by Lexi Whitlow
Oh, my sweet girl, it’s real.
She hooks her fingers into my belt loops and pulls me backwards, walking with her, toward the bed. She grins and falls back into it’s plush covers and I tumble over her, catching myself, looming above her. I don’t know what’s safe at this early stage of her pregnancy, so I take it very easy. Her robe slips away, revealing her full naked body, gentle curves and milky white skin where she’s not pink with sunburn. I kiss those tender spots and then gently nip her breasts. Avery’s back arches high, pressing her belly up to meet mine at this attention.
“So sensitive,” I observe, teasing.
She agrees. “Unbelievably so.” She touches the nipple of her right breast and bites her lip. “I think I really like it.”
I follow her lead, nuzzling her tits, sucking nipples, tweaking them between my fingertips as I lay down kisses from her pubic bone to her sternum. She responds with little moans and purrs, but her hands urge me impatiently for more than foreplay. She tugs at my shirt, trying to pull it off. I help, unbuttoning it, shrugging it off my shoulders and casting it aside. Then I slip my belt loose and undo my button and zipper. Avery slips her hand inside my jeans, finding me hard against her fingers, begging for release from clothing.
“Come out and play.” She half giggles, sitting up, shoving my jeans off my hips with her free hand.
She strokes my cock expertly, working her fingertips against the base of my shaft while her palm presses firmly, pulling me to full length. Then she leans forward and takes me into her mouth, sliding my cock between her lips, wrapping her tongue around the head, lapping and sucking. I let my head tip backwards as I feel the exquisite pleasure of her attentions. My mind slips into oblivion, every thought fleeing except the drowning pleasure of this moment. There’s nothing except my cock and her hands and her mouth and the idea that I want to come hard – right now.
I push that idea away and snatch some focus back from the mind-numbing pleasure Avery is giving me. My hands fall to her shoulders and I very gently urge her backwards. She protests, without breaking her sucking, teasing rhythm, and even the subtle vibration of her whining sends a jolt of ecstasy into my core.
I don’t want to come in her mouth, but I’m close – so close. And it feels so fucking good.
“Baby – stop. Please. Please.”
Looking down at her, with her beautiful full lips wrapped around me, my balls in her hands, is just about enough to make me explode. Then she looks up at me, those blue eyes gleaming, a smile creeping into the corners. She’s enjoying it almost as much as I am.
That’s it. I press her shoulders backward, forcing her off me, then I push her down onto the bed.
“You didn’t let me finish my work.” She complains, her fingers crawling up my belly, tracing the contour of my abs.
I reach low, past the soft downy fur between her legs and slip a finger in, feeling her wetness. She’s positively soaking. Her eyes close with my touch and her hips rock hard to meet me.
“Inside me,” she begs. “Fuck me. Now.”
I hesitate, even as I part her legs with my knees, hanging above her, taking her in. I don’t want to hurt her – or the baby.
“Is this safe?” I ask her, pressing my hard-on against her belly as her body begs for me.
“Yeah.” She almost laughs. “Yeah, it’s fine. Like I said. Women’s bodies aren’t as fragile as everyone likes to think.” She finds my cock with her hand and guides me.
I slip inside her, blinded momentarily by the intense pressure and heat of her enveloping muscles taking in my full length. I’m anxious. I wait for her to set the rhythm, her body riding up to meet me, her hips rocking against mine. I breath deep to regain my focus. I don’t want to hurt her. I have almost no concern for my own pleasure – I’m too concerned for Avery – but I press in when she asks me to, and go deeper still as she comes hard underneath me. I feel her shudder and quake, trembling beneath me.
I see her laughter and smiles as she recovers, then feel her grip my ass with pressing hands that urge me on.
“It’s okay,” she says, running her fingers through my hair. “You can’t hurt me.”
I hope she’s right. I move in gently, rolling in, trying to be easy.
“Maddox. Fuck me hard,” she says. “C’mon. Don’t be afraid. It’s okay.”
I’m not convinced. I’m scared of losing control and being too rough with her.
I’ve shot people. I’ve pulled dead guys onto helicopters and tied off destroyed limbs on barely living men to keep them from bleeding out. I’ve defied orders to save lives, and killed people despite orders to the contrary. I’ve blown up sixty million dollars worth of government property to keep it from falling into enemy hands. But I have never – not even once – had sex with a woman who was pregnant with our child.
Avery shoves my shoulders backward. “Roll over,” she demands, pushing hard.
I find myself on my back with her on top, sitting on top of me, my cock buried deep inside her, her hips grinding against mine.
“I’ll fuck you,” she growls, almost threatening, leaning forward, pressing her round, firm tits into my chest, her clit hard against my shaft as she draws me out and then sucks me back in.
My hands fall to her hips, gripping the soft skin of her ass cheeks. She’s so warm. Her pussy so hot and so incredibly tight, wrapped around my cock as she rides me, shoving me into her, then pulling out. Every nerve in my body fires looking up at her, holding her, feeling her drive. She owns me.
She finds the pace and moves with it, burying me deep and then rising up, teasing the head of my cock with her muscles, pinching me hard.
“Oh fuck,” I hear myself say. My head rolls backward. My eyes squeeze closed. I feel my balls draw up as the tension at my belly tightens to a spring loaded coil.
“That’s it,” she urges me on, her hands falling to my chest while she grinds, moving me in deep and then drawing back slowly, teasingly.
“Oh fuck.”
I can’t stand it. I wrap my hands around her ass and in a second I’ve got her underneath me, my cock inside her, thrusting hard and deep. I’m suspended above her looking down, meeting her eyes as I feel her legs wrap around my hips, her body rising to mine in a pumping rhythm.
“That’s it,” she says again. “Just like that.” She comes again easily, giggling into my chest with wave after wave of throbbing orgasm as I punch into her. Then I feel my coil break and release, shoving a million volts of pent up angst, fear, and frustration from the day, releasing all at once in one massive, jettisoning explosion inside her.
I hear Avery cry out, her fingers digging into my back, stinging me.
I pull back. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
She’s crying. I see the tears streaming from the corners of her eyes. I’m terrified I’ve hurt her.
“No Maddox,” she says, breathless. “No. You didn’t hurt me.”
Her arms slip up around my shoulders. She hugs me tightly while her hips rock slowly, her body still quivering against mine.
“You make me feel so perfect. This is perfect.”
It’s perfect to me too.
* * *
We will figure all of this out. Not by the time we get to Vancouver, probably not even anytime soon. But with the help of friends like Ella, her Aunt Bebe, Salvatore and a few others we may not have even met yet, we’ll find our way. We have one another to take care of, and a baby on the way. Nothing is ever really perfect, but sometimes it’s not far off if you keep your priorities in order. I know what my priorities are now. I love Avery and our tiny potential of a family. I’ll be the best for her that I can possibly be. Beyond those basic facts, not much else matters.
Chapter 28
Avery - November 5, 2018
“Okay, I’m sick of the news,” I say. I lean back on the couch in our Vancouver apartment. “And I’m sick of the election. I just want it to be over. I don’t want to see my mother or father on TV again.”
El
la is visiting for an impromptu baby shower that I expect isn’t so impromptu. I think she knew it would be hard for me to get through the November election without her. So she’s here, sitting at the kitchen table, chatting with Maddox and eating a hefty portion of his French toast. The news is on mute behind them, and I hide my face from it.
Ella turns it off of mute. “Trust me. I was up last night when I got here, and I saw it before you did. You’re going to like this.”
The Canadian reporter talks with her clipped accent and round Os. I’m falling in love with it here — and the people have a lot to do with it. I feel like everything that happened in California is so far away now.
“… it was found that the Senator from California, Evelyn Thomas was embezzling money from her campaign funds. Yes, that’s right, Stewart. She has hundreds of thousands in misallocated funds.”
There’s a man next to the women, nodding and then shaking his head in disapproval.
“This is impossible.” My stomach ties in a knot, and my mouth drops open. “They paid us to keep quiet.”
“And apparently, they paid you from their misallocated motherfucking funds,” Ella says, taking a triumphant bite of toast. “Just listen.”
Maddox looks at me and shrugs, smiling.
“Yes, it appears that Senator Thomas and General Thomas were using money from campaign donors for a private investigator and for other personal expenses which have not been disclosed,” the man says.
There’s a shot of my mother in her office, face pale, eyes surrounded by dark gray circles. “I told the press I would not speak to them. This is between me and my lawyer.”
Nothing else. She shuts them down just like that. No apology to her constituents. Nothing else.
The TV screen flips back to the woman reporter. “It goes on like this, with her saying nothing and refusing to comment to the press. There hasn’t yet been talk of law enforcement involvement, but it does appear some of the misallocated funds also went to illegal enterprises. There may also have been some voter tampering in her home district of San Francisco. We’re not entirely sure at this point.”
“Oh my God,” I whisper. “What the hell is going on? None of the three of us was supposed to release any of the information we found.”
“None of us did,” Maddox says. “But there were other people who knew about Evelyn’s little games. They might have been nudged in the right direction to spill some information. Not everyone can be bought off by Evelyn and Richard Thomas. There are some people in this country who’d rather see someone honest win.”
“And needless to say, Mrs. Thomas is now withdrawing from the Senate race. I do believe her bid for president is no longer a factor in the next election…”
The woman keeps talking, and the man backs her up with more details. The three of us listen in silence as the speculation continues.
“If they paid us with misallocated funds …” I say at last.
Maddox looks at me and shakes his head. “They didn’t. They paid us from their personal accounts. I made sure of it. And your trust fund is still protected. We’re fine.”
Ella sighs. “I thought we had our hands on some dirty money,” she says, laughing. “Well, we’re okay. Your parents aren’t. How do you feel about that, baby?”
My best friend comes and sits down next to me, putting her hand on my belly.
My head swims. “I’m not sure what to think.” I swallow hard. It’s tough to hear that your parents weren’t even as good as I thought they were. And my opinion of them was lukewarm at its very best. “So they weren’t just spying on me with that money?”
“No,” Ella says gently.
Maddox comes and joins us on the couch. “It appears they were doing a lot more than that. Your dad may well get stripped of his rank, and your mom is likely to lose her job, her bid for reelection, and her reputation.”
I close my eyes and think about what they did to me and more — how they treated Maddox. “Good,” I say. “That’s nothing less than she deserves.”
“That’s a fact,” he says, but he takes his hand in mine. I feel the warmth of his presence, his protection. And I let it give me strength. “But what’s good about being an adult is that you get to build your own life. Your own family. I learned that in the Marines.”
Ella nods. “And here, you’ve got Maddox. And Bebe. And probably me when I finish up this degree. Vancouver is just as good as San Francisco.”
“It’s growing on me,” I say.
The baby kicks — hard — and I put Maddox’s hand to it. “She agrees with you guys.”
Maddox swallows hard, and I see tears at the corners of his eyes. For a tough-as-nails marine, he’s already insanely emotional about his daughter.
“She’ll never have to tolerate any of your parents’ bullshit.”
“I know. I’m not planning to let them have a visit any time soon.”
“I doubt they’ll be able to lift their own heads out of all this crap. It’s all about them. It always has been,” Ella says.
“And this — this baby — she’ll know unconditional love.”
“She already does,” Maddox says.
I hold his hand, and for once in my life, everything seems absolutely perfect.
Chapter 29
Maddox - January 10, 2019
“Avery, hurry up.” I stand at the door of our bathroom apartment, and I’m taken back to the memory of Avery, hiding in the bathroom and getting ready for her mother’s ridiculous foundation dinner. “We’re down to the wire here.”
“Just a second,” she says.
Inside, the water stops running. I hear her blow drying her hair — for the second time, and then there are the clicks of make up jars and whatever the hell else women do to their faces. Who knows? Tweezers and all sorts of other torture devices.
At eight months pregnant, Avery still doesn’t need any of it. In fact, she looks more beautiful than ever. Her hair is thicker and wilder, her breasts fuller, her ass even more delicious.
I listen as she rustles around in the bathroom, and I have visions of her falling to the floor, unable to move. I try to keep the panic out of my mind. It was her idea to get married at thirty-six weeks pregnant. And she and Ella had me agreeing to go along with it, since it was the only time Salvatore could make it up here.
“Dammit, woman,” I say. I adjust the bow tie of my tuxedo and rap on the door again. I’ve found that at this stage of her pregnancy, I’m not 100% comfortable with her being alone anywhere, especially given her propensity to tumble down stairs and trip over cracks in the street. Or smash her bike into lampposts.
“Hold your horses,” she says. “You have to let me get dressed by myself. You’re not my bodyguard anymore, and you can’t see me in my wedding dress.”
“You are already knocked up, and we’re riding over to the courthouse together.”
“Well, we’ll hook you up with a blindfold. It’s bad luck. My pregnancy doesn’t have anything to do with anything,” she quips. After thirty more seconds, the door opens, and there she is — my very pregnant, very beautiful fiancée. Her deep red hair falls in cascades over her shoulders, falling beneath her white strapless bra and touching the top of her very round belly. Besides that, she has on lacy white boy short panties.
I catch myself staring at her. “Ave, you look —”
“Pregnant? Whale-like? Gigantic.” She pauses and bites her lip. “Oh — actually. Like a hippopotamus with red hair.”
She laughs and pulls me into her arms. Inconveniently, my cock responds. I feel myself starting to swell against her, which is not entirely appropriate for the situation. “If Ella weren’t in the other room, I’d give you a run for your money right about now,” I say, nuzzling into the delicious scent of her hair. “You are fucking incredible.”
She lets out a peel of laughter. “Okay, settle down, marine. At ease,” she whispers back, her hand going to my cock.
“Hey now, if you actually want to get married before
our daughter is born, I’d say you need to let go of my equipment.”
We both descend into laughter, and Ella marches out of the guest room, hands on hips. “Alright, you two. Lay off of the cutesy stuff. We need to get a move on. Avery is naked, and the wedding is in half an hour. Chop chop,” she says.
Before I know what’s happening, Ella has Avery by the arm and is dragging her back to her bedroom. “You,” Ella says to me. “Get on the couch and put on your blindfold. You are not allowed to see this woman in her wedding dress. Bad luck.”
“I heard.” I sit on the couch and put on the damn blindfold Ella has laid out for me. In a matter of minutes, the two of them are bustling me out of the door. I can hear the swishes of Avery’s dress, and I can’t believe I still haven’t seen it. Our apartment in Vancouver is all of eight hundred square feet, and we share a closet. I don’t know where she’s been hiding that thing.
“We’re leading you for once,” Avery says, taking my arm.
“I really don’t know why I agreed to this. It doesn’t make a damn bit of sense. That dress stuff is an old wives’ tale.”
“It’s definitely not,” Ella says. “My cousin’s ex-husband saw her in her wedding dress the day of the wedding. He turned gay like six weeks after that.”
Avery busts out laughing. “That’s definitely not how it works. Didn’t he marry her for a green card?”
“Yep,” Ella says. I hear a car door opening.
“Then her wedding dress was good luck, at least for him,” Avery retorts. My future wife shoves me into the car, and I feel it start up. She laughs, and pours in beside me. I feel her small, delicate hand take mine.
“We ready, Bryant?” Salvatore says from the front seat. The car pulls out before I can answer.
“Yes sir,” I say, grasping Avery’s hand.
She squeezes my hand a little too tight in response and takes a deep breath, letting it all out through her nose.
“You okay?” I whisper. My heart beats a little harder. Something tells me that breath was a little more than just a breath.
“Yep, just a Braxton Hicks contraction. The doctor said she’s not ready at all. It’ll be four more weeks at least. Calm down. I know exactly what you’re thinking.” Avery pats my hand, and I resist the temptation to pull off my blindfold.
