Falling Hard

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by Steele, C. M.

“How are you feeling?” I set my son in his crib and then took a look at my wife, who had been up breastfeeding almost all hours of the night. The little guy had an appetite. I could see she was fighting a yawn. Wrapping her up in my arms, I kissed her temple.

  “I’m tired, but the nap helped. Someone kept me up late last night.” Of course I did. I had a lot of days to make up for. Man, that whole six-week period nearly killed me. Blue balls daily. I ended up gaining five pounds of muscle in that time.

  I swiped my finger under her chin. “You were complaining about not getting in enough workouts, so I helped you out. I’m your personal trainer.”

  “Ha. Your workouts lead to weight gain.”

  “Yes, but you love it.” She did almost all the hard work to make this guy, and he was my twin. “Besides, I work really hard to get you in that shape,” I informed her.

  “Yeah, your hard work is greatly appreciated.” She reached between us and stroked my pride.

  “I know it is,” I growled.

  “Maybe I could go for another session. I know you can.”

  “Yes, I could, but you need to rest. I can see the Greco men are trying. Come, let me take you to bed and I promise that after a thorough night’s rest, I’ll have you screaming my name in nothing but good ways.”

  We kissed our baby goodnight and then I scooped up my love and carried her to our bedroom. “I’m too heavy.”

  “Seriously, woman. Sometimes I think you’re ridiculous. I can bench press two-forty. I think you lost weight since we met.” I stared at her while she walked over to her dresser to slip on something to wear.

  “Well, I feel out of shape.”

  “That’s because you’re tired. I don’t care if you put on a hundred pounds, I’d still think you’re perfect, Mrs. Greco. Besides, next week you start your yoga class.” She’d gained her certification to teach classes before she had AJ. At this point, she worked at the gym twice a week for two hours while I watched the little guy in my office. Although, I always had volunteers. Everyone loved him and couldn’t wait to see his handsome little face.

  “Yeah, about that. Soon we might include some maternity classes if I’m the instructor.”

  “Wait a minute…are you?” She nodded vigorously as she lifted off her shirt. I reached behind her and undid her regular bra. Then she slipped on a spaghetti strap tank top that had a maternity bra built in, just in case she leaked at night.

  After absorbing the news, I shouted loudly. “We need a bigger place.”

  “If you keep it up, we’ll need it soon.”

  “Damn right, we will.” I dragged her into my arms and kissed her. “I can’t help how much I need you, Erica. You’re everything to me and had me from day one.”

  “We both fell hard.”

  “Speaking of hard…”

  “I should really practice my stretching.” She said, sliding her shorts down her legs.

  “That’s my girl.” I picked her up and gently laid her on the bed before taking off all my clothes. Like a wild animal, I pounced on top of her, stripping her bare. Luckily, I’m off tomorrow, and she can sleep in.

  Erica

  Two Years Later

  I took it easy while working at the gym because I was pregnant with baby number three. We were a baby factory and we loved it. Two boys and this little sweet girl growing in me now. I’ve stopped giving classes until after I come back from maternity leave, but just as I’m about to leave the gym, I see the woman who thought my husband was hot all those years ago. I hadn’t seen her since we married which didn’t bother me. Seeing her today sent jealousy coursing through me.

  She came up to Adrian and I waited to see if she’d be stupid enough to flirt with him. He nodded politely to her and walked toward his office as well, but he slammed the door shut.

  “Is there something you need?” I asked her, itching to know what she was talking about with Adrian.

  “Oh, I didn’t know you worked here.” The smug look on her face belied her words.

  “I don’t just work here. I own the gym with my husband,” I reminded her. She’d been so damn thirsty for my husband when I met her that I knew she’d be trouble.

  She scoffed. “And pregnant again. Getting fatter and fatter. He’s going to need a hot wife.”

  I was about to slap the shit out of her when I felt Adrian’s hand slide around my waist. “I do have a hot wife. Ms. Jones, here’s a refund to your membership. It’s been revoked.”

  “That’s fine. I don’t need your gym. I’m not the one who looks like an orca.”

  “Bitch,” I snarled out, nearly ready to skin her alive.

  Adrian grabbed my ass and whispered in my ear, “Erica, please wait in my office.”

  “You, get your things,” he barked at Ms. Jones.

  “Erica, come with me.” I followed Rachael into Adrian’s office while he made Ms. Jones leave while avoiding any contact with her.

  “I hope you know she’s just a jealous hag. You know you look incredible and from the way you came out of here this morning, I’m sure Adrian finds you hot as hell. Shit, I’m actually jealous how sexy you look pregnant. It’s sickeningly perfect.” She winked.

  “Rachael. Leave us alone. I have to talk to my wife.”

  “Talk…yeah. That’s the code word?” She giggled and closed the door behind her.

  “Mrs. Greco, please tell me you didn’t buy a word of what that bitch was selling.”

  “I’m not going to say it’s easy to hear another woman call me fat when I’m this far along, but I know she was doing it to be a cunt. Why did she start coming here again?” I couldn’t hide the suspiciousness in my tone.

  “I don’t know. She was married when she used to come in before. Now, she’s divorced. She made that clear when she came to talk to me.”

  “What did she want with you?” He hesitated which pissed me off and nearly brought me to tears. “Are you having…”

  “For the love of God do not finish that fucking sentence. You should know by now that you’re my everything. I was buried balls deep in you this morning. So help me, I want to bend your ass over and remind you that you’re mine.”

  I gulped, knowing that he wanted to spank my ass. I shouldn’t question his love for me. He’d never given me reason, but my hormones were running the gamut. “It’s just.”

  “Look, she wanted to see if I was interested in a mistress. I would never be interested. Then she said that she wanted a refund to the gym. I nodded and refunded the money and gave her a copy of the refund information.” He seemed to get more and more riled up.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “You should be. Turn around and bend over.” I tried to pretend that I didn’t like it, but who was I kidding? I loved when he spanked me.

  Adrian

  I’d had enough of these women hitting on me. The wedding ring, the professional attitude and the sexy wife on my arms wasn’t enough to keep women from flirting. Most days, I left the floor to my staff. I rarely came out of my office and I didn’t speak to any of the guests.

  When that bitch had called my wife fat, I almost lost it. Never had I ever hit a woman, but I was tempted. She’d hurt my wife’s feelings five seconds after I already told her that I had no interest in her offer. I had a new shirt to wear to the gym while I worked. Maybe it would help keep the women at bay. I think it had to do with the endorphins running through your body after a good workout.

  * * *

  The next morning I was in my office when I spotted my wife giving a tour of the gym. She wore a pair of Khaki maternity shorts that curved to her perfect ass. It was her company polo that emphasized her swollen six month pregnant belly that drove me nuts. She was insanely gorgeous that I could hardly take my eyes off her while she was in the gym. It made me hard, knowing I knocked her up for the third time.

  In the middle of her tour, I caught one of the men staring at her in a way that I considered dangerous. Dangerous to his own health because I was tempted to kill him. No one had t
he right to ogle my wife but me.

  I stormed out of the office about to say something when Santos approached the guy and led him right to the door. The guy protested and then shouted that he didn’t need my gym anyway. He wasn’t going to need food if he opened his mouth about my wife either.

  Santos came over to me. “Sorry, I dealt with the trash. I can’t have you getting arrested. You know it’s not good for Erica and the baby. Twice in a year is too much. You got off with a slap on the wrist the last time.”

  “I know.” Shit. That had been a lot of trouble. A man grabbed Erica’s ass while we were going into the movie theater. He’d been drinking and thought it was funny. I beat the living shit out of him. They gave me a warning and called it even since I’d been protecting my wife.

  “I want to be that in love.”

  “Out of your mind crazy?”

  “Yep.”

  “I wish you all the luck, brother.” I summoned Erica with a wag of my hand.

  My wife walked over to me while letting Amber take over the tour.

  “It seems you and I are two sexy beasts.”

  I slid my arms around her waist bringing her close. “No, you’re definitely the beauty.”

  “I’m thinking it’s time to sell the gym.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah. I can’t deal with this shit much longer.”

  “Maybe we can go into business with Danny and my mom.” They owned a bakery not too far from their house and it was always busy.

  “That might be better. I’d like to lick chocolate off of you.” We accidentally overheard Danny say that to Patricia when we came into the house one day. Since then we tease about it whenever we get a chance.

  “That is not part of the job.”

  “Yeah, well that’s not going to sell me on that idea.” I massaged her shoulders and then her lower back where I knew it had to ache.

  “Fine. Maybe you can take some of that chocolate home for playing.”

  “Then sign me up.” I scooped her up and carried her into the office. As much as I wanted to bang her brains out again, we had to get the kids from the daycare area of the gym and take them home. Erica’s little brother Daniel also hung out at the daycare, so Danny and Patricia could get some work done. If that’s what they called it.

  Damn, I couldn’t wait to get Erica home. I might have to swipe some chocolate from the bakery.

  THE END

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