“Are you positive?” Josh asked.
“Absolutely,” I said. “Every time I come to the city, I just find myself wanting to go back home…”
“In that case,” he grinned down at me. “Let’s get you home, Pinky...
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN | JOSH
The afternoon rush hour was still a few hours away, but the northbound I-95 had already been reduced to a parking lot: cars were wedged, bumper to bumper, across all three lanes of the Connecticut Turnpike. Car horns blared incessantly from all directions, and the procession of bright red brake lights extended into the distance as far as the eye could see.
At this rate, we’ll never get back to Hartford…I thought grimly from behind the steering wheel of my pickup truck.
On a good day with light traffic, I prided myself in making the trip in two hours, on the dot. In today’s traffic, I knew that I would be lucky if I got us home in under four hours.
It didn’t help matters that my cock still hadn’t stopped throbbing since we left the salon in Brooklyn. And it really didn’t help that Vanessa couldn’t seem to sit still in the passenger seat next to me. All I could think about was getting her home, and getting her out of those clothes…
The car in front of me scooted a few feet up and I released the brake pedal to coast forward and fill the gap. Just as the truck started to roll, a gold sedan darted into my lane from the right.
“Oh hell no!” Vanessa gasped, flicking her eyes towards me. “He’s trying to cut in front of us!”
“It doesn’t matter,” I sighed. “None of us are getting anywhere fast.”
“It does matter! It’s basic decency not to cut people off in traffic. You can’t let him in!”
Traffic had stopped again, and the gold sedan was stuck: its front left wheel had made it into my lane, but the rest of the car still hadn’t crossed over the white dotted line on the road.
“What’s the matter?” I grinned playfully. “Feeling horny?”
She grumbled something, but her cheeks still filled with pink.
“Go on,” I said, nodding to the steering wheel. “You can honk my horn…”
“I’ll do more than that, if you make sure this asshole stays in his lane,” Vanessa’s eyes twinkled up at me. My cock throbbed through my pants.
“Oh yeah?” I grinned. “Let’s see what you got, Pinky…”
Vanessa returned my dirty grin, then she leaned across the center console of the truck and poised her fist over the steering wheel, ready to punch down on the horn.
The car in front of us moved forward, leaving another gap of space on the road. I immediately tapped the gas pedal and the engine rumbled as the truck lurched forward. At that same instant, the gold sedan attempted to slide forward and merge the rest of the way into my lane. But I wasn’t having it…and neither was Vanessa. She shoved her palm down on the horn as I swerved around the sedan, effectively blocking them from cutting me off.
In the rear-view mirror, we could see the gold sedan trapped between two lanes of traffic as a chorus of car horns honked angrily around him.
“You and I make a good team, Pinky,” I grinned her way. Her eyes were still twinkling, but she wasn’t watching the scene unfolding in the rear-view mirror anymore. Instead, her eyes had landed on the bulge protruding from the front of my pants.
“Are these windows tinted?” she asked.
“Tinted to twenty-percent. But don’t tell anyone. They’re technically illegal in Connecticut.”
“So…nobody can see inside?”
“Nobody can see a thing,” I raised an eyebrow. “Why? You got something you’re trying to hide?”
She just grinned even wider, and then her hands found the fly of my jeans. She ripped the zipper down with one tug, then she palmed the shape of my stiff shaft through the fabric of my briefs.
“I never did get around to tasting you…” she said slowly, licking her lips. I tightened my grip on the steering wheel.
“You sure we should be doing this?” I asked, glancing at the seat belt stretched across her lap. “I mean…is it safe?”
“Shut up and drive,” she hissed, slipping her hand through the opening in the front of my briefs. Considering we hadn’t moved more than fifteen feet in the last five minutes, I had a hard time protesting.
I felt her fingers wrap around my cock and I almost came on the spot, just out of relief. I melted back into my seat, powerless to stop her as she pulled my tingling shaft out through the front of my briefs and started stroking.
Traffic was at a stand-still, and I glanced around at the other cars on the road. They were all completely oblivious to the fact that I was about to go on a wild ride, without ever leaving the road…
For most of the drive, sliding into Vanessa’s hot, slick pussy had been the light at the end of the tunnel; my own personal pot of gold. But as her hand squeezed and stroked, it was the thought of her mouth that sent me closer and closer to the edge…
Reading my mind, her eyes flicked up and she licked her lips slowly.
“Do you want to see how much of your cock I can fit in my mouth?” she teased in a low, filthy voice.
I swallowed and nodded. I didn’t just want her mouth, though; I wanted to feel her, too. I reached across the seat and cupped her breast through her shirt.
“God your tits have gotten fucking huge,” I grunted as I felt her nipple harden under my palm. She was wearing a soft, thin bra…no match for the engorged mountains that her breasts had become.
She whimpered and sucked in a breath as I tightened my grip on her swollen breast. My fingers closed around her nipple, pinching and tugging until I felt something wet soak through the front of her shirt. Her milk must have come in early…I had read about that in the baby books.
Her cheeks immediately blushed pink and she glanced down.
“That’s--” she started to say, but I finished for her:
“That’s fucking hot. I can’t wait to play with those tits tonight…”
I had to control myself, though. We were on the fucking highway, afterall…
Traffic hadn’t moved an inch.
Good thing we found a fun way to pass the time…
Vanessa leaned across the seat so that her face was an inch away from my cock, then she closed the distance with her tongue.
I was hypnotized by the sight of her exploring my length and tracing the thick veins that protruded from my shaft with the tip of her tongue...
A horn honked behind me, and I jerked my eyes back onto the road. A gap of about four feet had cleared in front of me, and the car behind me was impatiently waiting for me to fill the space. I slid forward, then eased on the brakes again…just as I felt Vanessa’s lips clench around my tip.
She took a few inches of me into her mouth, then she popped me out again. She repeated the same thing over and over, taking me in a little further every time...
“That feels too fucking good,” I gripped tighter onto the steering wheel. “I’m going to come…”
“Isn’t that the point?” she teased before thrusting me even deeper down her throat.
Traffic was starting to move again, and we started cruising forward. With my eyes on the road, my hand roamed down her back and cupped her ass, but she nudged me away.
“Both hands on the steering wheel,” she insisted sternly. “Ten-and-two.”
“I want to pull this car over right now, so I can fuck you right…” I grunted.
“What’s the rush? There’s plenty of time for that night…”
A pearly white bead dribbled from the mouth of my cock. Vanessa gripped the base of my shaft eagerly and traced my tip around her lips, spreading my glistening pre-come over her pout like it was her favorite flavor of lip gloss…
I nearly lost it then.
“Sit back,” I grunted in a gruff voice.
“But--”
“Sit back,” I said firmly. “Before that mouth of yours makes me crash this car.”
Traffic was mo
ving faster now. 25 MPH… 35 MPH...
Vanessa begrudgingly slipped back into her seat. She didn’t realize that I was far from done with her...
“Spread your knees,” I told her. She obeyed that command, too. Her legs spread apart and she jutted her hips forward.
“Do you remember how I told you touch yourself, on the phone that night?”
She nodded slowly and I watched her hand disappear under the front of her yoga pants. I flicked my eyes between her and the road, and then I gripped my own shaft and started stroking…
“Nuh-uh,” she said, pushing my hand back towards the steering wheel. “Ten-and-two, remember?”
I planted my hands on the wheel and I felt her fingers lock around my shaft, replacing my desperate tugs with tediously slow, firm jerks…
“Focus on driving,” she said. “I’ll take care of both of us…”
We were cruising down the highway now, and I forced myself to focus on the road and cars around me as Vanessa’s hands worked their magic…both on my shaft, and down the front of her pants.
“Make some noise,” I grunted as I felt my own climax getting closer and closer. “Let me hear how good that makes you feel…”
My balls clenched and my cock stiffened as it prepared to explode. Vanessa’s head flung backwards on the headrest and she pitched her hips forward, moaning as her hand moved furiously around her pussy.
“Fuck, fuck, fuuu--” she groaned, and then she started spasming in the passenger seat. She squeezed harder on my cock and made a final jerk upwards, and that set off the chain reaction. Hot come spurted from my tip, and she slid her hand up and wrapped it around my head to catch my load in her palm.
“Fuck, Pinky,” I shuddered as I felt the pangs of pleasure slowly fade away from my body.
She wasn’t done yet, though. Her eyes flicked up to me and she flashed me the dirtiest, filthiest grin as she carefully released my cock without spilling the handful of come that filled her palm. Then she moved her hand back and slid it slowly down the front of her pants. I watched her hand move up and down under the fabric, and I knew she was spreading my sticky sauce all over herself...
A few seconds later, she was bucking up and down in her seat all over again as a second orgasm ripped through her body.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT | VANESSA
Forty Weeks
“Hey…don’t I know you from somewhere?”
Josh and I both turned around from the hot sauce display that we were perusing to see a busty, attractive woman approach us from the front of the grocery store. She had her eyes narrowed, and she was giving Josh an appraising up-and-down look.
“I don’t think so…” Josh said slowly.
“I know why I recognize you!” the woman said suddenly. “You’re that guy from the fireman calendar! My friends and I call you Mr. February Heat!”
Lame nickname, I thought to myself as I internally rolled my eyes. Seeming to read my mind, Josh wrapped his arm around my waist and gave me a little squeeze.
It was a subtle gesture…but it was enough to make the busty stranger notice me for the first time. Her eyes skimmed over me, then enlarged when they landed on the giant orb of my stomach.
“Oh…you weren’t kidding when you said that you were excited about becoming a father!” she said to Josh with a nervous giggle.
“We’re very excited,” Josh smiled back politely.
“Well um…congratulations!” the woman said. She made an awkward wave, then she scampered back down the aisle towards the shopping cart that she had abandoned.
“Third time this week,” I rolled my eyes up at Josh once the woman was out of earshot. “With the amount of times that you’ve been recognized, you’d think that I was dating a famous rockstar…”
“I’m better than a rockstar,” Josh teased in a deep, gruff voice as he flexed his muscles. “I’m a fireman!”
“Ok, fireman” I smirked. “Maybe you could help me out by rescuing a bottle of that hot sauce from the top shelf?”
I pointed up towards the top of the display rack, where an assortment of hot sauce bottles were lined up just beyond my reach.
“What’s wrong, baby? Isn’t Mr. February Heat hot enough for you?”
“You’re too hot,” I nudged his hips. “But I’m past my due date, and I read online that hot sauce can induce labor.”
“That’s just an old wives’ tale,” Josh said. His hand caught around my hip and he tugged me close to him. “But Mr. February might have something hot that’s sure to get things cooking down there…”
My cheeks blushed bright pink.
“I was going to suggest that we try that method out tonight,” I admitted with a smirk. “But for now…we should try to stay focused on grocery shopping. This might be the last time we get to go shopping together before the baby gets here…”
“In that case, I’ll try my best not to think about what I’m going to do to you tonight,” Josh agreed. He reached up and swiped a bottle of hot sauce from the top shelf, then dropped it into our shopping cart. “Anything else that’ll help us get this baby out of you?”
“Hold on,” I said. I heard my phone vibrating from my purse, which I had stowed in the front seat of the shopping cart. I reached for it and the screen lit up to display a text from Brie Wallace:
‘I think I found THE ONE (for real this time, haha) Take a look!’
Underneath the text, there was a link to a Zillow listing. I tapped it with my thumb, and the webpage loaded up to display a house for sale in Hartford.
“Hey February,” I glanced up at Josh, who had moved on to a display of salad dressings further down the aisle. “You should come see this…”
“What is it?” he abandoned the salad dressing display and swung around to my side so that he could peer down at the phone.
“It’s a property that Brie just sent me,” I said as I swiped my thumb through the pictures. “It’s exactly what we’re looking for: the first floor is a commercial storefront that opens onto Main Street in downtown Hartford. Upstairs, there’s a private residential apartment. Three bedrooms.”
“Plenty of room to grow,” Josh grinned. “You thinking about another baby already, Pinky?”
“Let’s see how we handle this one, first,” I smirked. Then I glanced back down at the phone screen, “This is literally exactly what we’ve been looking for. It’s…”
“Perfect,” Josh finished for me.
“Should I tell her that we’re interested?”
“With a place like that? I’m not sure how long it’ll stay on the market…” Josh said, twisting his lips together thoughtfully. “Maybe we should just make an offer.”
“But we haven’t even seen it yet!”
“We can see everything right here,” Josh tapped his finger through the photos on my phone screen. “See that? That’s where the front desk for the salon can go. Right there by the doors…”
I studied the picture of an open, empty space as his finger moved across the display. The floors were hardwood, but they’d need to be sanded down and stained. The walls would need a fresh coat of paint, but I could already see my dream salon taking form on the screen.
“And this is where we would install all of the hair wash sinks…”
“Shampoo stations,” I corrected him. He chuckled and rolled his eyes.
“You’re the boss,” he shrugged. “It’s up to you.”
“You really want to make an offer on this place?”
“It’s exactly what we’re looking for,” he said. “And if it’s on Main Street, that means it’s close to the station for me…”
“Is Duke going to be heartbroken that you’re moving out?”
“Nah,” Josh shrugged playfully. “Between you and me, I think he’s already moved on to someone blonder and better…”
“Ok,” I said with a resolute sigh. “Let’s do it.”
Then I tapped a text message response into my phone:
; ‘We want to make an offer!’
***
After unloading the groceries at my apartment, Josh insisted that we put another ‘old wives’ tale’ to the test before dinner by going for a walk around Elizabeth Park, to see if it would induce labor.
“This is where we met,” I reminded him as we made a lap around the park’s pond.
That warm summer night seemed like such a distant memory now…
Summertime had faded away. The trees had all shed their leaves. The roses had fallen away, leaving bare thorny branches. The grass was crunchy and dormant under our feet, and the water in the pond was sleepy and stagnant, still thawing from a long winter.
But spring was just around the corner. Tiny green leaves were starting to emerge from hibernation on the branches and vines. Soon, the grass would be vibrant green, and rose buds would fill the park again...
The air was starting to warm up, but I didn’t mind the chill that still lingered in the air. I had all the warmth that I needed right next to me.
“I know this is where we met,” Josh smiled, taking my hand as we walked side by side. “That’s why I wanted to bring you here.”
“Why’s that?” I grinned up at him. “So I can go into labor, and you can meet our baby here, too?”
“Not quite…”
We followed the path around to the pond, retracing our steps from last summer towards the Pond House where Brady and Cass had kicked off their wedding reception.
Josh led me towards the brick building. The doors were locked up for the season, and the building was empty and quiet. We followed the brick wall until we reached the spot we both remembered. Josh nudged me gently backwards, and his hands guided my hips until I felt the brick prickle through my thin jacket.
“Remember this?” he whispered, standing close to me. Our hips couldn’t touch anymore thanks to the size of my stomach, but that was ok…somehow, feeling our baby squirm between us made me feel closer to Josh than ever before.
“I remember,” I smiled. He leaned down to kiss me, and I imagined that night at the wedding. I had no idea what I was getting myself into when I accepted Josh Hudson’s invitation outside…but I’m so glad that I did. Somehow a crazy one night stand at my best friend’s wedding had turned into the best decision of my life.
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