by C. Morgan
I pulled out a chair for her and took the seat next to hers. I checked my watch. One hour. I was giving this family dinner one hour and then I was hauling ass back to my place. I had a date to get laid.
“How was your trip?” my mother asked Trinity.
“It was fun. I got to watch my first football game.”
“Your first?” my mother questioned.
“Yes. I’m not a big football fan. Ryker explained it all to me. I’m still learning, but I think I’m going to be a fan.”
“When did you guys make this a thing?” she asked her.
Trinity looked at me. “Um, we, uh,” she stammered.
“Mom, stop,” I said. “Don’t play dumb. She knows I talked to you. You are partly how I convinced her to date me.”
“Is that true?” Mom asked.
Trinity was being put on the spot. I figured there was no better time to get it out in the open. I was hoping there would be plenty more dinners just like this one. This was my family. I was counting on this being my group of people.
“It is,” Trinity said. “I had some reservations about mixing things up. I didn’t want to put strain on Ryan and Naya’s relationship either.”
“Because Ryker can be a bit of a stinker when it comes to the ladies,” my mother said with a knowing smile.
“Mom, you’re not helping.”
“Yes,” Trinity said with a bright smile. “I did know of Ryker’s history and I didn’t think he would be serious. As it turns out, he is a very good man. He’s kind and doting and I trust him. Whatever was in his past is there. I didn’t know him then and I can’t hold any of that against him. The day I met him at the wedding, that’s the man I am basing my opinions on.”
My mother looked like the sun glowing at the head of the table. “I am happy to welcome you to the family,” she said.
It was like the Godfather giving us the blessing. If Trinity wanted to run in the opposite direction, she gave no indication. I expected her to be scared. She wasn’t.
“Do you have any names picked out?” Trinity asked Naya.
Naya smiled. “You know I’m still hung up on Mahala,” she said. “Ryan is slowly coming around.”
“Mahala Dawn,” Trinity said. “I can’t believe you are actually going to have a child to name.”
“Is there no chance it could be a boy?” I asked with a laugh. “You’ve picked a girl name so it must be a girl.”
“She has boy names too,” Trinity said.
“What about you?” I asked. “Did you already pick the names of your future children?”
She blushed. “I’ve tossed a few around.”
“I want something Nordic,” Ryan announced.
We all looked at him. “What are you talking about?” I asked. “Have you been drinking?”
“Very funny. I want the boy’s name to be something Nordic. Something strong.”
“Like the Vikings?” my mother asked with horror.
Naya rolled her eyes. “He’s on a Viking kick, like the show,” she explained. “Every night, we watch documentaries and movies about the Vikings. Trust me, he is not naming our son Thor.”
Ryan grinned. “What if it’s twins?” he teased. “Twins do run in the family.”
Naya paled. “Twins?”
“It could happen,” I said and looked at Trinity to gauge her reaction. I had never thought of myself as a father. It was just not something I ever pictured could be in the cards for me, but now, everything changed. I wondered if I could be a dad. I wondered if Trinity had ever thought about kids. She had that kind and gentle nature that I just knew would make her a good mom. I could see myself having children with her. We’d fill up every room in the house.
“What are you looking at?” Mom asked.
“What?” I blinked and looked at her.
“Is there another announcement to be made?” she questioned and looked directly at Trinity.
Trinity almost choked. “No,” she said and patted her chest. “Definitely not.”
“Do you want children one day?” she asked Trinity.
“Mom, please stop. This is about Naya and Ryan. Not me.”
I looked at Ryan for help. “This is really good, Mom,” Ryan said. “You’ll have to tell us where you ordered it from.”
She scowled, clearly catching onto the forced change in subject. My father sat at the other end of the table and enjoyed his dinner. My mother was always the interrogator. Anytime we got in trouble at school or even when we didn’t get in trouble but had done something wrong, she knew. She always managed to get it out of us.
Thankfully, she took pity on me and didn’t say anything more about it.
Chapter 37
Trinity
I could sense Ryker’s desire to leave the house. I felt the same way, but I was also going to be supportive to Naya. I was so happy for her. I stood out of the way while she sat on the couch and flipped through photo albums of the boys when they were young.
She now had a bond with Mrs. Fallon. They were both mothers. I wanted to be a mother. I didn’t think I did but seeing the joy on Naya’s face changed my opinion. I wanted to feel that same happiness. My hesitations about having children were nothing more than my own fears of leaving my child or children alone in this world. My family didn’t seem to have great longevity. I didn’t want my own child to go through the pain and suffering that came from losing a parent.
But what if I didn’t die? Would I be depriving myself of a full life because I was afraid?
“Are you okay?” Ryker asked.
“Yes. Sorry, I was just spacing out.”
“Are you ready to get out of here? If I have to see one more picture of my naked ass, I’m going to lose my mind.”
“But it’s such a cute little ass,” I teased him.
“We’re leaving,” Ryker announced. “We’ve had a long day and want to get some rest before work tomorrow.”
“Rest,” Ryan snorted. “Is that what you call it?”
“Congratulations again,” he said. “Goodnight.”
“Thanks for dinner,” I said. “Naya, I will call you tomorrow.”
Ryker was practically dragging me out of the house. “Thank god,” he murmured.
“Someone seems a little anxious to get home,” I teased him.
“We’ve just spent the last two hours talking about sex.”
“No one was talking about sex.”
“Babies come from sex,” he said dryly and opened the door for me.
“No kidding,” I teased. “I would have never known.”
“Very funny. Ryan was like a rooster crowing. He was strutting around there like his cock was a superpower.”
I burst into laughter. I reached over and grabbed his leg. “I think your cock could be a superpower.”
He groaned and started the car. “I’m not sure I can make it back to my place. You have no idea how hard I am.”
I ran my hand up his thigh and stroked over his erection. “Yep, you’re definitely hard.”
“You can’t touch me. Everything hurts. Hurts in a good way, but it is still painful.”
With one hand, I managed to undo the button of his jeans. “I can ease your suffering,” I told him.
“Trinity, I’m driving.”
“Keep your eyes on the road,” I instructed him as I pulled his zipper down.
He sucked in a breath when I slipped my hand under the briefs and grabbed his cock. I gently squeezed. The car jerked to the side before he quickly righted it. I slid my hand up and down his length, squeezing and pulling.
“Trinity, do you have any idea what you’re doing?”
“Am I doing it wrong?”
“Fuck no,” he grunted.
“Keep your eyes on the road. You do not want to crash with my hand around your dick.”
“No, I don’t suppose I do,” he murmured.
I kept up the slide up and down until I felt the throbbing in his dick. “Ready?” I whispered. Giving him a hand j
ob while he drove down the street was one of the most erotic things I had ever done. I was getting myself off.
“Don’t fucking stop.”
He erupted in one powerful blow. I kept my hand fisted around him while he grunted and rocked his hips. I pulled my hand away, reaching for the package of wipes in the center console. I quickly cleaned my hand before wiping up the mess.
“Better?” I asked him.
He leaned his head back. “God damn. You have no idea, but I’m afraid that just made me want you more.”
I grabbed his hand and pulled it between my legs. I rubbed myself against him. He jerked his hand out of mine and slid it up my dress. He wasn’t shy or hesitant. I opened my legs as wide as I could. His fingers slipped under my panties. “Did you come?” he asked.
I leaned my head back and bit my lip. “Not yet,” I whispered. “Touch me.”
“You’re so wet.”
“I’m so desperate.”
His fingers slid over my slick folds before one finger slipped inside. I gripped the armrest as he fingered me with one hand and kept his hand on the wheel with his other. It was so fucking hot. I didn’t even need his touch. I was so primed for him. He came to a stop at a red light. I looked over at him, his eyes were on me as he pushed his fingers inside me over and over.
He watched me as my body began to respond to his touch. The light turned green. He hit the gas, pushing my head into the headrest and his fingers plunging deep. I cried out as the orgasm hit me. It rolled through me with a powerful force.
“That’s one,” he said and pulled his hand away.
“One?” I asked slightly dazed.
“Remember what I told you on the plane.”
“Yes.”
He whipped his car into his driveway. He jumped out and came around to pull me out. We were rushing through the front door in a flash. His pants were still undone. The man was tearing at my dress, pulling it off me as he walked me down the hall. I pushed his pants down, nearly tripping us both.
He stopped walking and stepped out of his pants before jerking off his shirt. “Get it off,” he ordered.
I reached up and unhooked my bra. I let it drop. “Show me the way,” I said.
He picked me up and carried me to his bedroom. He put me on the bed with a great deal of care. He reached for my panties soaked with my own juices and jerked them down. He stood over me and stared down at my naked body.
I was certain I would never get tired of him looking at me just like this. I raised my hand to him. “I’ve been waiting for this for days. Don’t tease me.”
He slowly shook his head. “I am going to tease you. You owe me one more.”
I opened my legs and sat up. I grabbed his hand and pulled him down until his mouth covered mine. He kissed me until I was ready for him once again. Except the man meant to tease me just like he promised. I writhed on the bed, begging him to give me what I wanted.
“One more,” he whispered. He never touched that part of me that craved him. He gently blew over my pebbled nipples while his fingertips traced circles around my inner thigh. He switched to the other side. “I’m waiting. Come, Trinity. Give me what I want, and I will ride you all the way to a third.”
My body bucked as the orgasm he demanded came over me. He watched me as I rode through the orgasm gasping for air and panting his name. He stroked a hand over my face. “You are the most beautiful woman in the world. I love watching your O face. I promise you I can manage the professional and the personal. I don’t think I can stay away from you. I can’t go through that again.”
I pulled him over me, opening my legs and welcoming him inside my body. “You won’t have to because I don’t think I could do that again. Promise me you won’t hurt me?”
He looked shocked by the question. “Trinity, never. I know I have a lot to prove to you and I will do whatever I have to. What happens between us is too important for me to risk by doing anything stupid.”
Reaching over into his nightstand he extracted a foil package. Without wasting any time, he quickly sheathed himself before slipping inside me, sealing his words with the joining of our bodies. “I trust you.”
“I want you to trust me when I say I am going to do my best to make you happy.”
I nodded as my eyes slid closed. “I want to make you happy.”
“You make me very happy,” he said.
I opened my eyes and stared into his. There was an intensity about him that was different than before. This was the stone-cold commitment he spoke of earlier when he described his focus to get his practice off the ground.
“We’re doing this,” I said with a lazy smile.
“If by this, you mean sex, I’m balls deep inside you. Yes, we are most definitely doing this.”
I laughed and touched his cheek. “You know, usually I detest vulgarity, but with you, it makes me hot.”
“My dirty talk turns you on,” he said and thrust once.
I groaned. “It does.”
“Do you want to know what I beat off to when you send me home alone without satisfaction?”
I gasped. “Yes!”
“I go back to that first night. I think about how tight your sweet pussy is. I fantasize about your muscles clamping down on my cock and squeezing me so tight I can’t stop the explosion.”
“How often?” I asked.
“Nightly. Sometimes, I lay in bed and beat off. Sometimes, I do it in the shower. I have beat off so many times with thoughts of you on my mind.”
“Me too,” I breathed.
“You touch yourself and think about me?” he asked in a harsh voice. His thrusts became harder and faster.
“Yes!”
“Tell me more. Do you use your fingers, or do you have a toy?”
“Fingers.”
He made a tsk sound. “We need to get you something a little more suitable. When you think about me, I want you sliding something inside this sweetness.”
The man was making me crazy. I could not stop the orgasm. I had never allowed myself to indulge in such fantasies. With him, it was okay. I was safe with him. I didn’t need to hold back anything. He roared as my body squeezed him and held him deep inside me. I held him in my arms while he came apart.
We snuggled against each other, finally sated after a long time waiting. After sharing such a moving experience, I couldn’t help but listen to the sound of my biological clock thumping inside my head. Naya was pregnant. She was going to have a baby and I was so happy for her.
I didn’t know if a child was in the cards for me and Ryker, but I wasn’t discounting the idea either. He wasn’t the man I thought he was. He would make a good father. I was jumping the gun and I didn’t want to get too far ahead of myself, but I felt like my eyes had been opened. I was seeing the world through a fresh set of eyes.
Before, there were always limitations. I limited my expectations. Now that I saw the kind of happiness Naya found and I had a little taste of my own, anything was possible. I was open to the idea that I could one day have that same kind of happiness.
I looked up at Ryker. “What’s on your mind?” he asked without looking at me. His eyes were closed as he slowly rubbed my bare back.
“Lots of stuff, but nothing that we need to talk about right now.”
“Are you sure?”
“You’re exhausted. Sleep.”
“We’re not working tomorrow,” he murmured without opening his eyes.
“We’re not.”
“No. It’s the day after our return from an away game. We don’t need to go in. I want to spend the day with you.”
I smiled and kissed his cheek. “I like the sound of that.”
Chapter 38
Ryker
I did not want to get up. I wanted to spend the entire day in bed with her. I was glad she was still asleep. I wanted to spend some time trying to get my head around the idea of Ryan being a father and the feelings that stirred inside me. Last night, it was easy to ignore those feelings because I was s
o damn horny.
I slipped out of bed and pulled on a pair of underwear and quietly left the room. I started coffee before raiding the fridge. It was relatively empty. I went in search of my phone and found it in the pants I had on last night.
I sipped coffee and did a quick grocery delivery from the local market. I was serious about keeping her in bed with me all damn day. I only wished it could be all week. Unfortunately, I couldn’t leave Nick hanging. He didn’t deserve to work twice as hard because I wanted to lie around in bed.
“You’re up already,” she said.
I turned around to find her walking out of the room with just a pair of panties and the shirt she had worn to my house last night when we changed. “I wanted to make you breakfast in bed, but as it turns out, I don’t have any food. I just did a quick order, but it won’t be here for a couple of hours.”
“Breakfast in bed sounds delicious.”
I slid off the stool and poured her a cup of coffee. “How did you sleep?”
“Good. You?”
“Like a baby.”
“Are you sure?” she questioned. She sat down beside me and pushed a lock of hair back from my forehead.
“What do you mean?”
“You were having a nightmare last night.”
“I was?”
She nodded. “Yes. You don’t remember?”
“I don’t. I thought I slept well.”
“It’s good you don’t remember. I hate when I have nightmares, and I can’t shake them.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever really had a nightmare,” I confessed.
She sipped her coffee. “Consider yourself lucky. Very lucky.”
“Do you have them often?” I asked.
“Not as bad as I used to. And I don’t know if I would call them nightmares. They were just dreams about my parents.”
“Oh shit,” I said. I felt like an idiot. “I’m sorry. That was insensitive.”
“No, it wasn’t. Don’t do that.”
“Don’t do what?” I asked.
“Don’t think you can’t have nightmares or bad days or be sad about something like your car getting totaled because you are measuring your loss or your suffering against my own. I hate when people do that. We all have bad days. I had a really, really shitty day, but that doesn’t mean you don’t get any.”
