I lean down to kiss her but pull back. She furrows her brows in irritation that I’m about to tease her. Instead, I head towards the van, turning back to see her standing there looking at my ass. Reaching over my head to lift my shirt up and off, her chest rises and falls quickly. Unbuttoning my jeans, I push them down and off my feet.
When she notices I decided to go commando, her tongue swipes across her lower lip, and she starts towards me. My dick is thick and getting harder the closer she gets, and for a moment I wish she wasn’t pregnant so I could be rough with her, and bend her over the van and fuck her until she comes so much she tells me to stop. Her hand wraps around my cock and squeezes as she moves up my length, her lips rubbing against mine.
“I know we’re limited,” she says, looking down at her belly then back up at me, her voice dropping, “but I want you wild with me tonight, like the night on the patio.”
My brain pauses because, is there something about the way I’m looking that let her into my thoughts?
“Please,” her eyes looking up to me pleading, “I need to feel you like that.”
A thought occurs to me that maybe she thinks I always want it that way, and sometimes I do. I want to lose control, but usually keep it together in fear of hurting her and the baby. Before I can think too much about it, her closed fist glides down my length and my body jerks with a shaky breath accompanying the movement. She leans closer, but before her lips can reach mine, I grab her hand and bring it to her back as I move behind her. My other hand cups her jaw to tilt her head back and allow my lips at the soft skin there, she moans and pushes her ass back against my crotch. My hands run down to roughly grab her tits, pinching each nipple hard.
“Nathan,” she pants.
Moving my hand further, I take the hem of her shirt, yanking it up over her head. Pushing my body against her, urging her towards the bed of the van, forcing her jean shorts down to her knees allowing them to fall to her feet. Taking both her hands, I bend her over and place them on the bedding, my hands at her hips to arch her back and stick her beautiful ass up. Kneeling behind her, my fingertips run lightly over the lines of her white cotton panties and I watch as goosebumps cover her skin. My tongue follows the path my fingers had, and I watch Skye’s head dip down, her fingers curling into the bedding. Using my teeth, I pull her panties over the plump of her ass and stop at her thighs, sinking my teeth into one cheek, causing her to squeal then groan.
“Cross your ankles,” I order, with a small smack to the same cheek.
Skye does as I tell her, bringing her legs together, her panties fall to her ankles, the lips of her pussy closed look plump and my cock jumps. The last time I made her do this was to shave her, she came out of the bathroom one morning and said, “Well, it’s official, I’m a hippie…I hope you like bush, because I can’t reach down there.”
Of course, I didn’t care, but I could see she did. So, I took her right back into the bathroom, and shaved her perfect pussy for her.
I lean forward and run my tongue up through the slit of her lips, taking one side into my mouth and sucking before doing the same to the other. With her legs being closed, it also spreads her ass for my tongue. Licking up to the puckered flesh, running the tip around in circles. Her legs begin to shake as I tease her, using my fingers to run up and down her pussy. She’s wet and grinding into my hand as I continue to tease her ass, planting wet kisses and lapping at the skin with the flat of my tongue.
With both my palms on the back of her thighs, I move down to her pussy and run my nose along the slit of her lips, inhaling deeply. Her scent is sweeter, and her juices thicker with pregnancy, which only makes me more insane with lust. My thumbs spread her open for my mouth, I’m trying to take my time and savor her, to drive her crazy, but I’m also doing the same to myself. My cock is pulsing, bobbing from the strain, my balls are drawn up and I want inside. Standing, I put one leg up on the bumper as I feed my cock into her. Once the head pushes in I stop, bracing one hand up onto the roof of the van, my other arm bracing across her back to her shoulder, where I grip hard and slam into her.
She screams and I groan and begin to fuck her, hard. Using my hand on her shoulder to keep her in place, so her body can take all of my power. Her moans and gasps, her hands white knuckling the comforter, I begin to lose myself and drive deeper and faster. Looking down, I watch as my thick cock moves. I love seeing the tight ring of flesh hold on tight to my dick as I pull out, she’s still so tight, even though I fuck her constantly.
Her cum is coating my cock and the smell of her growing stronger in the air. I can’t hold off anymore and begin to come. Curling over her to press my hands over hers, my face buried in the back of her hair. My ears ring as the blood rushes through them, and then I begin to hear myself chanting, “I love you,” over and over as my orgasm begins to calm and my dick twitches with the last of it.
Her small frame beneath me is trembling, her pussy spasmodically squeezing my dick while she continues to grind back onto me.
“You want more?” I pant into her ear.
“Yes, please, yes,” she whimpers.
Leaning back off her body, I look down at her back. A thin layer of sweat glistens in the moonlight on her skin, and I watch as her hips circle, and my now hardening cock disappearing between her lips.
“Like this again?” I ask.
With a nod, she looks over her shoulder towards me, her bottom lip pinched between her teeth. Running my hands up her spine to her shoulders before grazing down her arms and curling my fingers around her elbows, pulling her back. She gasps at the movement, and I give her a moment to adjust to the fact that my hands are the only thing keeping her from face planting onto the bed. I pull out and thrust my hips up, so the head and shaft of my cock glide over her pussy and ass, before readjusting my stance, bucking into her hard and using her arms to pull her body back towards me.
She’s gasping and her hands ball into fists before finding purchase on both her ass cheeks, her pussy squelching with impact of my pelvis. She feels so fucking perfect, and the way it seems she can’t even form words or sounds, is making my balls ache, and something snaps inside me. The need to satisfy her, to know she’s letting me overpower her because it’s what she wants. That I’m not taking something from her, but she wants me the way I want it.
Fuck, I love her so much I feel it all through me. Finally, Skye lets out a scream as she comes, letting her arms free as I pull her up so her back is against my chest. This changes the angle of penetration, my cock head hitting something deep in her. I bite her shoulder and groan as I come, flicking my hips three times as I empty. Both our chests are heaving, as my lips kiss over where my teeth had just been, my hands running over her damp skin to land on either side of our baby.
We both move up the mattress and cuddle up against one another, the moonlight shining in from the van windows displays my woman in all her glory. Her naked, sweaty body glistening as we lay side by side. Her nipples still hard and I’m getting hard again too, I lean down and take one into my mouth, lapping at the budded flesh as her hands find their way into my hair. My left hand cups her other tit, and I watch in fascination as the ring now on my finger glows against her tan skin. I never envisioned myself really as someone’s husband or father. I dreamt of it, but never really thought it would happen for me. To now see the proof that this breath-taking creature as mine, and I was hers, drove me to maneuver her onto her side so I could sink inside her from behind as we made love as husband and wife.
24
The weekend was over too soon, and back to work we went that following Monday. I found myself more than once daydreaming over the things Nathan and I had done in two days, between the wedding and the phenomenal sex. Everything just seemed like it was too good for us, but I guess being that it took us so long to finally get together, I figured we were due for some happiness.
I went to my OBGYN on Wednesday, and everything with the baby was perfect. As it has been my whole pre
gnancy for the most part, and at thirty-two weeks I feel pretty good, aside from being a bit tired. The only thing giving me the most annoyance was heartburn, which has gotten worse. Most nights I’m up three or four times, either peeing or restless. On the nights I lay there and try to sleep, I think about in how a few short weeks a baby will be keeping us both up, and how I’d really like to be sleeping as much as I can before that happens.
This weekend is my baby shower, and I can’t believe it’s that time already. It seems like only yesterday Maven had hers, and how mine seemed ages away. I’m restless, even though Maven, Missy, and my mom have planned it, it’s still at our house, and I want everything to be perfect. I clean, but with Nathan not being done with the addition yet, it seems pointless since every night leading up I’ve been sweeping and dusting just trying to keep the place in order.
Needless to say, this makes me a little…bitchy. To counteract my mood as of late, Nathan has asked me on a date. There’s a carnival in the next town over, and I’ve decided that’s what I want to do. It’s evening as we head out, and Nathan’s just pulling down the driveway when his phone begins to ring, but he ignores it and we go on talking about our day, then it starts up again.
“Get it,” I prod.
Grumbling, Nathan unlinks his fingers from mine, reaching into his back pocket and producing his cell.
“Brother,” he answers after checking the caller id.
I watch his profile as he listens, my husband in jeans and a t-shirt, who makes the simple clothes sexy as hell. His brows furrow and I sit up a little straighter, concern taking over.
“Yeah sure…no worries, we’re on our way.”
“What’s wrong?”
Nathan ends the call, tossing his phone down onto the cup holder below the dash.
“Maven’s in labor, we gotta go get the boys from the hospital.”
“Oh my God!” I smile and bounce a little in my seat. “I hope she’s okay, she seemed a little out of sorts today, said her back was killing her.”
“Dornan said her water broke about two hours ago, but she’s not dilated much.”
The hospital is twenty minutes away, in Bannister where I used to live. We pull up into the south entrance parking, finding a spot quickly. Entering through the sliding doors, we both look around the waiting room, until my eyes land on Sven sitting in one of the chairs with Nolan and Wyatt on either side of him. Dornan’s standing and talking to them, and I pat Nathan’s arm to head over.
“Drag!” Wyatt squeals and rushes to us.
Nathan and Dornan shake hands before Dornan leans down and hugs me.
“Thanks guys, we really appreciate you taking the kids.”
“How is she?” I ask at the same time Nathan says,
“No problem.”
“Good, the hard shit hasn’t happened yet, her contractions are coming faster but she’s not pushing yet,” Dornan answers. “Boys, be good, I’ll call you before bed and you can come up tomorrow, okay?”
Wyatt nods, while Nolan looks down at his little hands. You can tell he’s unsure of all that’s happening, and a little scared. Sven must sense his grandson’s apprehension, placing his hand on the toddler’s head, giving his hair a ruffle, while Dornan crouches down to eye level.
“Mom’s okay, remember what she told you? She has to be here to get the baby out, she’s not hurt or sick, but a doctor has to help her.”
“Can Mommy call me when she’s better?” he asks in the smallest voice.
“Mommy will call as soon as she can, even if it’s in the middle of the night, I’ll come wake you up buddy,” Nathan says.
Watching these three huge, biker badass dudes comforting this little boy, is giving me the feels, and my eyes begin to sting with tears. I can only imagine what this situation is like for the kids, not really understanding what’s going on. Your whole life leading up to this point is, doctor = sick people, hospitals = very sick people. Nolan sighs and then nods at his dad, wrapping his arms around Dornan’s shoulders as Wyatt also comes and joins the hug.
“Love you boys,” Dornan says while placing a kiss on top of each of their heads.
Taking Nolan’s hand while Wyatt latches on to Nathan, we watch as Dornan and Sven head to the elevators, and we turn towards the exit.
“How do you guys feel about carnivals?” Nathan asks.
Both boys woot and begin to jump around with excitement, the stress of only moments before seeming a distant memory for the time being. Thankfully, we drove my Subaru, and there’s plenty of room for everyone. The kids are animated the entire drive; we all talk about what we might see there from the rides to the games. When we arrive, first thing we do is eat, getting hot dogs and fries before heading out to the games. We challenge Nathan to just about every game involving strength and I know by the end, he’s getting sore.
He did manage to win us all stuffed animals, mine a giraffe I plan to put in the nursery, while the boys picked something to give to their new baby sibling. On the ride home, both boys fall asleep as I rest my head on Nathan’s shoulder with a sigh. After checking my phone and looking through the text from Missy on Maven’s progress, it looks like no baby for a few more hours.
“Apollo,” Nathan says.
“Autumn.”
“Baxter.”
“Beatrice.”
We do the name game at least once a day, Nathan always choosing a boy’s name while I give a girl’s name. We both have our favorites, but can’t agree on anything. We go back and forth, only pausing to get the boys in the house and into the spare bedroom, resuming when we’ve both settled into bed. I’m curled up against my husband, his fingers running through my hair as we fall asleep. The vibration from my phone wakes me. I’d just dozed off after being up for an hour with heartburn. It takes me a minute to get my eyes open and adjusted, as I grab my phone from the bedside table. Opening a text from Missy to see a photo of the new baby, the caption reading:
Baby Irys, 8lbs 14oz, 20 inches long.
A girl! I can’t wait to hold her and kiss her chubby cheeks. A smattering of light brown hair covers the top of her head that I can’t wait to smell. Another picture comes of Maven holding her daughter and she looks amazing, not like she’d been in labor for twelve hours. It’s almost seven a.m., so I decide to wait until the boys get up to tell them, rather than waking them up now because surely they will want to go visit ASAP.
“You okay?” Nathan asks sleepily over my shoulder.
“Maven had the baby, Irys, she’s adorable.”
He grunts a reply, then curls up behind me and snuggles his face into my neck, falling back asleep.
The boys can’t wait to go meet their sister and see their mom, practically jumping out of the bed when I told them the news. When we arrive, Dornan’s holding his baby girl. She looked so tiny in his arms that I instantly swooned when I saw them. The boys hugged Maven, before Dornan placed Irys in her arms and the boys got a look at her, they both kissed her cheeks and ran delicate hands over her head. Everyone was all smiles as we watched the brothers with the new baby.
We hung out a while as I held the baby, and then Nathan gave it a shot, until she pooped and was ready to eat again. Since Maven wasn’t going to be discharged until later, we took the boys and met Missy and Sven in the cafeteria for lunch. Then heading to Maven and Dornan’s to tidy the house for their return, where I decided to make dinner so they wouldn’t have to. Maven going into labor started making my mind race. I was sitting in bed Googling information on my phone later that night, when Nathan entered from the bathroom.
“What are you doing?” he asks after a moment.
“Nothing,” I reply, my eyes still glued to my phone.
I scan the words, while flipping between two open browser windows. There’s a smack to the bottom of my foot, and my head pops up as my leg jerks back in reflex.
“What the hell?” I ask.
Nathan looks at me and I notice then he’s drippi
ng wet, totally naked.
“You say you’re looking at nothing, but don’t notice me here all hot and wanting,” he says playfully, but I sense his annoyance.
“Sorry, sorry…I’m just looking into something,” I reply.
“Which is?” he asks.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see as he drops his towel to the floor.
“You better pick that up,” I mumble.
“Will you pay attention to me if I do?” he questions.
I put my phone down and look at him.
“I think I want a doula.”
“Whaaaat is that?”
“A woman to assist a home birth.”
“Fuck no,” Nathan spits out, shaking his head as he comes to sit beside me on the bed.
“What?” I ask in astonishment.
“No, you’re not giving birth in the house, nowhere other than a hospital,” he replies, cutting his hand through the air.
“Excuse me?”
“What if something goes wrong? Or the baby needs help and we’re here? No.”
“So you think something is going to go wrong?” I ask, my stomach bottoming out.
“Skye,” he replies, taking my hand. “There’s always a possibility…you haven’t thought of the worst-case scenarios?” he asks with raised brows.
“No…well, now I am.” I shrug.
“Bullshit, I see the stuff you highlight in your baby books, not here, hospital.”
He lies back and takes my hand with him, resting the back of it on his chest as he slides his palm back and forth over mine.
“I just want it to be as easy for you as possible, if you need medicine, if you need a C-section, if the baby needs something. I just don’t want you to worry about anything okay, babe?”
He looks over at me, raising his other hand to push hair off my face.
I nod, looking down at him. His tan, naked body looking like a wet dream on top of the white sheets. Instantly I feel the pulse between my legs, my nipples harden as my breath catches in my throat.
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