by Delilah Hunt
“All right, Zara. What time?”
“How does around three sound?”
“I’ll see you then.”
“Bye.”
Matthew gawked at the phone. Why the hell did it feel like he’d received a kick to the balls? Shaking his head, he laid it on the table. Just like that, he’d been effectively replaced. And by another Caldwell to boot. He didn’t know whether he should laugh or cry.
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Zara turned to the side, examining her profile in the bedroom mirror. How on earth did someone’s stomach almost double in size within the span of a night? No way was it this big a day or two ago.
Time to pull out the maternity wear.
She pushed open the closet’s double doors, pursing her lips as she scanned through the few pieces of maternity outfits. Her gaze landed on a white dress with a blue, floral pattern. Perfect. At least it would give her some semblance of a figure. And truth be told, just because Matthew didn’t want her that was no reason for her to not attempt to look her best. Being pregnant didn’t negate her feelings as a woman and it sure as heck didn’t stop her from wanting to be touched and caressed.
Dress in hand, Zara pulled open a drawer and retrieved a pair of plain white panties. No need for frills and laces today. And to top it off, a functional bra big enough to contain her breasts, which seemed to be well on their way to a size double D.
She faced the mirror and it was so hard not to think of him. Matthew’s hands were big unlike hers, which were far too small to close over large breasts.
Zara kneaded her breasts. If she did it just right, it was easier to imagine that those hands were slightly callused and firm, cradling and weighing them to his liking. She moaned and eyelids that had drifted shut flew open. Zara dropped her hands to the side.
What the hell was she thinking? Matthew’s hands on her breast, treating her with gentle ease like a cherished lover. Get real. She twisted her lips, dragged her eyes away from the mirror, and put on her clothes. If he wasn’t interested in her enough to have a relationship when she was thinner, her big belly certainly wasn’t going to endear her to him. Not that she cared. Matthew Caldwell was her past and she was going to make him know exactly that today.
Zara finished dressing with only seconds to spare before the doorbell rang. Butterflies danced in her stomach and the baby fluttered doing what felt like back flip inside her belly. Great, her baby was already choosing a side.
Taking a deep breath, Zara touched the handle then slowly drew the door open.
Deep blue eyes stared back as she took him in.
“Hey.” He was holding a small paper bag and tiny box wrapped with a silver bow on it.
“Come on in.”
Matthew followed her into the living room and took a seat on the couch.
“Would you like something to drink?”
“I’m fine, Z. I wish you wouldn’t treat me like a guest.”
“How else am I supposed to treat you?”
He shook his head and gave her a sad smile. “Never mind. I’m probably just going to make things worse anyway.”
“I don’t want us to argue, Matthew. Whatever happened between us is in the past.” She glanced over at him and lied through her teeth. “It’s not important.”
Matthew lifted his head in surprise and for a second she worried her words had caused him pain. Impossible.
“You’re right,” he agreed, reaching for the brown bag he’d placed beside him He looked at her sheepishly. “I don’t know much about pregnant women, but I saw these in the store and thought you might need them.” He pulled out a prescription-looking box with a picture of a lollipop on it.
Zara stared at it for a second and Matthew quickly handed it to her. “It’s supposed to help with your morning sickness.” He turned over the box, and showed her the line that said it was “scientifically proven”.
Zara blinked, stunned at the sheer ridiculousness of it and the utter sweetness that he had thought of her, except it was almost five months too late. And she was no longer plagued by morning sickness.
She placed the box in her lap and smiled at him. “Thank you. This will really help a lot.”
He nodded and as if on an afterthought, he grabbed the box that was wrapped and handed it to her. “Here’s something else.” His rugged face went a shade lighter. “It’s, uh, it’s for the baby.”
Zara grazed her finger along the box and began pulling at the ribbon. She stopped to look up at him. “You didn’t have to buy anything for us.”
“I know.” His lips curved into a smile. “Actually, I didn’t buy this. It’s something that’s been in my family for a while and well… Just open it.”
Zara drew her brows together. What was going on with him? He seemed so calm about the matter. Ever so gently, she peeled away the wrapper and lifted the top revealing a carved, horse-shaped rattle made out of wood with a silver handle. The words ‘Caldwell eighteen forty-five’ were inscribed in cursive along the side of the horse.
“This is an heirloom?”
Matthew nodded, his rugged face beaming with pride. “Little thing’s been passed around for a while. I even have a couple of pictures with me playing with it.” He chuckled and sobered quickly glancing down at his empty hands. “You don’t want to hear about that.”
“Matthew.” She sighed, losing her battle to refrain from a smiling. “You’re taking this better than I expected.”
He raised his eyebrows at that. “How else am I supposed to take it? I don’t run from my responsibilities.”
Her heart plummeted a little. Responsibility. It’s the baby he’s talking about. The baby was his responsibility. She was nothing.
“Aren’t you afraid of being connected with me for the rest of your life? I’m not going to go away as you’d like.” She looked down at her stomach and gave him a wry grin. “I won’t disappear.”
His gaze followed hers then returned to her face. “I never said I wanted you gone. I said I couldn’t give you what I know you were hoping for.”
Shaking her head, Zara rose with the rattle and box of lollipops in her hand. “That’s where you’re wrong. I wasn’t hoping for anything from you except to enjoy being with each other. I wasn’t inching for a marriage proposal if that’s what you feared. And I most certainly wasn’t trying to replace your wife.”
She placed the items on the breakfast nook and turned almost bumping into a massive frame.
Matthew.
He glowered at her, his gaze focused on her stomach. “I’ve never wanted you to be anyone but yourself. Not once did I think you were trying to replace Kristin. My feelings for the two of you are like night and day.”
Nice. She shoved down the hurt. “Now that we have that settled.” Zara attempted to ease away from him. It never helped her situation to be that close to him.
Matthew clamped a firm hand above her elbow. “Don’t walk away from me, Z.”
“Don’t call me that,” she snapped, hating the way he made it sound as if she were special to him.
Matthew lifted his eyebrows in shock. His features softened and his eyes coursed over her entire body. “I think I’ve earned the right to call you whatever I want.” He closed his eyes and his nostrils flared on a deep breath and his voice went husky. “You might not want to have anything to do with me right now, but every time you look at yourself, you’re going to remember whose cock was inside you, whose seed you took into your body.”
Zara sucked in her breath and narrowed her eyes at him. “You don’t own me because I’m having your baby. If anyone needs a reminder it’s you.”
She shook her head and sighed. Why even bother? This was supposed to be about the baby, not a rehashing of their non-relationship.
“Move out of my way,” she said, keeping her tone low and neutral.
His eyes darkened and his voice sounded throaty. “Doesn’t this remind of you something else, another time?”
Oh God. He couldn’t know how often she thought back to
the way he’d held her pinned against the wall with his big cock thrusting inside her. Folding her arms, Zara refused to take the bait.
“Show it to me,” he pleaded.
Her heart skipped a beat and her pussy tingled. “Show you what?” she asked softly, pretending ignorance.
He flattened his palm to her stomach and trailed his hand in slow circles over it.
“Don’t.” Her voice shook as she placed her hand over his, unable to remove it. She was not going to lift up her dress for him.
Matthew gazed at her, his eyes filled with tenderness. “I don’t feel anything,” he said quietly.
Zara blinked, realizing he was referring to the baby. “Sleeping.”
Matthew gave a nod and toyed with the strap of her dress, his other hand caressing her swollen belly. “Have you missed me?”
Zara bit her lips to keep from moaning. “I haven’t.” World-class liar.
His hand moved up to cover her breast, giving it a firm squeeze. “I’m sorry for hurting you. I need you to believe me.”
“You’re only saying that because of the baby. If I wasn’t pregnant you wouldn’t even remember I was alive.”
His hand stilled over her breast and he looked down at her sharply, his jawline hard. “I thought about you every day, Z. You don’t know how many times I got in my truck to come see you.”
Zara sighed and looked away from him, arms folded. “Why are you telling me this, Matthew?”
He held her chin and titled her face toward him. “Because I don’t want you to think I stopped caring about you, because I need to know you’re happy about the baby.”
Her eyes misted and she looked him in the eyes. “Of course I want the baby. You know that.”
Matthew stared at her with a soft expression on his face. He stroked her cheek with the back of his fingers. “I knew there was a chance this would happen and I thought about it while I was coming inside you.” He kissed her hair. “Didn’t you feel how hard I was coming?” He groaned and brought his hand to her breast lifting it. “Never came so much for another woman.”
Zara moaned. “Don’t say these things to me. It hurts. More so when I know you don’t want me.”
“I never stopped wanting you.” He pressed her to him and she felt his erection.
“I’m sure you’ve been with other women in the meantime.” He felt so hard. Her pussy clenched, aching to be filled with him.
Matthew groaned and jerked his hips into her. “I haven’t been with anyone else since you.”
Her heart stilted and she tried not to get her hopes up. “Why?”
“Haven’t wanted anyone else. Not when I get hard just thinking about how sweet it felt to slip inside your little cunt.” He brought her hand to his cock.
Moisture trickled into her panties and she stifled a gasp. Matthew hugged her and kissed beside her ear. “I know that’s not what you wanted to hear from me right now.” His hand went back to fondle her breast, his voice husky in her ear. “And I know you’re not going to let me fuck you again.”
“I can’t,” she whispered, arching into his touch. His cock pulsed beneath her hand and her legs quivered with need. How could she have sex with him again? He mentioned wanting her but nothing of a deeper emotion. Oh, but she wanted his touch, ached for it.
Zara lifted her hand from his groin and looked up at him. With a tiny smile, Matthew kissed her cheek. “I know. Even if you would, I don’t deserve it.”
Unable to resist, Zara switched her gaze to settle on his erection. Matthew caught her focus and his hand slowly went to the front of his pants, stroking it.
“Matthew.”
Nodding in understanding, he peeled down the zipper and opened his pants. “Can I look at you?” he asked, reaching into his briefs. He pulled out his cock and tugged the briefs down to show her his swollen balls. “I just want to see you while I come. Will you let me do that?”
Her eyes watered and her heart melted at the sight of his hands lightly squeezing the wide tip. Her lower belly felt on fire. She didn’t have a chance to take a good look at his penis that day, but oh God, she should have known it would be glorious. Long and enticingly thick, the head was broader than she had envisioned, red, slickened with pre-cum. Her cunt tightened imagining that huge cock inside her, filling her to the brim until she was raw with nothing but Matthew plowing at his leisure.
Words left her and she swallowed hard, struggling to regain her voice.
“Say yes.” He traced his thumb over the leaking tip and groaned. “Feels like I’m going to burst.”
Zara closed her eyes and her breath quickened. How many times had she thought about being this close to him? And now she had her chance.
Decided and with a thumping heart, Zara lowered to her knees. She closed her eyes, inhaling his heady scent. Divine. She ran her cheek along his cock. “I want to see you come.”
He let out a sharp breath and gazed down at her, his features hard. “Let down your dress. I want to see your breasts.”
She lifted her shoulder and peeled down the straps, revealing the simple bra.
“They’ve gotten bigger,” he said in awe. “Can I see them without the bra?” His fist slid up and down the meaty shaft.
Zara bit her lip and a flash of doubt filtered into her thoughts. This was getting out of control. She had only intended for them to talk about the baby, and now she was on her knees in front of him with his strong fist closed over his cock about to bring himself to come in front of her. Her nipples hardened and warm heat flooded into her panties. She wanted him.
Matthew must have sensed her hesitation, his finger brushed against her lips and he gave her a soft tender look filled with need. “Please, Zara. I just want to see what they look like now that you have my baby inside of you.”
“All right.” God, she did want to show them to him. Feel his eyes on her. Her hands shook as she reached behind unhooking the bra. Her breasts fell heavy against her chest and she was thankful they remained firm despite their larger size. The cool air assailed her nipples causing them to lengthen and grow thick. She looked up at Matthew. His jaw was tense and his fist kept pumping over his cock.
Zara placed her hand on his muscular thigh, needing to touch him, any part of him.
He released a ragged groan and cast his vision at her hand on his leg. His face appeared harsher and Zara flushed, removing her hand. Matthew’s hand snaked out grabbing hers and shoving it back on his leg.
“Don’t turn away from me. I need you so damn much,” he grated, widening his legs and pumping harder and faster on his cock.
Tears pooled in her eyes at the desperation she heard in his voice. “I’m right here.”
Matthew nodded and jerked his cock, aiming it toward her breasts. “You like seeing how hard I am for you? Knowing how much I wish I could be fucking inside your tight little cunt right now?” His nostrils flared and he gripped his cock. “One day, sweet girl. One day you’re going to spread those legs for me again. And when that day comes, you’re going to drip with my cum.” He groaned and flexed his hips. “Going to fill you so goddamn much with my seed. Ah, God, Z, your going to be so fucking soaked with it.”
Throwing her head back, Zara let out a loud moan. Now, she wanted to beg him. Do it now, this very second. She rocked her hips to offset the ache inside her cunt. Matthew grunted and fastened his gaze on her face, his hand moving furiously on his cock, going from base to that gorgeous heavy tip glistening with copious amounts of fluid that made saliva pool in her mouth and moisture trickle down her thighs.
“Stay still,” Matthew choked as Zara arched her back preparing for what she saw in his eyes.
Oh God.
He let out a rough, guttural cry. A thick, milk-white, ropey stream of cum erupted from his cock splashing onto her breasts. More. Heaven help her she wanted more. His hand slid across the base just as another hot wave spewed from the tip, lashing across her chest and wetting her nipples.
His cock twitched and she knew th
ere was more to come. Her mouth watered as a drop of the pearly liquid beaded from the dilated opening. Oh yes, he’s still coming. Have to do it.
Leaning forward, Zara parted her lips and closed her mouth over the engorged head, her eyes moist with tears and love for the man standing in front of her.
“Zara!”
Above her she vaguely heard Matthew’s stunned cry. So good. Matthew. Her Matthew tasted exactly as she had expected. Slick, salty, and wantonly delicious. Her tongue licked over the bulbous cockhead. Stretching her mouth, Zara sucked hard, moaning in the back of her throat as the last burst of semen spurted onto her tongue.
“Jesus Christ, baby. What are you doing?” he asked quietly when she lifted her gaze to meet his. Zara savored the taste of his semen on her tongue.
His eyes seemed fierce with intensity as he slowly, possibly reluctantly, withdrew the softened cock from her mouth.
“Let me see you swallow it, sweet girl.”
Zara lifted her head and took her time swallowing. Matthew closed his eyes then opened them. He nodded at her, a range of emotions playing across his features. His hand went to his limp penis, shiny and wet with traces of cum, bringing it to her mouth and gently rubbing it against her lips.
“Lick it off,” he told her, pulling back to hold the flaccid cock inches from her lips. Dipping her head, Zara stuck out her tongue, lapping away all traces of seed that remained.
All too soon Matthew was pulling his cock from her and Zara moaned in protest. “Shh. I’m not going anywhere.”
