by Tory Baker
“Well, okay. Maybe, I wore myself out then?” she says with a grin.
“I’m going to show you who wore who out,” I promise, as I make my way over to her. Since she’s in her bathing suit and I’m in my swimming trunks. I think we’ll take a dip in the ocean.
I pick her up and make my way to the water. The water is crystal clear and I’m going to miss it when we get back home, not to mention there’s no need for a whole lotta clothes here. Makes it easier for both of us, to get what we need.
“You wouldn’t dare Jackson!” she yells out, as I’m carrying her—bride style.
“Wouldn’t I?”
That’s all I get out before I dunk us both in the ocean. She comes up and immediately splashes water in my face and launches herself into my arms, those long legs I love so much wrap around my waist and it’s not long until I’m hard and she’s rocking her core up against my length.
“Jax.” she whimpers. Lynn lowers my trunks and wraps her hand around my cock. I’m thankful we’re in a cove all of our own, because I know it’s only a matter of minutes until I’m inside her and she’s screaming out my name. If Lynn being pregnant, makes her this insatiable I intend on keeping her barefoot and pregnant for the rest of our lives.
“Yea Baby, just like that,” I praise, as she works my cock.
I hook my finger into her bathing suit and slide it to the side and slowly lower her down onto my aching dick. She’s already coming as soon as she’s all the way down my length. I drag her off of me and arrange us back to rights and head back to our cabana, I’m going to be coming down her throat or painting her luscious tits with my cum.
21
Lynn
Since we’ve been back from our honeymoon, it’s been smooth sailing and wedded bliss. I was fortunate enough not to have morning sickness and I’m still working from home, more and more.
It’s the perfect life. Just last week Jackson took a coach position at the local college, so he could stay close to home and only have to travel during some of the school year. He made it clear that he didn’t want to miss a moment of our children growing up and has even demanded we go on the road with him when the time comes. I love this side of Jackson, he’s only become more protective. Going as far as bringing a chocolate lab home last week. He said every child needs to grow up with a dog and Jasper, who he aptly named, will be a good guard dog in case he’s not here.
The memory makes me smile and I reach down to pet Jasper and then take him outside and sit on the front porch, waiting for Jackson to return from running errands. I sit down, my hand automatically curling against my stomach and I feel our baby kick. I’m smiling and crying at the same time when Jax pulls in. I can’t seem to stop the tears, there’s just too much happiness inside of me. Jackson runs up the front steps to me and I instantly grab his hand and show him what I felt. He’s instantly in awe.
“Is that our slugger?”
“He’s really active today,” I whisper.
We don’t know the sex of the baby yet. We decided to keep it a surprise until I deliver.
“He sure fucking is.”
“Jackson, watch your mouth,” I admonish half-heartedly. I know he’ll clean up his mouth once the baby is born, but I love to give him a hard time.
“I’ll watch my mouth, in between your legs tonight.” His voice is husky.
“Jackson,” I whimper, my voice aching. I’m already wet just waiting to get his mouth between my thighs. His dirty mouth is constantly turning me on and to be honest, our sex life has only gotten better with every day. Jackson blames it on my pregnancy hormones, I say it’s Jackson himself.
We make our way inside with Jasper right on our heels, our little family is blossoming into a little tribe.
Epilogue
Jackson
I can’t believe I’m holding my son, he’s so tiny and fucking beautiful, he has his mom’s skin coloring but everything else is all me. We named him Jackson too and call him Jax, at least for now. He came out screaming and ready to be held. As soon as Lynn took him into her arms, he scooted right toward her breast and latched on—proving he is a smart little guy and just like his dad. I watched for a minute taking it all in and it was the most amazing moment I ever saw, the way she bonded with him. I was in awe of her.
Her labor wasn’t easy and it felt like it took days—but Lynn did it like a champion. I couldn’t be prouder of her. My wife, the mother of our child, and an amazingly great person in and out.
“Jackson, can you hold Jax for a minute. I have to get resituated for him to nurse on the other side.”
I hold him as she readjusts and Jax starts wailing wanting his momma.
“I know little man, when mommy hides those from me too, I want to cry.”
“You did not just say that!” Lynn admonishes.
She shouldn’t be shocked. She knows how much I love her body. Hell, I loved it even more with it changing and growing our child.
“You know how much I love your tits. I’m only sad I won’t be getting them as much now that Jax is here,” I respond with a wink.
Epilogue
Lynn
Jax is now six months old, it’s been a whirlwind of emotions. My baby is growing so fast, I can’t get over how big he is now. I feel like it was yesterday when he came into our world. Now, he’s starting to crawl, drinking out of a sippy cup, and saying da-da-da all the time. Daddy is definitely his hero.
I’ve got the baby monitor beside me, catching up on some writing and listening for Jax. I just put him down for his nap a little bit ago. I smile as I remember cuddling him close as he drifted off with a smile on his face and that smile only gets bigger when my man walks in from work. He’s sweaty from working out with the team and boy do I have use for his body with Jax Jr. laying down for his afternoon nap.
“Hey, Handsome,” I say with a smile, as I make my way towards him.
“Hey, Babe.”
He lowers his head to kiss me, and just like it was a year ago, he still gets me hot and bothered with just his mouth.
“Jax is laying down.”
I wiggle my eyebrows as I say it and turn and run into the bedroom, stripping my clothes as I make my way down the hall. Even after stretch marks and me still carrying some of my baby weight, Jackson loves my body no matter what.
“Oh, you’re in for it now.”
He’s pulling his shirt over his head as I look back towards him. I stop to admire his beauty and kind of get lost in everything that is him. Jackson is in front of me before I come out of my haze, slowly picking me up. I feel at home in his arms, safe and loved.
He lays me gently on the bed, his dark eyes boring into me with so much hunger, I feel like my body is on fire. He takes his cock in his hand and strokes it while looking down at me.
“Hurry, Jackson. I need you,” I tell him, shifting restlessly on the bed.
“I got you, baby,” he whispers, as he lowers down over me, his warm body sliding against mine. I feel his cock gently push into me, and I bend my knees, shifting so I can take all of his cock in deeper. I groan out, feeling so completely full, his cock stretching me even after having his child.
He fucks me slow, our bodies moving together in a rhythm that echoes in our hearts. I hear him groan, his body jerking as he comes deep inside of me. I bite into his shoulder as I come, muffling my voice so that I don’t wake up our son.
“Jackson,” I whisper. He moves us so I’m on top of him and he’s on his back under me and somehow he does it while keeping his still semi-hard dick inside of me.
“Yeah, Baby?”
“I’m pregnant.” I whisper, I can tell he’s happy. His cock hardens even more and he moves deeper inside my pussy. Immediately his hand covers my lower belly just like it did when he found out I was carrying Jax.
“You’re going give me a girl this time. I can feel it. We need a princess to spoil, Lynnie.”
“Pretty sure we don’t get to choose if it’s a boy or a girl, Jackson,” I chuckle.
“I’ll just prove that theory wrong,” he murmurs, as he flips me over on to my back and makes agonizingly slow, but sweet love to me.
Bonus Epilogue
5 ½ years later
Lynn
We’re celebrating Jax’s Birthday today, he’s six years old. He’s the most handsome little boy with his father’s devilish good looks and a personality that keeps me constantly laughing. I love my little boy more than I ever thought possible.
Jackson and I have a beautiful family, made even more complete by our little girl. Madison came in the middle of the night, in a storm so wild we barely made it to the hospital. That should have been a warning, because she’s been our pistol ever since. Jax is quiet and well behaved, Maddie? She keeps us on our toes. We both want at least one more child, but we decided to take a break for a bit. Giving birth to two children in as little time as I did, made it important to rest my body. Still, Jackson absolutely hates me on birth control, and I’ve been restless. I miss having a tiny baby in my arms. Both our children are in school now. So, I’m surprising him with something of my own tonight after the kids go to bed.
He doesn’t know it yet, but I threw my pills out almost a month ago, and wouldn’t you just know it? The pregnancy test came up positive this morning. Jackson definitely has super sperm. The thought makes me giggle. I think he’ll be in for a surprise and we may have to eventually move out of our craftsman home into something bigger with a little bit more land.
We still have our dog Jasper and the children absolutely adore him. Adding in a third child, we will all be on top of one another. I love our home, though. Maybe we can add onto the house instead of moving. I’ll have to ask Jackson what he thinks about that idea.
The party winds down, and everyone is down for the night. I come out of the bathroom just as Jackson is undressing for bed. He just finished a final walk through of the house like he does every night before we settle into bed and I love that he does that. He wants to make sure the house is secure and his family is resting before he rests himself.
He lays in bed with his back against the head board as I walk over to him and straddle his lap.
“Jackson, remember how we were going to start trying for another baby in the next couple of months?” I ask.
“Yea, Baby. You having second thoughts?”
“What if I told you I stopped taking my pills last month and ….”
“What?”
“I’m pregnant!” I wiggle around in his lap, so excited it’s been years since we’ve had a baby in our home.
He brings me down to his lips, holding me by the nape of my neck and says, “Thank fuck, Baby. I miss you pregnant.”
Bonus Epilogue
Continued
4 months later
Jax
Coming home to a house full of chaos and having Lynn by my side is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
Don’t get me wrong, I love coaching, but my life doesn’t revolve around baseball anymore. My life is about my family. Through good times and bad.
I walk inside the house and Jax and Madison are sitting at the kitchen table coloring and talking about their day and Lynn is at the stove, her belly slightly rounded, cooking dinner. I couldn’t ask for a life better than this.
“Hey, Baby.” I whisper in her ear, as I hold her from behind. It’s the same routine every evening. I say hello and talk to the kids for a little bit and then I immediately go to Lynn. She’s still just as gorgeous as ever and I couldn’t imagine life without her.
“Hey, Handsome. How was your day?”
“Better now that I’m home. How’s my baby.”
“You know, kicking around like he or she will be the next soccer player in the house.”
I chuckle, knowing full well both Jax and Madison love baseball like their daddy. I don’t see the next one not having the same enthusiasm.
“Cute, real cute Lynnie.”
“You plan on keeping my sister barefoot and pregnant don’t you?” Mike asks, coming into the kitchen from the living room.
“Who let you in?” I laugh at the bastard as I walk over and we exchange quick hugs.
“Came over to check on you and make sure you were treating my sister right,” he jokes, and I roll my eyes.
“Uncle Mike, Daddy! Come color with us!”
If my kids have me wrapped around their fingers, they have their Uncle Mike the same way. Lynn laughs as Mike goes over and kisses the top of Madison’s head.
“Anything for you, Princess,” he says.
“He’s as bad as you,” Lynn whispers. “You two have her so spoiled it’s scary.”
I can’t deny it, so I swat her ass and walk over to the kids and color with them until it’s time for us to eat. I look around at my family and I’m proud that they’re mine. All those years ago when I first fell in love with Lynn, I dreamed of the kind of life I wanted with her and I’m so fucking blessed that it’s even better than I dreamed.
The End
Turn the page for an excerpt from Tory’s first book, Mail Ordered Bride.
Mail Ordered Bride Excerpt
Stone
I slam the door against the wind with a hard bang. The Alaskan winds are gearing up for Winter and they’re going to be harsh about it. I work in the midst of nature’s most hellish elements, on fishing boats, so this isn’t exactly welcomed news, even if it is to be expected. It’s a cold fucking job, but it more than pays the bills, it keeps me out of the nine to five grind that would probably kill me, and it lets me be free, smell clean air and live; which is more than I could do in the city. I’d die going back to the life I had before.
I walk over to the fireplace and stoke the ashes from the fire I had roaring before I left this morning. I make quick work of adding more wood and in no time I can hear the crackling of the fire and the warmth from the blaze. My cabin isn’t huge. I have a secondary heat source, but it’s about sixty in here right now, so the fire is definitely needed.
I look around the large great room with a sense of pride. I built this house from the ground up. I did everything, from cutting down the logs, to honing the wood. It’s mine, completely. The polished wood ceilings and walls shine, and the ceilings are huge. I didn’t want an attic. I wanted space. I’m tall at 6’10 and the last thing I want to worry about is bumping my head when I walk into my own damn house. I’m a big hulk of a man, broad, tall and muscles gained from working outdoors for the last fifteen years. I wanted a place I could be comfortable in. I made this house to reflect that. The great room, was in deed great. Cathedral ceilings, wood floors, ceilings, and walls. There are large top-to-bottom windows that showcase the beautiful—but deadly—landscape. The room is open to the kitchen, mainly because I didn’t want walls to hold me in, either. One outer wall contains nothing but large, rectangular windows that start at the floor and go up about nine feet before they stop. There are three of those in a wide, vertical display that’s only broken by about a foot and a half of shiplap between them. A glass door follows those and then three more windows follow, for a uniform, geometric design that feeds my OCD while maintaining my need to feel like I’m outside, even when I’m not. The kitchen contains one large wall of cabinets with granite counters and a copper farmer’s sink. There’s a large bar in the middle of the room, made from shiplap and butcher block counters. The stove and fridge are on a side wall creating an L shaped layout and keeping the kitchen streamlined and uncluttered.
Yes. This house is me. This land is me. I might have been twenty-one when I moved here, but now at thirty-six I am Alaskan. I couldn’t be happy anywhere else.
There is only one thing that I’m missing. A woman. Women here are few and far between. The ones that are here usually have men who keep them close. The ones that don’t have a man, for whatever reason, are usually hardened by the lifestyle here. They don’t call it the wilds of Alaska for nothing. That doesn’t appeal to me.
I have a clear vision of the kind of woman I want.
She’d be tall. I’m a big man with a big cock, and I don’t want to feel like I’m risking hurting a woman just because I get a little rough in the bedroom. She’d have blonde hair. Hair to remind me of the warm Alaskan sunshine that blazes across the mountains. She’d have blue eyes the color of the water that owns part of my soul and she’d be able to care for herself when I’m away working late. I don’t want someone I have to constantly worry about.
I pick up the scattered envelopes lying on the coffee table. The woman I’ve found is nothing like that but, she has me fascinated with her.
I want Carly. I open the envelope and pull out the latest picture she sent me. She’s outside kayaking. Her face is alive and full of happiness. Her long, brown hair is pulled back, while her dark eyes are captured, sparkling at the camera. She’s nothing I was looking for, but she’s exactly what I want. I can hardly believe I found her.
A couple of the men on the ship with me, told me about the website, Single Alaskan Men. Apparently Nate found his woman that way. I was skeptical but I’ve been writing back and forth with Carly for about five months now and I’m convinced. She’s exactly what I need. She’s the final piece to the puzzle. Once she’s here, my life will be exactly what I’ve wanted from the beginning.
I’ve never seen her in person, all I have are the pictures she sends me. We haven’t video chatted or any of the things that long distance couples would normally do. I could have made the effort I guess, but I would have had to drive into town and borrowed the hotel’s internet. I don’t want Jason and Mary Blum—the hotel owners—in my business that much. They would have had my business spread all over town.
