by Katy Kaylee
After all, men cheat for thrill, and women cheat so they don’t feel alone- and, by that logic, it was my responsibility to handle this like a man.
“I got you this.” The little tag on the bag glistened with sparkles, and Gwen’s breath caught loudly. Reaching with trembling fingers, she opened the card, and my heart thundered hard against my ribs. “Happy Valentine’s Day- again.”
“Did you get this then?” Her voice wobbled, soft, a little hoarse, and I nodded before she sputtered a small laugh. “Be my Valentine- that’s so generic. You didn’t even sign your name.”
“I thought that what’s inside is more important than what’s on the card. Go ahead, Gwen- open it.” Excitement and apprehension flooded my veins as Gwen reached into the bag, and the rustling was overly loud in my ears. Holding my breath, I watched her face through narrowed eyes as surprise rose her brows. Pulling out a red bear with a heart bow- no more than six inches tall- she smiled as her tears started to slip down her cheeks.
“It’s s- so cute…” A mad grin stretched my lips, and I grabbed the back of her neck to pull her lips to mine. Our kiss was quick but hard, and she clutched the bear to her chest as a nervous chuckle escaped me.
“I- I honestly wasn’t sure what to get- you know, since we were at a weird stage. I went with something safe… which seems really ironic in hindsight…” The weight in the atmosphere dropped to seep into the tiled floor, and I heaved a massive breath. “Okay- let’s eat. We’re behind schedule.”
Gwen
“What do you think? Sexy- huh?” A light laugh burst from my throat as Ryan pulled some body-builder flex, and I nodded furiously. He was completely naked but for a pair of red and white striped boxers with kissy lips on them, and he grinned broadly. “I thought so.”
Sauntering towards me, Ryan wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, and fire licked my cheeks as he towered over me. My heart rampaged in my chest, and he held out his hand to crook his fingers. His seduction was so silly that it worked, and my core throbbed as my fingertips stretched along his warm, dry palm. Biting down on my bottom lip while he rolled up my shirt and pushed down my pants, my muffled giggle added a spark to his eyes.
“For Valentine’s Day, my parents always went dancing- without fail. It wouldn’t be right to not continue the tradition.” Smiling down at me, Ryan tapped a button on his cell phone before setting it on the back of the sofa. His sweetness seeped deep into my abdomen, and I closed my eyes as he wrapped his arm around my waist to hold me close.
Maybe it was the solemnness of the moment, or the way Ryan handled me so gently… But when classical music started to play, I jerked in surprise. His smirk widened when my eyelids flew open, and he squeezed me gingerly to him to duck his head. Gasping faintly when his lips brushed mine, I tensed as he rubbed my lower back while we began to sway.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Gwen.” Even though Valentine’s Day was months ago, I still accepted the sentiment; Ryan had obviously put a lot of thought into this. He had to have bought all of this stuff right after he left- or, maybe, before- and I tilted my head with a slight smile.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Ryan.” Sighing in content, I rested my forehead against his sternum, and Ryan pressed his cheek against my crown. We only swayed, not even bothering to shuffle around, but it was perfect. His heart beat steady, strong, and I closed my eyes to savor everything about him.
“Do you know the sex of the baby?” Murmuring softly, Ryan squeezed me a little harder, and my baby bump pressed against his sharp, defined abdominals. “How’s it been?”
“I don’t… but- I have a feeling it’ll be a boy. It’s been… it’s been hectic, honestly. Construction is done with my restaurant, and I’m more on schedule than I thought, but… it’s been really hard to manage it all. I’m hoping to get open by the end of the month. I’ve already got my hires and stuff, and I have some competent cooks, but I have to train them all myself. At least, they’re exceeding my expectations- I got lucky.” My confession tightened my chest, and I nuzzled his bare chest as I pictured my restaurant from behind my lids. “They’re surprisingly good. I was worried, with the baby- but it’s been easing. If I can get open by the end of the month, there should be enough time to settle before I give birth.”
“It must help that you’ve done it before. I’m so proud of you, Gwen.” Pulling back, Ryan smiled tenderly as I blushed at the praise, and my heart stuffed to bursting. “I realized in Hollywood- how much it fucking sucks not being with you. Will you be my girlfriend?”
“Yeah-” Giggling at how backwards this all was, I gasped when Ryan ducked to grab my thighs and hoist me up to his chest. Kissing his lopsided lips, a moan escaped me as I ground shamelessly against him. My breasts ached, and he shuffled over to the wall separating the kitchen and the living room to pin me against it. Opening my mouth, a hard shiver raced down my spine at the taste of him, and my core throbbed.
The coarse hairs on Ryan’s chest tickled and taunted my nipples, and I cupped my breasts to squeeze. His hands kneaded my thighs, and the bulge in his boxers gyrated against my needy, leaking core. The friction from our sparse clothes burned my aching folds, and I reached down to fumble with the slit and pull out his cock.
“God- I missed you, Gwen…” Deeping our kiss, Ryan thrust into my hand, and goosebumps washed my skin. “I need to feel you-“
“O- oh-h-h-…” Moaning low and guttural as his voice, combined with the friction, set off a weak orgasm, I flung my arms around his neck to hold tight. Locking my ankles against the small of his back, my tongue collided with his, and he reached between us to peel my panties away. His hot, silky rod slathered my juices, and a whimper escaped me as the coil in my abdomen poised to release.
“Tell me to stop if it hurts or anything… I’ve never had sex with a pregnant woman- is this even safe?” Ryan’s concern touched my heart, and I nodded into our kiss as he thrust the head of his cock past my entrance. Stiffening, both of us gasped, and he braced his palm near my head as he gently sunk into my channel. My walls stretched after so long unused, and his harsh breaths dried my lips as his curls burned my clit.
“It feels so good- it feels so good-“ Whispering against his mouth, I grappled at Ryan’s sides as he pulled back to thrust deep and gentle, and I arched sharply. Pleasure flooded my veins, and I flexed my feet to keep myself from falling as I clamped down on his cock. Sucking in a sharp breath, soft moans and whimpers escaped me, and he ducked his head to kiss and lick my neck.
“You cum even easier, now-“ My eyes rolled back at the growl, and Ryan palmed my ass greedily as he set a steady, slow pace. Tightening around his length, I moaned when he thrust deep to grind his hips against my thighs. “Fu-ck…”
His thrusts weren’t even rough enough to jostle my body, but the emotion behind each tilt of Ryan’s hips was mind-rending. Kissing down my sternum, he buried his face between my breasts, and my nipples throbbed wildly as he teased them with faint brushes and tiny flicks. Caressing my walls, his cock rippled from how hard he was, and I dug my nails into his shoulders as another orgasm swept through me.
“A- hah-h- ah-h-h…” Sucking my nipple between his teeth, he rolled the pert bead with just the right amount of pressure, and shocks skittered just under my skin. Picking up his pace, he thrust a little harder, and my legs clung to his waist as wave after wave of rapture crashed into me.
“… You make the most beautiful face when you cum, Gwen.” My eyelids fluttered open heavily, and Ryan’s elbow hit the wall close to my head with a tremor and a thunk. So close, I could see the lightning in his cloudy eyes, and he kissed my lips hard without breaking rhythm. His fat cock reminded me over and over again what it felt like to be wanted, and his lips told me what he needed.
Me.
“Happy Valentine’s Day.” The mumble tugged up the corners of his lips, and Ryan forced his tongue into my mouth to tangle with mine. Moaning softly as his body gyrated against mine, I worked my fingers stiffly from his shoulders to cup his
sharp jaw. His hardness to my softness- the truth slammed into me as another orgasm tore up my spine. “Oh-h- Ryan…!”
“I’m gunna fuck you nice and slow all night, Gwen… Happy Valentine’s Day, baby-”
Ryan
Kissing up Gwen’s creamy, thick thigh, I brushed my lips over her mound to crawl up a little higher. Her bump was almost unnoticeable unless I touched it, and I rested my cheek on the hardness to close my eyes. I could hear the baby inside her- the faint gurgle of her insides when it moved- and a soft sigh breached my throat.
I was terrified, but I’d bluffed my way into her pants- I could definitely fake my way through this, too. Hopefully.
“… Can I come with you to your next appointment?” Posing the question cautiously, I glanced up under heavy lids to stare at the soft lines of her jaw. Gwen felt bad, I knew; how could she not? I didn’t fault her for it, either, because it was my fault for leaving. Whatever happened between her and whoever else didn’t matter, and I’d stayed up while she slept to engrain that decision deep into my consciousness.
“Yeah. I have an appointment to find out the sex the day after tomorrow.” Lifting her head to look at me, Gwen gave a faint, sad smile, and I hoisted myself up to kiss her lips. Ours was a lazy kiss, and her knees clung to my waist as I slipped my tongue between her teeth. Grinding leisurely against her bareness, my cock twitched with renewed need, and I dropped onto my elbows to stroke her thick, brown waves.
“I’m sorry, Gwen- I’m sorry for leaving you alone. I’m sorry you had to go through all of this alone.” Surprised flashed in her doe eyes, and I reached between us to caress her bump. “I’m sorry about all of this.”
“Ryan…” The mumble plumed along my cheek and tingled the bridge of my nose, and she pursed her lips to exhaled through flared nostrils. “It’s not your fault- there’s no reason to apologize. I’m not young or dumb or ignorant, and whatever you’re telling yourself… it’s not true. I don’t want you to be with me- us- out of some misplaced sense of guilt.”
“It’s not guilt… it’s- it’s regret.” Sitting up on my knees, I raked my hand through my hair as Gwen’s brows rose, and a little, self-depreciative laugh escaped me. “I wish it was me- that this baby was ours- yours and mine…”
“How could you say that?” My cheek twitched against the urge to blurt out something I shouldn’t, and I sat back as Gwen struggled to sit up. Inhaling a shallow breath, I rubbed my jaw and neck roughly while my brain cooked trying to find a good answer. “Ryan- this is serious. This isn’t going to end- if you do this, your acting isn’t going to be the most important thing in your life anymore. At least, with my restaurant, I can hire a manager or two- you can’t have someone else act for you. You love acting… you can’t just give it up for no good reason.”
“You think you’re not a good enough reason, Gwen?” Clenching my jaw at the sharpness in my tone, I frowned deeply as the surprise on her face deepened. Climbing off the bed, my legs forced me back and forth, and I rubbed my palms together as her concern rang in my ears. “I appreciate it, but I know what I said. I’m not 13 anymore, Gwen, and I probably can’t handle being a father- but who can, at first? I’m a mess- I get that- but I also found out yesterday- not three months ago. I’ll figure it out. And- if we have to- we can just go on a ton of vacations. Your restaurant will be huge, okay- I’m smart with my money, and I have a lot of it. I can take, like, a sabbatical- or whatever. It’s not a big deal.”
“How can you say that! How can you want this?”
Oh, my God- I just want to shake some sense into her. Rolling my lips between my teeth as Gwen balked, I rubbed my face with both hands as frustration welled in my chest.
“Because I want you, you infuriating woman- I’ve wanted you since… since you came back. And, for the record, I’m not content just fucking you, okay, Gwen- the truth is that I just want to be with you. I don’t give two flying fucks about whether or not this baby’s not mine- because it’s yours. Why can’t that be believable, Gwen? Why can’t you just let me tell you you’re beautiful without being surprised that I actually believe it?” Thanking God himself that I caught myself before I said something I couldn’t take back, I clenched my hands into tight fists by my sides. Gwen’s stunned silence weighed heavily on my shoulders, and she only stared, open-mouthed, a little pale, as I heaved a massive sigh. “If you doubt me so much, Gwen… why am I here? What am I doing? If you’re afraid I’ll leave you, then you wouldn’t trust what I say, anyway. So- tell me to leave, and I will…”
The strained demand roiled my stomach and soured my tongue, and I worried that I might vomit. Covering my mouth with my hand, I closed my eyes briefly as Gwen’s horrified gasp whipped across my cheek. Silence rang in my ears beyond the furious pounding of my heart, and I rocked back on my heels to fling my head back.
“I d-… I don’t want you to leave…” Gwen’s bare whisper was only a collection of sounds, and I tilting my head down to rub my neck in agitation. Climbing back onto the bed, I laid down on my side, and she didn’t resist when I tugged her to my chest. Warm and soft and heavy in my arms, she breathed a sigh that rolled down my sternum before continuing. “I’m not…like you, Ryan… my one and only other relationship was so bad… and I- I don’t know what I’m supposed to do… I want to believe you- I do- but… it’s not that easy.”
“Gwen- the sex is easy- it always is. It’s always easy to give in… but you of all people should know that you can’t get anywhere without putting in effort. That’s all we need to do- put in effort. Okay?” Stroking her hair and cheek, I smiled small when Gwen nodded, and I placed a chaste kiss on her lips.
Disaster averted… for now.
If Gwen told me to leave, I’d probably have a breakdown; how awful was this for her, trying to start her restaurant and finding out she was pregnant? And who was helping her day in and day out- not with the practical stuff of being pregnant, but with her? Who was making corny jokes or listening to her raging emotional rants or telling her she shouldn’t be eating 30 garlic bread knots at 3am, but not actually stopping her? Well… I just assume…
“You know- I don’t have to go back until filming starts again, so it’s not like I’m putting acting on the back burner, Gwen. S&R is my only project right now, so just… relax, okay?” My smile widened when she perked up at the assurance, and I glanced over her shoulder at the alarm clock on the night stand. “I’m gunna order pizza. Want one?”
“Yes!” The dense mood vanished at her excited squeak, and I couldn’t help but laugh. Sitting up, I twisted to grab my cell phone, and she rolled onto her back to hoist herself up against the headboard. “Can you get me bacon? And sausage? And jalapenos.”
“Yeah, of course.” Unlocking the device, the hairs on my arm and back stood up at the pleasure that radiated from behind me, and my smile widened. “I rarely eat pizza or anything- that’s definitely Tommy’s go-to, for sure. I think I deserve to splurge a little, though. I have pizza, maybe, twice a year. I’m just so used to eating this way, now.”
“I’ve gotten so used to eating what I make.” Leaning against my back, Gwen kissed my shoulder, and I held back a groan. Fiddling with my online order, my fingertips tingled as she pressed up against me, and her baby bump curved perfectly to the small of my back. Soft, chapped lips brushed along the back of my neck, and her palms caressed my chest to send tension to grip my abdomen. “I wasn’t sure what I was more afraid of- you leaving or staying.”
Affection grappled my heart, and I confirmed the order before setting my phone on the small table. Laying down, I couldn’t get over how beautiful Gwen was as she straddled me with desire brightening her eyes. Her hot folds clung to my cock, coaxing it up, and I dragged my palms up her thighs to her ass.
“There was only ever one choice, Gwen.” Rolling her hips, Gwen descended on me to smash her lips on mine, and my declaration hung heavy over us. Gathering up her hair to fist loosely, I squeezed her juicy ass as the smell of her arousal slithered into my
nostrils. She had lost a little weight- in her face and waist- but her butt… God, I just wanted to slap it and watch it jiggle.
Creeping between her ass cheeks, my fingertips probed Gwen’s hole as her breaths morphed into shallow pants, and my lips quirked up.
Gwen
“Let’s see, here…” Staring at the monitor under creased brows, I tightened my grip on Ryan’s hand at my OB’s murmur. On the screen was our baby, and he leaned over me to squint, his face a mask of awe and concentration out of the corner of my eye. Holding my breath, my heart hammered in my chest, and I gulped before she spoke up. “There it is- a penis. It’s a boy.”
Pointing at the screen, she took a still before all of the tension rushed from my muscles, and I flopped my head back to blow out a hot breath. This was Ryan’s first time seeing our son, and my gaze flickered to him to widen at the tears sparkling, gathering against reddened rims.
And the worst part was that he didn’t even know the truth because I freaked out and lied.
“A boy… that means you were right, Gwen.” Reaching to stroke my cheek without looking away from the screen, Ryan’s adam’s apple bobbed dangerously. “It’s a boy…”
“Mothers are usually right about the sex- about 80% of the time, they are. So, I’m going to print this out, and you can go schedule your next checkup and be on your way.” Nodding in agreement, I flexed my fingers in Ryan’s grip only to find they’d fallen asleep, and he tore his eyes off the monitor to grin broadly. The fetal heart monitor went silent, and the probe on my belly disappeared as time suddenly regained its meaning. Wiping the gel away, my OB clicked around on the computer as I sat up, and Ryan rubbed my back while stiffly releasing my hand.
“Sorry…” His ears turned pink, and he rolled his lips between his teeth before turning to the doctor. “Ah- can… so- is there anything I should know or do- or…”
