me, apparently not noticing.
“Wait,” he said, propping his head up on his hand. “I could’ve sworn you had something to tell me about. And Kenna definitely looked like she knew there was something you wanted to tell me.”
There was no keeping it hidden any longer.
I sat up, scooching back against the headboard. Gavin did the same, sitting next to me. The wood of the headboard was cool against my bare skin, and just a little wet from the sweat that had built up from our activities.
“Gia, what’s going on?” he asked.
“I found something out over the holidays. Something important, something that changes everything. And at first, I didn’t want to tell you. I know it’s wrong I thought that way, but I was scared. And, not going to lie, a little mad at you.”
It was easy to see that he wanted to know but was being patient to give me some time and space to think about what I wanted to say, and how I wanted to say it.
Gavin was good like that. He always had been.
“Take your time.” He clasped my hand in his, smiling at me warmly. “There’s no-“
“I’m pregnant.”
He sat there stunned for a moment. “You’re what?”
I’d been worried about his reaction, and this certainly didn’t help matters any. He regarded me with total confusion.
“Um, look behind you – at the book on the nightstand.”
He nodded, turning around and grabbing the book.
“Holy shit.” Something about holding a physical piece of proof of what I’d said seemed to make it all sink in. “Ho-ly shit.”
Was he going to be upset? Was he going to turn around and walk out the door? Was he going to blow up at me for keeping such an important thing a secret?
He didn’t do any of those things. Instead, the biggest damn smile I’d ever seen spread across his face, and he jumped up onto his feet, standing on the bed.
“Yes!” he shouted. He pumped his fist. “Holy fuck! Yes! I’m going to be a dad!”
What the hell was I seeing? It was so funny seeing him like that, doing a goofy running-in-place dance, his half-hard cock flopping between his legs. I couldn’t help but laugh.
“So, you’re not mad?”
He dropped back down to his knees, putting his big hands on my slender shoulders. “Are you serious? How the hell could I get mad at news like this?”
He moved in and kissed me hard.
Gavin might’ve intended for the kiss to be quick, but I wanted more.
I opened my mouth and his tongue slipped inside.
“A little celebration?” he asked.
“How about a big one?”
Our life together was starting. I couldn’t have been more excited.
EPILOGUE I
GAVIN
“Aren’t you a doctor?”
“I am. But I’m better with broken legs than with babies.”
“Wouldn’t think it judging by that ego of yours. You’re so damn cocky I’d swear you’re an expert on anything?”
“Is that right?”
“Sure. If your doctor-ing talent actually matched your ego, you’d be able to pull of open-heart surgery while doing a brain transplant.”
“Brain transplants aren’t a thing, dear.”
Gia, nine months pregnant and looking like she was going to pop at any second, grabbed her suitcase by the handle and gave it a pull, followed by a grunt.
I ran around the dark red BMW X5 I’d bought in anticipation of the baby and grabbed the suitcase off the ground.
“Hey!” she said, surprised and a little indignant. “What’re you doing?”
“I’m stopping my massively pregnant girlfriend from lifting a fifty-pound bag off the ground. What does it look like I’m doing?”
“I can get it, you know.” The expression on her face let me know she meant it.
“Damn, stubborn as ever.”
Her concentration turned into a broad, gorgeous smile. “I know. And that’s what you love about me, isn’t it?”
“One of the many, many things.”
“What a great answer. I’ve trained you well.”
I laughed. “Don’t push it, beautiful.”
Before she had a chance to react, I picked up the bag and brought it over to the back, tossing it inside with a heave.
“What the hell’ve you got in that thing?”
She opened the passenger-side door and climbed in, heaving her big belly into the seat along with the rest of her.
“What, too heavy for you?”
“Not too heavy. Just surprising. It’s only two days you know.”
“Oh, don’t be a baby. That’s his job. Or her.”
I wagged my finger at her playfully before closing the back of the car and getting into the driver’s seat.
“Alright,” I said. “We got everything we need for a weekend in the woods?”
“We do. Bags are packed, I checked the list twice, and your mom texted to let me know she’d be here later tonight to housesit. – her and the cats.”
I gripped the wheel. “You sure about this?”
She gave me a look that said, “come on – this again?”
“You don’t need to be so worried about me,” she said. “It’ll be fine.”
“You sure about that? I mean, you’re nine months pregnant and set to give birth in two weeks. Some might say that going to the middle of nowhere for the weekend isn’t the best idea in the world.”
She answered the question by reaching over and pressing the ignition. Then she smiled broadly.
“I’m serious. What happens if you give birth up there?”
“Then we give birth up there! We have a rugged, mountain baby. Sounds pretty cute if you ask me.”
“Yeah, sounds cute until you’re an hour away from the nearest hospital and your water breaks.”
“It’ll be fine. Worse comes to worse, you can deliver.”
I laughed. “You’re saying like that like it’s patching up a scrape.”
“Come on,” she said, squirming in her seat. “I want to see some mountains.”
Shaking my head, I put the car in reverse and pulled out of the driveway.
“This place is supposed to be amazing,” she said, swiping through her phone at the pictures. “Duncan and Annie were talking my ear off about how it looks this time of year.”
I rolled down the windows, the warm August air filing the car, the breeze nice and cool now that we were on our way.
“They’re really fine with us crashing at their place?”
She gave me a confused look. “Why wouldn’t they be?
“I mean, when a couple stays at someone else’s place, it’s basically like asking ‘hey, you mind if we screw in your bed’?”
Gia laughed. God, I never got tired of hearing her laughter.
“Oh, you’re just assuming we’re going to be having sex? What if I want do have a nice, relaxing weekend?”
“You’re saying that now,” I said with a sly grin. “But wait until I start putting the moves on you.” I winked before turning my attention back to the road.
“Such a seducer.”
“Hey, if I weren’t, I never would’ve gotten you back, would I?”
The mention of all that, of what we’d been through last winter before we’d finally become an official couple, brought a warm smile to her face.
“We got back together because we’re perfect for each other,” she said, reaching over and squeezing my hand. “Whether you like it or not.”
“I like it. Most definitely. Everything about it.”
She leaned over and planted a kiss on my cheek.
We drove on, and it didn’t take much time at all before Gia started squirming in her seat. I glanced over at her, the mountains whirring by in the distance.
“Let me guess – you have to pee already.”
“’Already?’ Hey bud, you put a nine-pound human in your belly and have it press against your bladder all day and see how good you are at not running to the bathroom every five minutes.”
I chuckled. “How about this – we stop and grab some snacks; you can run inside and do your business. I’ll get you a big empty water jug and you can go in that the rest of the way.”
She laughed. “You’d get more pee on the seat than in the bottle, just FYI.”
“Good point. Maybe you can just hang your butt out the window and do it that way.”
More laughter, this time a snort along with it. “Come on, quit making me laugh! You’re going to make me pee my pants.”
“It’ll be a real time-saver, you know? We could shave a good ten minutes off our trip that way.”
A turn-off was up ahead. I pulled into the exit lane and moments later we were in the parking lot.
“You go ahead,” I said. “I’ll meet you in there – gotta call the office and check on some stuff first.”
She gave me a cock-eyed expression, as if she didn’t quite believe me.
And if she thought I was fibbing, she would’ve been right. I had ulterior motives for staying in the car.
But before I attended to them, I watched as Gia waddled toward the gas station. Didn’t matter that she was nine-months pregnant, didn’t matter that she was about as graceful these days as a toddler on ice – she was still the most damn beautiful woman I’d ever seen in my life.
Hell, her pregnancy, knowing it meant she was about to bring my son or daughter into this world, only made her more gorgeous.
With a grin on my face I reached back and opened the center console. Inside, carefully hidden under some wrappers I’d placed, was a black box, small and velvet. After taking one last glance to make sure she was inside the gas station, I popped it open and gazed in awe at the contents.
I had to admit, I’d never been a diamond guy. That is, I never really got what the big fuss about them was. After all, they were just fancy, clear stones, right?
Wrong. Over the last month during my process of picking out a ring, I’d dug deep into the subject, turning into something of an expert. Well, far from an expert, but I’d learned enough about carats and princess cuts and heart cuts and all the rest to finally settle on the perfect ring for the woman I loved, the woman I wanted to make my wife.
The two-carat French-cut diamond glittered in the morning sun. It was beautiful, if I did say so myself. In fact, it was so damn gorgeous that I often found myself staring at the thing like I was hypnotized, watching the light glitter off all the smooth facets.
I closed the box and stuck it back in its hiding place. Then I hurried into the gas s
tation just in time to bust Gia’s chops for buying a giant bottle of water – as if that’d ease the problem of her baby-squished bladder.
The rest of the drive went painlessly, Gia telling me all the crazy month at work she’d had. Business had been killer for the both of us over the last year, my private practice booming with clients, and their work with Second Chance keeping her nice and busy.
Thankfully Kenna was amazing, and Gia felt totally comfortable leaving the company in her capable hands for a month or two as she took some well-deserved maternity leave. And I was ready to take advantage of the downtime, not to mention the calm before the storm, and finally put a ring on the finger of the woman I loved.
“Wow,” Gia remarked as we parked in front of the cabin. “This place is beautiful.”
And it was. The building was a classic log cabin – though done up with a few modern conveniences –tucked among the towering pines of the area. The tallest peaks of the Rockies loomed in the sky above, and ahead the forest floor sloped down and concluded in a small, picturesque lake that looked perfect for afternoon strolls.
We went inside and were pleased to see the interior was cozy and clean, the furniture all handmade, a fresh, forest scent breezing through the place as soon as we opened the windows.
“Oh my God,” Gia said, poking her head out of the bathroom. “You have to see this bath.”
“A bath? That actually…sounds kind of nice.”
She grinned slyly. “Big enough for two.” Then she glanced down at her belly. “Wait, almost forgot about the kid. Maybe not, babe.”
I laughed as I opened one of the cupboards, spotting the tea stash. “Want some rooibos?”
“I’d love some!” she called out.
I filled the tea kettle and set it on the burner, turning it on before stepping outside, grabbing the ring box from the car.
Once that was taken care of, I stood on the porch with my hands on my hips, looking out onto the beautiful Colorado vista spread out before me.
Life was good. And it was about to get even better. All I had to worry about was finding the perfect spot with the perfect view where I could propose to the woman I loved. I patted the ring box in my pocket. Just knowing it was there, what it meant, was enough to put a big smile on my face.
