Careful not to place all my weight on her belly, I fisted my hands on either side of the pillow her head was on. Addy’s long wavy locks splayed across the pillow, making her look almost ethereal, her soft hazel eyes still dilated from her orgasm.
Damn, satisfaction looked good on her, and so did pregnancy.
As much as I wanted to push my cock inside Addy’s pussy, wet from her cream and my mouth, her large erect nipples begged me for some attention. Her bra stayed on while I was licking her out, and as sexy as her bra was, seeing her gorgeous ample breasts all plump and covered in a cute pink blush, I knew tasting their sweetness a priority.
Leaving one hand as an anchor, I cupped one firm globe, and the firm globe felt fucking fantastic under my palm.
“Goddamn, Sweet Cheeks, these babies are just going to get bigger over the next few months, then after the baby is born they will fill with milk. Oh, fuck me,” I groaned, dropping my head to the other breast opening my mouth and sucking the hard peak swirling my tongue around and around it.
“Oh, cock-a-doodle-doo, Marshall, yesssss,” Addy yelled out, pushing her body up and off the bed. My laugh came out muffled because of my delicious mouthful, Addy refused to swear around me. I knew she cursed; I had heard her at the clinic when I took lunch to her one day. She had dropped a box of supplies on the floor and let loose with a string of expletives that could have curled a soldier’s hair. I had to laugh at the time, especially when her assistant and nurse, Olivia, tried to stop me from entering the examination room. Rattling that Addy would have hated if she knew I’d heard her, it wouldn’t have bothered me hearing her swear then or now. Swearing didn’t bother me; I spent a great deal of my time with men who thought fuck was a requirement in a sentence, although it would serve Addy well when she finally met my aunt. Faye was going to fucking love Addy, almost as much as I do.
Addy was so far gone, too aroused to notice the slight wobble in my arm, but I did. My whole body nearly gave out at that silent admission. I loved her; I did. The first night I knew she was something special, different from the women I used to pick-up. This past week confirmed what I had been denying. My feelings for Addy were much more than about the baby. So fucking much more.
Shaking my head of anything than what was happening right then, I released Addy’s nipple with a loud pop, swiping the flat of my tongue over it one last time. I wanted to give her other nipple equal attention, but my recent epiphany had my dick straining for release, and that was only going to happen in one place. Now we were expecting a baby, I had no need for using a condom. Addy and I had already spoken about health issues, she was clean and so was I.
Sliding my hand down her body, I let my hand fall to her belly for a second or two, my baby was safe and sound inside, and I prayed that he or she wasn’t going to be traumatised by what I was about to do.
Forgive daddy Sproggo, and I hope you have no memory of this. I sent out the silent plea, then pushed my child from my mind, at least for a while. Fisting the base of my dick, I rubbed it along Addy’s wet folds, her heat hitting the head immediately.
“Please tell me you are ready, Sweet Cheeks, because I am in real danger of coming all over your pretty pussy, and I don’t want to do that.” I painted the end of my cock once more through her creamy slit, unable to stop myself.
“Yes, I’m ready, please Marshall, make love to me,” Addy begged, lifting her hips, tempting me. Her urgency for me turned me on, even more, I was in unfamiliar territory here. My heart never got involved with intimacy, and I made a point of keeping it fun and not too personal. I always made sure the lady in question enjoyed herself, felt special. All of them knew the score, nothing heavy, just one night. Some more than that, but always nothing heavy.
Then Addy happened.
“Marshall?” Addy placed a hand on my cheek, worry etched in her hazel eyes.
Shit, that was the last thing I wanted her feeling right now. She was starting to trust me, hell she was here naked and begging me to make love to her, that alone was a huge step in our relationship, one hurdle closer to her saying yes to my marriage proposal. As crazy as this situation between us was, having a baby and getting to know each other all at the same time, I meant it when I said I wanted to marry her and give us the family we both missed out on growing up.
“I’m here, baby, there is nothing I want more right now than this—” guiding my cock, I pushed past Addy’s entrance then slowly slid all of my length into heaven. My arms shook with the effort, not of holding myself up, but to not blow my load right then and there. Desperately trying to regain control, I counted backward from one hundred, all while groaning at the tightness wrapped around my shaft.
“Dear God, this is even better than the first time,” I moaned, dropping my head to her nipple and sucking it into my mouth, ravishing the taut peak with my tongue.
“Move Marshall, move!” Addy cried out, her head thrashing from side to side on the pillow, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me deeper.
“Fuck!” I clipped savagely, pulling out nearly all the way then slamming back in, her natural suction gripping me in a fierce hold, making each push and pull pleasurable and torture all at the same time. Her ankles hooked around my back, one heel digging into my arse, demanding I go faster, her sweet and sexy moans snapping my last thread.
Pushing off the bed, I sat up on my knees, bringing Addy with me, so she was sitting on my thighs, her legs now around my back. Her belly was not that big that it was a hindrance or getting squashed between us.
“You good, baby?” I asked between pants, waiting for her to give me the okay to start moving again.
Her arms went around my neck, her nails digging into the back of my neck, “Hmmm.” Her hum good enough of an answer for me. Using my hands to grip onto her bottom, I began to move her up and down on my cock, using the strength of my arms. All Addy had to do was hold on with her legs, and let me do all the work. This position gave me better access to her lips, which I took full advantage of, covering her mouth with mine, I kissed her slowly with deep, languid strokes of my tongue, mimicking what my cock was doing to her tight pussy.
“Oh, Marshall, you are so deep,” Addy groaned, pressing herself closer so her breasts were brushing against my chest.
“I need more,” I groaned against her mouth. “Hold on baby,” I warned, then pulled my legs out, so they were straight out, Addy was still sitting on my lap, but now she had a better range of movement. Letting go of her arse, without losing our connection, I positioned Addy, so she was now on her knees, straddling me.
“Ride me baby, take what you need from me.” Placing my hands on her thighs, I helped her set a rhythm that suited her more. She was still close, her lips still within reach, but this way, Addy could move easier.
With her hands now on my shoulders, Addy lifted up and down over me, using them for leverage, allowing her to go faster. Her face took on a mask of pure desire and I could come just from watching her chase her climax.
“That’s it, Sweet Cheeks, take my cock deep. Coat it in your pussy cream, suck it dry, baby.” Goddamn, where the fuck was this dirty talk coming from? I liked to make some noise during sex, but this was new for me. Addy seemed equally surprised, and by the way her pussy fluttered around my cock, she also liked it.
“I need to come, Marshall, please make me come.”
My fucking pleasure, baby. The words formed in my head, but my mouth wasn’t getting the command. Capturing her mouth in a near brutal kiss, I pushed up with my hips and ploughed into her pussy, pounding my cock all the way until I hit the deepest part of her.
“That’s it, that’s it!” Addy screamed, ripping her mouth away, her hands leaving my shoulders and palming her breasts. The picture she was painting was nothing short of stunning. Her fingers tweaked her already bullet-hard nipples; her head rolled back, letting her hair fall onto my thighs, the satin mane tickling me.
I had reached my limit, and my balls were so tight they almost hurt. If I didn’t come
soon, I feared major damage might occur.
Slipping my hand down Addy’s thigh, I squeezed it between where her pussy was currently grinding down on my pubic bone. Finding what I was looking for, I pinched her clit gently between my thumb and finger, urging her to explode, so I could. My cock screamed at me, being inside her after all the time looking for her, finding out about the baby, and sharing a bed with her now … I was on the brink of no return if Addy didn’t come.
“Come for me, Addy, please come for me. Fuck!” Bending my knees, I dug my heels into the mattress, giving myself extra leverage and surged up. “Give me your screams, baby, suck me dry and scream my name.” My breath was coming out in erratic pants, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Nothing had ever given me this amazing rush, this … feeling of completeness.
“Marshall, I’m coming!” Addy cried, her face fell forward, landing into my neck, her teeth sunk into my flesh, the pain from her bite only heightened my arousal and my need.
“Me too, baby,” I panted, adding more pressure to the nub of her swollen flesh with my thumb and that was all it took. Addy ground down harder on me, trapping my hand under her hips as they bucked wildly.
“Now!” A ferocious roar tore from my throat just as Addy shrieked my name, her hands at the back of my neck in a desperate hold, her pussy clamping down so tightly on my cock, the overwhelming suction of her inner muscles ripped my orgasm from me.
Yanking my hand from her pussy, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her so close. I felt her belly squash against me, but I was too far gone in my passion for my girl to worry about anything other than the freight train of semen shooting from the tip of my cock and into Addy.
For long minutes, we sat there holding each other while our out of control breathing was the only sound in the room. Her face was still in my neck, her warm mouth open and I could feel her tongue trace my skin. My hold on her tightened just a bit more, I didn’t want her to stop what she was doing to me, but I desperately needed to look into her eyes.
“Sweet Cheeks?” I pried her back just a little until her face was only inches from mine. “You okay, baby?” I asked softly, loving the hooded desire in her hazel eyes. I put that look there, and Addy was with me every step of our lovemaking. She was beginning to trust me, to see that I was worth risking her heart. I believed that right down deep to my soul, we were going to be a family in every sense of the word. I trusted in that.
“Yeah, um … that was … wow,” Addy panted, releasing her vice-like grip from my neck and went to brush her hair out of her face, but I stopped her before she could move the tendrils of damp hair and did it myself. Tucking the errant strands behind her ears, I smiled gently at her.
“Yeah, definitely wow,” I agreed, lifting my hips so I could shift us into a more comfortable position, but stopped instantly when Addy let out a moan.
“What’s wrong? The baby? Shit, I am squashing your belly.” Panicked that I had gone too far and hurt her or the baby, I tried to move her off my lap, but Addy’s hands went around my back.
“No!” Addy reprimanded me quickly, then snuggled deeper into me. “Sproggo is comfy and so am I,” she muttered sleepily, her mouth rested over my pec; her warm breath felt utterly amazing. Having her feel so sated that she didn’t want to move made my inner caveman belt out a feral howl. This was better than I had hoped for, more than I even dreamed after five days. I wasn’t about to undo any of the progress just because I wasn’t as comfortable as she was right now.
“Hold on, baby,” I whispered against the top of her head, her hair was so soft and silky on my lips. Jesus Christ, the next thing I knew I was going to burst into tears for fuck’s sake.
Shuffling my arse back until I hit the bedhead, I used one hand to position a pillow behind my back so her hands wouldn’t be wedged on the wood. It wasn’t the greatest way to sleep, but no way was I going to complain with my girl pliant and satisfied in my arms.
“Better?” I asked, kissing her head.
“Hmmm, you make everything better, Marshall.” Addy’s sleepy declaration hit me full force in the chest. Then she doubled the blow with her next doozy.
“I am so glad you found me.”
My hands that had been making circling motions on her back stilled, flattening them on her damp skin, I sat there while her words sank in.
Hooked. Addy hooked me right through the heart and she probably didn’t even know it. She was mine, and I was going to move heaven and earth to make her believe that I was hers too.
***
“Marshall, if you keep growling at the patients, they are going to ask us to leave,” Addy hissed at me for the second time since we’d arrived at the hospital for our ultrasound appointment. BHS was the biggest hospital in Western Victoria, and I am sure it was good enough for some people, but not for my girl or my baby.
Glaring at the man across from Addy, who was currently busy coughing up a lung, I leant over closer to Addy.
“Sweet Cheeks, he could have Swine Flu for all we know. I know off the top of my head at least a dozen ways to get rid of him. Give me the word and I will,” I told her, only half-joking. This waiting room was nothing but a cesspool for bacteria and not the place for my pregnant girl. Already we had been waiting thirty minutes past our appointment time, and still, it looked like at least three people were in front of us.
“Marshall, there is no Swine Flu currently now in Australia. Will you please calm down, before I have you admitted for observation.” My girl was cute, her huff, and the way she was tearing the pages of the out-of-date magazine she was pretending to read made me laugh.
“Committed? Babe, I have so many connections I will be out before they even start the paperwork,” I replied smugly. No way would the army allow me to disappear into the public health system. I was far too valuable.
“Ego much,” Addy scoffed, tossing the magazine onto the small table beside her letting out a bored sigh.
“How much longer for Pete’s sake? This dress isn’t the most comfortable dress for sitting in.”
I looked down at her dress and growled again. This morning after waking with Addy still sitting in my lap, my legs were so numb I nearly wept with relief when she finally got up to answer the call of nature. I was still on a high when I got up and got dressed to head off for an early morning workout at the compound’s gym, leaving Addy with my ute again so she could go to the clinic to do a few hours before the appointment. Had I waited to leave until Addy dressed for the day, there would be no way she would be wearing the sexy, red number or the fuckable black heels so had on her feet.
“You are in trouble for wearing that dress, Sweet Cheeks,” I murmured in her ear, biting her lobe. Grinning when she shivered and pressed closer to me, her intake of breath delighting me. She was so close to coming around to showing her real feelings for me.
I already knew she was into me, that much she proved last night. Last night, oh, fuck me, my balls and cock still felt the vice-like grip her pussy had on them. I wanted nothing more than to pound back into her this morning when she woke stretching her body like a cat, her breasts pushing against my chest. It took all of my training as a sniper to let her climb off me instead. I wanted her to know this wasn’t about sex for me, that our connection went further than physical. If she kept wearing dresses like this one however …
“What has gotten into you Marshall. It is just a dress.” Her protest came out sounding more like she was turned on rather than pissed off.
“It’s too tight, and your breasts are practically spilling out of it,” I mumbled, taking in the pillows of porcelain flesh popping over the neckline of the dress. “The only thing good about you wearing it in public is the fact any man that dares look at you will see you are most definitely pregnant and therefore taken,” I announced. I leant across Addy to glare at a twenty-something punk staring opening at my girl.
“You want to keep your eyesight?” I asked him.
“Um, yeah?” he answered, perplexed at my q
uestion and attitude.
“Then I suggest you turn around and find something else to look at other than my pregnant girlfriend’s tits,” I suggested as nicely as I could with my jaw clenched and my fists ready to bash in his skull.
“Marshall!” Addy cried loudly, bringing attention to us from the rest of the waiting patients.
“Adeline Welham?” A voice called out from the front of the room.
“Fucking going to fix that problem too,” I grunted, slipping an arm behind her and helping her to her feet. “Close your mouth, babe.” Hiding a smile, I gently pushed her forward, changing to her other side to hide her bountiful, curvy arse from the dick-licker punk.
“Fucking hell, is this what my life is going to be like?” I asked out loud to no one in particular, then looked over my shoulder at the pervert.
“Better be happy I left my rifle at the base arsehole.” Pinning him with my best sniper stare. Goddamn, how was I going to leave her here unprotected when I went off on deployment? I needed to talk to Booth about getting eyes on her; I trusted the club with my life, Addy and my baby’s too. My team needed me focused and the only way that was going to happen was to have Booth on Addy detail.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
ADELINE
What the devil had gotten into Marshall? He was practically spitting fire, walking us out of the waiting room and down the corridor where the nurse was leading us.
And why was he walking so close? Not that I minded having him up against me, his groin pressing into the small of my back was kind of turning me on. Thank god, this wasn’t an internal ultrasound, the poor technician would have been in for a shock if that was the case.
“Just wait in here, Ms Welham, the technician will be with you in a moment. If you would like to change into a gown while you are waiting, that will save you some time.” The nurse handed me a white gown, but her eyes never left Marshall, the cow was ogling without any shame what so ever. Not to mention, was that her tongue running over her teeth while she was checking out the father of my baby? I was right here, and this chick was drooling over my … significant other? Baby daddy? Life partner?
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