The Enemy Trap

by Maren Moore

  "What?" I say rougher than intended. "I'm sorry, baby, why do you think that piece doesn't fit?"

  She pulls her bottom lip into her mouth and squinches her nose as if to lessen the blow, looking so ridiculously fucking hot…She's sitting in the off-white glider that was just delivered. The same one we searched four stores for because I wanted Rook's nursery to be exactly what Sophia imagined and nothing less. Which is why I want to savor the look of her with her feet propped up on the matching ottoman, her hair in a messy bun on the top of her head, and her belly big and round, and absolutely fucking perfect. Thirty weeks already. Eight and a half months. Hard to believe nine months ago we hated each other, and now we’re getting ready to welcome the biggest blessing either of us has known.

  "Well, because it's labeled "three" which means that it's a finishing piece, not a base piece, per the instructions.'

  "Damn instructions. They don't help if everything is in fucking Chinese." I mutter.

  "Okay grumpy, I think it's time for a break. Either that or I'm going to be forced to stab you with that screw driver."

  My eyes widen while her teasing grin spreads.

  "Try me. Hormones are raging today."

  Sighing, I set down the wrench and whatever damn piece it is I'm holding and walk over to where she's sitting in the glider, offering her my hands to help her up. I know exactly what the both of us need, and it doesn't involve fucking instructions or unbuilt furniture.

  "C'mere, St. James." I pull her towards me, her belly pressed against me as I lace my hands in her hair and bring my lips to hers. Her soft moan against my mouth shoots straight to my dick, and I wonder...will it always be like this between us?

  When Rook is here and things are different, will she still want me the way that I want her? Will she still be so insatiable as she has since the night we went home? Constantly wanting more, wanting me to touch her?

  Her hands fist in my shirt, and I reach down and pick her up by her thighs, carrying her towards my room. Our room, since the night we went home. Sophia hasn't slept apart from me since the day that I told her I was done pretending. Soft, and pliant, every night she sleeps tucked against my side with my hand on her stomach.

  Fucking perfect.

  I growl, and she laughs, "Put me down! I am way too heavy for you to carry."

  "Really? I'm a professional hockey player, baby, I literally plow guys three times your size out of my way. Are you trying to make me crazy? Actually, now I’m going to plow you." I say, with a teasing grin.

  "Maybe." She laughs at my ridiculous “plow” joke.

  "Mmm," I dip my head to her neck and take a bite, making my way down her neck until she's panting against me. "Are you feeling like a dirty girl today, baby mama?"

  She doesn't answer but mews when I drag my teeth along her sensitive nipple through her thin t-shirt. Her tits have grown and I am in fucking heaven. She hates them, but I want to spend all day every day giving her all of the reasons why she's perfect, and these are God's gift from Heaven.

  Fuck, I'm gonna come in my pants like a teenager.

  Finally, after what feels like a lifetime, I walk us into the bedroom and kick the door shut with one foot behind me, then gently place her on the bed. She lays back wearing a grin that says she is feeling very bad tonight, and I plan to make use of every single second of it.

  My hands slide up the outside of her thighs until they reach the waistband of her yoga pants, and I peel them down quickly, leaving her in nothing but a scrap of pale pink lace that makes her skin look delectable.

  "You're so fucking perfect, Sophia," I whisper before dropping my head to run my nose along the lace, inhaling her scent. "Every single inch of you." I kiss along the new marks that have etched their way into her skin from pregnancy. The same marks she spends entirely too much fucking time wasted on, complaining in front of the mirror.

  "These stretch marks are everywhere." She cried. Real tears. And I wanted to tell her how silly it was because she was beautiful with or without them, but she was hurting. Instead, I show her. Words are meaningless without actions.

  I take my time, kissing each and every one from her inner thighs to her stomach, where she complains about them the most. "These marks? They show how brave and selfless you are, carrying our baby. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. The mother of my child."

  "I'm crying, during sex." She laughs with tears on her cheeks, but fuck it. I want her to know that I want her unlike any woman ever, and I will spend the next however long it takes until she realizes that she is the woman of my dreams. I slide my hands up her sides, against her skin under the t-shirt and lift it over her head and to the side.

  Now she's laid out in front of me in nothing but her underwear, her tits heavy and full, and I want to bury my head between them and never surface. Her nipples have darkened to the rosiest of pink, and my mouth waters. I close my lips around her pert nipple, sucking, rolling it with my tongue until she fists her hands in my hair, already so close to falling over the edge.

  So sensitive. So responsive. So perfect.

  I reach behind my head and pull my shirt off, and hover over her as best as I can with her stomach. My lips are on hers, my tongue tangling with hers in a frenzy. We can't get enough of each other. Her hands are all over me. Scraping her nails down my stomach when I bite at her lip, running through my hair, pulling me closer to her.

  Wild.

  "Hayes," she breathes, pushing against my chest.

  "What's wrong, baby?"

  I pull back, and off of her, worried I put too much pressure on her.

  She doesn't answer, but pushes me further back and onto the bed, and straddles my hips.

  This is new.

  "I want you like this." She moans when her pussy rubs against my cock straining in my pants. Her hips pivot back and forth as she rides me, letting my cock hit her clit over and over.

  "Not without me," I growl, pulling my shorts and briefs down my hips in one motion, only lifting her slightly to get them off.

  I move us further up on the bed to where she can be more comfortable with her knees on each side of my hips. Without waiting another second, I slide my hand in the front of her panties, wrapping the lace around my fist and yanking. The lace tears in one fluid movement and I toss it aside.

  "Did you just rip off my panties, Hayes Davis?" Her voice is hoarse with need, and scratchy with desire.

  I sit up and kiss her, slow and full of promise.

  "I sure did, St. James." I thrust upwards, gently brushing against her and grin when she sucks in a sharp breath. "Did you like it, because I'm just getting started." I don't wait for her to answer, instead sucking her nipple into my mouth until her back arches.

  "These nipples." I move to the other and bite the tip gently, "Are beautiful." Another scrape of my teeth. "And I love to watch you squirm on my cock, Sophia."

  She moans as I bring my thumb to her clit and groan when I find her soaked, coating my fingers.

  "You're so wet, so ready." I groan, pushing two fingers inside of her. She's tight and hot around my fingers, sucking me in further. I don't even need to get her ready, she's beyond ready. She reaches down and fists my cock, pumping me up and down then rubbing the head of me against her clit and I fucking swear I almost come right then.

  I've never seen her take charge like this and make the first moves. She lines me up with her entrance and slowly, torturously slowly, sinks down on me. Her pussy is a tight glove as she sinks down until she's seated to the hilt. This is the deepest I've ever been in her, and I still need more.

  "Oh," She moans then swivels her hips in a circle, pressing the head of my cock against her cervix.

  "Fuck," I groan.

  "Why haven't we done this position before?"

  She lifts herself slightly and sinks back down on me, again and again. I bring my hands from her hips to her tits as she rides me. Slow, and so fucking sweet. They fit in my hands in the perfect handful, so pert and soft. I'll never nee
d anyone the way that I need her. Never lust for anyone the way that I do her. I'm obsessed with this woman.

  "I'm close," she pants, dropping her hands down to my chest for leverage as her hips pivot on my cock. Her pussy envelops me in the tightest sheath. Knowing what she needs, I bring my thumb to her clit rubbing small circles gently and watching as her mouth forms an oh, her eyes squeezed tightly shut in pleasure.

  I look down and watch as my cock slides in and out of her. The best fucking sight. And then I feel the moment when she falls, the moment when she tightens on me, and the second she comes, flooding us both.

  It's fucking glorious. Absolute perfection.

  And she's mine.

  My hands find her hips and I slam her down on my cock as the aftershock of her orgasm still pulses through her. She moans when I bottom out. Over and over I fuck her like the obsessed man that I am.

  Until I feel the base of my spine tingle, the familiar feeling that has never felt so good, until I'm grabbing her hips and planting myself as deep as I can and letting go, shooting my come deep inside of her.

  The primal, caveman part of me is roaring. I can't wait to get her pregnant again after Rook. Fill her with as many babies as she'll let me. If there’s anything that I’ve realized during Sophia's pregnancy, it's that the family life I spent so long running from? Terrified of?

  I was a fool. Sophia is made for me. This life we're building together will be the only thing that matters.

  Sophia sighs happily, completely stated in a heap on my chest, cuddling into me, "Wow."

  I laugh, my chest shaking with the movement, "That good, baby mama?" I tease her.

  "Better. How come you don't do that more often?"

  "Do what?"

  "I don't know...get rough and not hold back."

  I run my fingers through her hair, in an absentminded motion as she lays still on me.

  "I'm scared to. I don't want to hurt the baby. I mean, I know what the doctor said, but he didn't say anything about being...more rough. I'm scared to hurt you or the baby."

  She sits up and looks at me, still with me inside of her, "You will not hurt me Hayes. Women's bodies are made to have children. I liked that..." Her cheeks are flushed pink and I know she's embarrassed.

  "Hey, stop being embarrassed to tell me what you like, baby. I need you to always be upfront and honest with me. If you like it rougher, and like when I'm less constrained with you, then don't ever be afraid to tell me that."

  She nods. Biting her bottom lip, she rolls her hips and my eyebrows shoot up.

  "Again?" I ask, surprised.

  She nods again.

  This might be my favorite part of pregnancy so far.

  "Say less, St. James," I grin then sit up, flipping us over and burying my face in her neck as she laughs.

  Say less.

  Nineteen

  Sophia

  30 weeks

  "Surprise!" Holly cries when I fling the door open, revealing my best friend with an overnight bag in hand.

  "Oh my god! Hol! What the hell are you doing here?" I screech then pull her in for a hug. Well, as much of a hug as I can with a basketball for a stomach.

  Her eyes mist over when she sees said basketball, and she immediately cops a feel. "You're huge Soph. God, I can't believe you're going to be a mother. Like, I can believe it, but it's surreal. We're going to have playdates."

  I shut the door behind her once she's inside and together we walk into the living room, which looks like Baby Gap threw up all over it. There are baby clothes on every visible surface. I've started what they call "nesting", I think, and I can't stop cleaning and organizing and putting things together. I’m driving Hayes crazy, since he wants me off my feet, so I kicked him out for a few hours so I can organize in peace.

  Apparently, he had a surprise of his own.

  "Wow." She laughs, taking in the living room.

  I shrug, "I washed everything just in case she comes early. So now I have to fold it all and put it away." I put my hand to my head, suddenly exhausted, 'There's so much to do. I still have to put together the diaper genie, organize her closet, pack my hospital bag-"

  "Woah there, no wonder you look exhausted. Take a deep breath sister. I'm here to help."

  "Did Hayes call you? He's annoyingly overprotective lately."

  "Of course he did. He said you could use your best friend right now and was sincerely concerned that he might not survive the night if I didn't head this way right away."

  Placing my hand on my stomach, I flop down into the recliner and take a deep breath. "I told you, annoyingly protective. I may or may not have threatened him with a dull butter knife."

  "Ah, I remember these days. Lovingly contemplating murder at least twice a day. The good news is, you'll be able to get twice as much done in this time, and tomorrow night you and Hayes are going out for a date. All pre-planned by your baby daddy," She grins and raises her eyebrows suggestively.

  I can't help the laugh that escapes, "Speaking of...things are getting more complicated than anticipated."

  "I knew it. Scott owes me a new Louis!"

  She squeals and jumps up and down like she's one the damn library.

  "Wait, you bet on me and Hayes?"

  "Duh. And I won. I said it would be pre-baby that you two finally stopped fighting each other and took the plunge. I calculated for baby hormones and forced proximity but Scott, the loser that he is, thought after the baby."

  I sit up straighter, "Wait, wait, wait. You two bet on when not if? You're both on my shit list."

  She doesn't look even the slightest bit ashamed. That bitch.

  I say that with love. But still.

  "I am so done with you."

  She walks over and sits on the arm of the chair, pulling me against her side, "No you're not. This is a forever type of thing bitch, you know that. But what is more important is I need all the details. Now spill."

  "It's just...he's not who I thought he was. He's good, Holly. He's nothing like I was determined in my head to make him. He's kind and thoughtful, and he treats me like I'm the most precious thing in the world. I love him Holly. Without a doubt."

  My eyes fill with tears on their own accord and I can't stop as they spill over my cheeks.

  "Oh, stop it, babe, you deserve this love and more," Holly cries as her own tears fall.

  We must look a mess together, crying and hugging in the midst of a thousand onesies and dresses.

  "He's proven himself, over and over, and I just don't know what I would do without him Hol. He's amazing."

  "And so are you. Together, you're unstoppable. I'm so glad we tricked you two onto that boat. However unconventional it may be, look where it landed you. Even if it wasn't the plan that you made for yourself, you two are going to be amazing parents, and I know that Hayes will take care of the both of you just like you deserve."

  I nod, wiping away tears.

  "Now, let's dry these tears up, Mama. You and I have a lot of work to do before Hayes comes home. Not to mention, we have to find you the most perfect outfit for your date tomorrow."

  "You're right. Where should we start?"

  Her eyes widen as she looks around the room, "Uh, let's start in her room, this is a little overwhelming."

  "Now that I can agree with."

  Hours later, I hear the door slam and Hayes call, "Baby, I'm home. I have a surprise."

  Holly and I look at each other, and she helps me from my spot on the couch where I've sunk in. Permanently.

  "In here," I say.

  He rounds the corner, a wide grin on his face as he clutches a huge pink box in his hands. Excitement shines in his eyes. He's got a pep in his step that he didn't have before he left this morning.

  "I see you've recovered from my threats to do bodily harm this morning," I tease.

  He walks up and sets the box down on the coffee table in front of me and drops a sweet kiss to my lips, lingering longer than he should with Holly sitting right next to me.


  "God, you two get a room. I never thought I would see the day." Holly mockingly sticks her finger down her throat and gags. She gets up and tosses us a smile as she walks to the guest room that was once mine, leaving us alone.

  "A present you say..." I ask.

  He turns behind him and grabs the box, then hands it to me. "Well, it's for Rook, but for you too. Open it, St. James."

  I smile when he calls me St. James. He still uses it affectionately even though we've crossed over the "fake" territory into something much more real. Gingerly, I remove the white bow from the package and tear at the pink paper. Once it's off, I remove the top of the white box and pull the tissue paper aside. Inside, there's a pale pink, infant sized hockey jersey with the name "Davis" on the back.

  Immediately, the tears well into my eyes, and after the emotional afternoon I have had with my best friend, I lose it. Hayes’ eyes widen as he drops down beside me and pulls me into his arms.

  "Fuck, I'm sorry, baby I didn't mean to make you cry. I just thought it would be perfect for her. She can wear it to my games."

  I sob and place my hand over my mouth. This insanely, annoyingly protective big teddy bear of a man. I am so lucky that he's mine.

  "I love you," I breathe.

  Placing my hands on his cheeks, the scruff brushing against my fingers, I place my lips on his and kiss him with everything I have. I want to show him, not just tell him, how much I love him and everything he does daily for both me and his daughter.

  He breaks the kiss and drops his forehead to mine, "Well damn, baby, if I knew you'd love it this much, I would've brought you presents way before now."

  We drink in the moment together, the true shift of things, until he speaks, “I love you, St. James. I’m glad you finally realized it.”

  I laugh through another sob, "Thank you. She'll love it."

  "But, there's another surprise underneath." He grins.

  Without pause, I move the rest of the tissue aside and look at the bottom, seeing there's a heap of clothing at the bottom. I pull it out and put the box to the side. Once I hold it up, I see that it's a gorgeous dress.