by Blythe Reid
“A little bit. I just told him that I was crazy about you, pointing out how well you got along. He agreed. Just think about all of the crushes his friends will have on you later.” I laughed as she blushed and shook her head. “Baby, I am coming back for you no matter what. If you are pregnant with my baby, you will be right away so we can experience that together. If not, I am going to do everything that I can to get you that way when I’m back home. It’s going to happen.”
I kissed her hard as tears filled her eyes, wanting her to be happy. “I’m going to miss you. I just got you.” Her voice was soft before I kissed her again, getting lost in it.
“Just take care of yourself. I am coming back for you,” I assured her before I suggested going back to the house for some more alone time. I was addicted to Embry.
16
Embry
Everything dragged by once Trace left. I’d only had a little time with him, but every moment played back in my mind. It had already been a month, and I’d worked extra shifts at the bar, helping Gramps. The guys were still the same, constantly hitting on me, and I was neither sarcastic or indifferent to them lately.
I was downright bitchy.
I felt tired a lot and often went home to sleep. Trace gave me a key to his house if I wanted to stay there, but I missed him too much. I’d done that once when I wanted to be close to him and just smelled him everywhere.
Besides, it was his house with Ben, not me. I had my own place. I could just hole up in there and sleep, though Harper came by often to try to get me out into the sun or just to hang out.
I’d told her about Trace, and she was equally excited and worried about it. She liked him and thought he was gorgeous, but had certain expectations of the hot Navy guys. SEALs were at the top of that list with their swagger and cocky attitudes, even if we both admitted they were usually the best looking.
I heard the knock at the door from the bathroom tonight, hunched over the toilet. “Hang on!” I called to her as I took a deep breath.
Trace might indeed have magic sperm. I stood slowly and rinsed my face off with cold water. I glanced in the mirror and thought how pale I looked, but it was no wonder. I worked too much, and while technology was impressive in helping me keep in touch with Trace, it was also a little frustrating. We texted the most, talked on the phone a little bit, and skyped even less. It didn’t even feel like he was really mine some days; more like a memory of something that once was.
I made my way to the door and opened it, smiling weakly at Harper.
“Why are you so pale?” she asked. “Are you feeling okay?”
I considered the question for a moment, since I hadn’t exactly told her that we were careless about protection. No, not careless. He was downright determined to get me pregnant, and I didn’t fight it. I wanted all of him.
She walked inside, and I shrugged before making my way across the tiny living room to the kitchen.
“Just feeling a little off. Want something to drink?”
Harper sat down on the couch and produced two cups of my favorite frozen yogurt.
“Do you have any of that bai stuff?” she asked.
I smiled, reaching for two of the white cans. Trace was rubbing off on me with his healthy eating, and I was off soda now, which might be a good thing, considering the way I was feeling.
“Is pineapple good?” I asked, shaking my head at her enthusiastic response from the kitchen.
I joined her back on the couch with our drinks and took the strawberry yogurt from her, telling her thank you. It might come right back up, but the taste would be better than the faint taste of vomit that was in my mouth. I took a small, careful bite as she searched for something on television.
We watched a rom com, and I managed to keep the yogurt down, though I still felt nauseous and a little dizzy. When the night was over, I was relieved to see Harper to the door since I was so tired.
I reminded myself to buy a pregnancy test tomorrow. I needed to know if I was or wasn’t, so Trace could know. He promised me that he’d come to get me, and I knew that he’d keep his word. That’s who Trace was, and he wanted this. He wanted to start a new family.
The next day, I went in for the afternoon shift and helped with odds and ends around the bar. Gramps took one look at me and asked if I was okay, so I guess I still looked bad. I sure felt it.
I told him that it was just a little bug and sipped tart lemonade all day to soothe my stomach, stopping at a small store on the way home to buy a few pregnancy tests. I didn’t know anyone inside, since I went one town over away from the Navy life, and I headed home with the bag right after.
I felt like I was going to have a nervous breakdown as I went into the small bathroom and set the boxes down. I opened one to try it. I planned to take all of them, and I drank a huge glass of water in the kitchen so I could.
I might be pregnant with Trace Bellum’s baby. Holy shit.
I did all the tests once the water went through me and lined them up on the counter as I looked into the mirror. Could I do this? Could I be a mom?
I knew that he’d never abandon me, but it was so much to think about. I paced the apartment for the next few minutes, wondering what the baby could be, and who it would look like. Ben looked a lot like Trace, so would that happen this time?
I knew it was time and headed back to the bathroom to look at the tests. Between all the plus signs, the lines, and the words screaming at me, I knew that I was going to have Trace’s baby in a few months.
I took a picture of the tests and sent it to him before washing my face for bed. I’d felt so needy for Trace since he left, and I played back one of the times we were together in my head as I stroked my clit.
I needed him and needed to come, but until he was here, I had my hand. I thought about the night that he watched me masturbate and how hot it was. I bit my lip as I slid three fingers into my pussy and fucked it as hard as I could. I pretended that it was his thick cock as I rocked against my hand, coming hard with his name on my lips.
After I was finished, I stroked my hands over my body to see if it felt any different. I hadn’t gained any weight, though I didn’t think I would already. My pussy was incredibly sensitive, but I blamed that on Trace and what he did to me. My breasts felt heavy and tender, and I smiled as I closed my eyes.
He’d be here for me soon. For us.
17
Trace
I looked over Coronado from the helicopter as I sat in my seat, anxious and tense. When I got Embry’s text, I went to talk to my boss and told him I wanted her with me always.
I had been with the SEALs for a long time and had some seniority, and he liked me a lot. I explained that I’d just get a small place for us and that I wanted to see the pregnancy happen in person. I didn’t want pictures and video, and descriptions that I’d have to imagine. I wanted my girl.
It was signed off on, and I headed back to the states two days later to get her. Embry was coming with me now, and we’d settle back in Coronado once I was finished, making a family with Ben.
The bird landed, and I waited until it was still to step out onto the landing strip at the base. I had a cab waiting for me, and I slipped inside to tell him to go to Embry’s place with a smile on my face.
The breeze was cool and the sun warm as I lowered the window to breathe it in, feeling like the world was perfect right now. The scenery rushed by as I thought about the future, leaning forward to hand a large bill to the driver before I got out.
I didn’t tell her that I was coming so fast, but I’d spoken to Joe and explained what was happening. He was a little surprised at first, but I assured him that I loved his granddaughter and respected the hell out of her family, so he gave me his blessing. I hurried up to her door, knowing that she had the day off and should be home. Her car was here.
Embry opened the door, and her mouth dropped open as she looked at me, shock registering on her face. “Trace?”
“I’m here for you, just like I promised, Em.
” I pulled her into my arms, spinning us around, and she let out a squeal.
I carried her into the apartment and set her down, dropping to my knees to lift her shirt and touch her stomach. “Our baby is in here.”
I leaned forward to kiss it, suddenly ravenous for Embry as I kicked the door closed and lowered her leggings, making her gasp.
“What are you doing?” she asked as I breathed in the sweet scent of her pussy.
“I am going to fuck my girl. We have some time to make up for.”
My tongue darted out to lick her. She moaned, and I cupped her ass to pull her closer. She was already wet and tasted so sweet as I spread her open, sucking her clit into my mouth.
She came once in that room before I carried her to the bedroom, stripping her and tossing her to the bed. I leaned over her body for a long kiss, loving the way she ate her own taste from my mouth.
“I love you,” I told her as she wrapped her arms around my neck and smiled.
“I love you, too,” she said.
I stroked a hand over her nipples, noting that she was already growing as my eyes darkened hungrily.
“You’re growing, baby. You’re so sexy.”
I moved down her body to suck one nipple into my mouth, hearing her groan loudly. I kicked off my shorts and rubbed my cock against her pussy, making her beg me to fuck her as I moved down her body. I slipped a finger over her clit and stroked, feeling how wet she was before I slipped a finger inside.
I watched her face. She looked so beautiful when she was lost in pleasure, and I memorized her face as I added a finger and stroked her hard and slow.
“Trace, I’m so close,” she cried out as she tightened around me, her warmth washing over my hand as I sucked in my breath. “Please take me. Fuck me. I need you.”
I crawled over her and held my cock to slip it inside of her. I thrust into her with a groan. She felt so fucking good, and I buried myself deep before pausing and kissing her mouth hungrily.
“You’re mine. Your body is mine, Embry. I am going to take you away with me and worship you.” I pulled back and slid inside again. “This body is my playground now, and I own it. I’ll take what I want from you, when I want it. Do you like that?”
She moaned and rocked against me, seeming to need more. She was my sweet, submissive girl, and I fucked her harder as she clawed at my back.
She came, screaming my name as she arched her body against me. Embry took in every inch of me as she came, and I closed my eyes as I pictured her swollen with my baby. Her legs wrapped around me as she cried with her release, telling me how much she loved me and wanted me.
We rolled over and she pressed her body against mine as she rode my still erect cock, grinding her clit against me as she pressed hard against my chest.
She was so hot as she rocked back and forth, wanting another orgasm, and I gripped her ass as I slid a hand back to find her tight hole. Embry screamed as she came again, and I shot deep inside of her, knowing that she’d have more babies for me. I’d give her as many as she wanted.
I held her as she collapsed over me, breathing heavily as she cried in my arms. I told her that everything would be okay as I stroked her hair, knowing that they were happy tears. I’d found my forever, and I was going to give her everything.
Epilogue
Eight months later
Embry
I sat at the small table, sending a text to Harper with a smile as Trace ordered our food. Since we moved to Tokyo a few months ago, I craved teriyaki all the time and the vegetables that they served. He brought me here for dinner at least once a week to satisfy my cravings.
I loved it and so did our daughter, making me wince as she kicked me. I glanced up to see my husband ordering at the counter, as confident in a foreign country as he was in the states. It made me smile.
I was smitten with him.
I heard the phone chime again and looked down at it. I was due in the next week, and everyone was keeping tabs on me. I was miles away from Gramps, Harper, Trace’s mom, and Ben, but they made me feel loved all the same.
I smiled and sent one more message to my best friend, promising her for the millionth time that she’d get a picture the moment that Talia was born. I knew how much she’d love to be here, along with everyone else, but it was so far. Trace would be done here in about a month, and we could go back to Coronado and introduce our daughter to everybody there.
“Who is it now?” Trace asked with amusement as I looked into his handsome face.
“Harper.”
He placed a tray in front of me, and I all but drooled at the food on it. I was starving, even though I’d snacked just a few hours ago. It was dinnertime, though.
I stabbed a piece of broccoli and chewed it with a moan. Trace raised an eyebrow at me. “She’s convinced that I’m going to forget to send her a picture of the baby.”
“I’m on it,” he quipped as I took a bite of the chicken, trying not to laugh. Trace inhaled his beef and rice as I cherished every bite of the food. “Ben’s been asking a lot about you as well. I think he’s excited about being a big brother. He’s going to be as protective of Talia as I am.”
I nodded in agreement, almost feeling sorry for her when she grew up. “I can’t wait to bring her home and see everybody again,” I said with a soft smile as I sipped my water.
I loved being with Trace and all the traveling that we did. He went where he was needed, and so did I, at least until late in the pregnancy when we’d settled here.
Trace proposed in Paris by the Eiffel Tower, and we got married in Italy with Bryan as a witness, along with one of his other best friends. The church was small and on a hill that overlooked the water.
It was beautiful, and I’d never forget that day, even though I promised everyone a big party to celebrate the nuptials once we were back in Coronado. Gramps offered to host it at the bar, and I laughed at the idea, even though it made sense. It was where our first kiss took place as well as a few other choice memories, and it was perfect.
We finished eating and headed back to our small apartment at the bottom of the hill. We lived near the city and had access to so many great places, including the hospital. Trace was insistent, even though the staff frustrated the hell out of him sometimes.
It was different here, but we wouldn’t be here forever. He reached for my hand as we walked and held it tight, making me feel safe and loved. He always made me feel that way. I glanced at him as we strolled along the sidewalk. I loved him when I was young, just a kid, and now it was bubbling over as I reminded myself that he was mine.
All mine.
Trace unlocked the door and led me inside. A wave of lust hit me like a freight train. I watched him walking, his ass looking good in those jeans. A smile crossed my face. I wanted him all the time, and he gave me what I craved, taking care of my every need. He spoiled me rotten and gave me the world, just like he’d promised.
When he turned to look back at me, he caught my impish smile, and his own spread over his face. “What do you want, wifey?”
“You,” I told him brazenly, not afraid of the desire that I felt for him.
I’d been a bit shy in the beginning, but now I loved the way that he treated my body. He eased up some with the pregnancy, but I asked for it rough. I loved fucking him, but today I just needed him inside of me.
I walked forward and slipped my arms around his neck to kiss him. Our lips molded together as he drew me closer to him, pressing my full breasts into his chest. Trace groaned. He loved how much I’d grown and spent a lot of time with the girls, since they were so sensitive.
Our tongues met in a heated dance as he cupped my ass and squeezed, making me whimper against him.
“I want you so bad,” I murmured against his lips as he claimed mine again.
Trace led me to the small bedroom and ripped off his shirt, revealing his muscles and amazing abs. I licked my lips. I slipped off the maternity leggings as he dropped back onto the bed, kicking off his jeans and re
sting his hands under his head. Trace loved nothing more than my body on top of his, swollen with his baby. He loved fondling my breasts as I rode him, grinding my clit against his cock to make myself come hard, just the way I liked it.
I smiled as I pulled the loose tunic over my head and watched his cock harden fully. He shook his hips for me. Unclipping my bra, I moved onto the bed and moved slowly to take his shaft into my mouth, sucking gently as his hand slipped into my hair.
It was an interesting balance with my being so huge, but I did the same thing on my knees a lot. It had been eight months since I joined him, but our attraction had only grown in that time, blooming into a full-blown heat.
I was so in love with him, and I saw his feelings in his eyes every time that Trace looked at me. He was my dominant master, as well as my loving, sweet husband, and I loved every part of him.
I sucked him until he was hard and swollen in my mouth before I carefully moved myself to straddle him. I held his cock in my hand before sinking down over him, feeling him spread me open.
His hands cupped my breasts as I moved back and forth over him, needing the feel of him against my clit. One of Trace’s hands trailed down to my hip, stroking me tenderly as I looked down at him with a soft smile.
There were times when we fucked hard, but there were others when we were soft and tender. I knew that I had trouble moving too much now, but Trace always loved me riding him. He always had.
I moved slow and steady over him, staring at his gorgeous body as I pressed my hands to his chest. I scraped my nails against his flat nipples, hearing him moan as he arched his cock into me. It felt so good, and I rocked with him as he guided me with his hands on my hips.
“I love you, Embry.” His voice was soft as he thrust up into me, and I bit my lip. “I love every part of you.”
“I love you,” I moaned as I felt the deep ache in my stomach start to loosen. I was close, and I moved slowly with him as I let out a low moan. “I’m so close, Trace. God, I love it when you’re inside of me.”
