by Amy Robyn
“Yes. I will marry you both.” She says and Step slides the ring on her finger. He takes her mouth with a hunger I have yet seen and I watch as they both return the others yearning. Step moves back and I take his place. I thrust my tongue between her lips and moan as my body responds. Grandma starts clapping excitedly or I might have stripped her and fucked her into the floor.
I jerk back at the reminder of where we are at. Sammy turns red and I know she must have been just as caught up in our hunger as I was.
“I now have another reason to stick around longer. I want to hold my great grandbaby.” Grandma says and Sammy cries harder as she joins her by the chair. She shows her the ring and they start talking about the wedding as the little dog yips at her for attention. Already, he knows who will spoil him. Step is smiling and I can’t help but smile myself. This is everything we ever wanted. Right here.
It is easy to forget the things that are important to you. We did for a couple of years. I am so thankful that Grandma wrote us to remind us of what really matters and show us the way to happiness. I will always remember these days as the best Christmas I have ever known.
Epilogue
I run my hand across her belly and smile. Our first child is due any day now. We figured out that she got pregnant that first night. The night of firsts all the way around. All of our first times making love and we conceived our first child. I feel like puffing out my chest at just the thought. I am going to be a daddy. I never thought about whether I would ever have children. I never really thought of my future much while we were all separated. I couldn’t be happier than I am now.
She is glowing and I can’t help but love her all the more. To me, having her belly swollen with our child makes her even more beautiful. Trevor feels the same way, as we can’t seem to keep our hands off of her. I know that it will always be that way. The craving of her flavor on my tongue, her moans in my ears and her hot, tight pussy surrounding my cock. I will always need it.
“He is kicking so much today.” She says with a sigh as I feel our son turn and kick again. He is a very active little guy. This is one of our favorite past times, is feeling him move inside of her. It always leads to fucking but I enjoy this part just as much. Trevor joins us and lays on her other side. His hand joins mine as we feel our baby.
We are so excited for the little guy to get here. We already have everything that we need for him in the room next to ours. We also have a basinet, set up right next to our bed, so that we do not have to go far for his night feedings while she is recovering. As soon as the doctor told us it was a boy, we bought everything in blues and greens.
The dog is just as spoiled as our son is already. He has a drawer and everything, with little sweaters and toys. In the afternoons we often find him sleeping across her belly as though he is protecting the baby. Rascal, that’s what we named him, is already protective of Sammy. I raised my voice to her one time and Rascal acted like I was ready to beat her. He got between us and growled at me. I was happy that he was protecting her, but a bit frustrated that anyone could think I would hurt her, even the dog.
We married only a week after we proposed. The only family any of us had or at least cared about was Grandma, so it seemed silly to wait. We had a small ceremony by the stream that started the whole thing. The stream where we fell in love. I have never been happier and from where I stand it looks like Trevor and Sammy feel the same way.
“He is ready to come out and meet us.” I tell her as our baby moves again. I do not care who he looks like as long as he is healthy. I will love him with everything in me just like I do his mother.
Grandma wasn’t doing well for a few months until a week ago, she turned around again. I said it was so she could play with her grandbaby. Honestly, I didn’t think she would make it to meet him. I was pleasantly surprised when she started seeming like her old self again. None were happier than Sammy. I do not know that she will ever be ready to say goodbye to Grandma.
“Dinner is ready. Are you hungry?” Trevor asks. She growls and looks at him.
“I’m always hungry, can’t you tell?” She points at her rounded belly. I groan. She is always thinking she is fat, when it is the furthest thing from the truth. You would think as much as Trevor and I paw at her, she would know how sexy she is.
“For the last damn time you’re not fat. This here is a baby.” I run my hand across the mound that moves as though to be closer to his daddy. Daddy, damn I love the sound of that.
She grumbles something about her ass and having its own zip code, but I choose to ignore it. I stand up and help her to her feet. As soon as she is on her feet, a strange noise comes out of her mouth. I look at her in alarm.
“What is it, my love?” I ask as I look her over.
“My water just broke.” I look down at the puddle forming at her feet.
“Holy shit.” I says as Trevor rushes over to the drawers and starts pulling things out.
“You call Grandma. Tell her we will be by to get her in five minutes.” Trevor tells me as I finally start moving. I pull my phone out of my pocket and hit the call button. She was the last person I talked to. It rings and I watch as Trevor changes her clothes and even gets her a pad for her underwear, in case more leaks out. I groan to myself. It is usually me that thinks of that stuff. I am off my game.
“Is it time?” Grandma says as she answers the phone.
“Yes, we will be by to get you in five minutes.” I tell her and hang up. I know it is abrupt but I am sure she can understand. I rush to the closet and pull out the bag we packed weeks ago. It has everything we will need for the hospital stay. Next, I go into the baby’s room and grab the car seat and diaper bag. When we leave the hospital it will be with our little guy in this seat.
I meet them in the hallway and we rush to the car. I put everything in the jeep since we are having our first snow storm of the season and I will be damned if we get stuck in the snow or have an accident. Trevor helps Sammy into the car and then climbs in the back. I start the jeep and back out.
Grandma is waiting for us at the end of the driveway. She looks good, flushed with excitement. She reaches through the seat and takes Sammy’s hand. Sammy relaxes a little. It helps me to relax some too. Grandma hums to her and it isn’t long before we are pulling up at the hospital.
***
It is ten hours later and I am holding Tobias for the first time. He is such a big boy and they have all been joking about how he could only be my son but honestly I could care less. He is mine, no matter his DNA. He is mine and I will always protect and love him. I look up at Trevor and see the same reverential look on his face as is on mine. He is already in love with our son too. I walk over and hand him Tobias. He starts crying and I know that it is pure joy. I reach up and wipe away my own tears.
I walk back over to Sammy and kiss her soft lips.
“You did it baby. You gave us our first child and he is beautiful.” She gives me a weak smile. She has already nursed Tobias, who latched on and ate greedily. I loved watching our son nurse. It is the most beautiful thing to see. I never understood how some men take offense to seeing a woman nurse. It is truly a miracle to see. The only thing I can think of is that those men are pussies.
“He is very beautiful isn’t he?” She says as Grandma comes back into the room. She automatically reaches for Tobias and Trevor hands him to her. I can tell already that she is going to be a little baby hog and I can’t be happier about it. The woman deserves many smiles, like the one she has now.
This is what happiness is. This is what I always wanted, a family. This family is the best because it was the one I chose for myself. It wasn’t thrust upon me due to birth. This one is the one I dreamed of at night while I tried to sleep with my belly so empty it hurt. This is my dream come true. My very own paradise.
Are we all perfect? No. We are perfectly happy with who we are and what we are to each other. I love Sammy and without her I would never have found this kind of love. Without her love I wouldn’t
be whole. She and Trevor saved me the day we met at the stream and I will thank them every day by loving them with every breath in my body.
Sneak Peek: Anger Managed
Chapter 1. Ella
I am not sure why I am here. It’s not like I actually hit the bastard. I am trained to shoot, if I wanted the fucker dead he would be dead. I just wanted him to piss his pants and I succeeded. Too bad the ugly whore he was doing was still underneath him. I can laugh about it now. The asshole pressed charges, saying I was trying to kill him. Again if that were the case he would be.
I work for the FBI. I have been with them for two years as a field agent. I had just gotten off of a double shift, tracking down an arms dealer. I was exhausted and only thinking about climbing into bed when I walked in on my boyfriend sleeping with his slutty secretary. I shouldn’t have been surprised it’s not like I didn’t know what kind of man he was before I got involved. What is it about us women that we think we can change a man?
He was very surprised to see me, but more surprised when I pulled out my gun and proceeded to shoot inches from his head. You think I enjoyed hearing the shrieking bimbo as she flailed around on my boyfriend’s cock? Hell no. He cried his eyes out while she screamed and the whole time I thought ‘what the hell did I ever see in this guy?’ I mean come on. Here he is not even trying to protect the plastic bimbo.
Now, I am here and I am pissed that I have to be. Anger Management. Who in the world would think that talking in front of a group of losers was a way to end your aggression? If anything it seems to be adding to mine. I feel a headache coming on. You know the kind that starts behind the eyes and feels like something is behind them, trying to get out.
This man is droning on about how he lost his job because he punched a customer. His whining is making my fingers itch to choke him. Okay maybe my superior has a point. The only thing that is keeping me in my seat now is that I am playing a game, I am trying to figure out what each person did to get landed in here before they talk. The agent in me is testing my skills. The little old lady I have pegged for road rage. The man to her right is domestic abuse and to the left, is Mr. Sexy.
I am stilling trying to figure out Mr. Sexy. If I had a dick it would be hard. The man is gorgeous. He is tall even for me. I always hated my height. I am nearly six foot and guys in school were intimidated by my height. It used to tick me off that none would ever ask me out. Then while I was in college I got tired of being asked out. Grass is always greener on the other side, my momma used to say.
Mr. Sexy has me stymied and that’s not easy to do. I honestly do not think he belongs here. What could he have done? Not tip a waitress. Even that doesn’t seem to fit. What is really getting to me is how his big beautiful green eyes have not left me since he sat down. Curse those pretty eyes. I shouldn’t even be tempted. Some women love a great ass and some like a killer body. Me it is soulful eyes. Pretty big eyes fringed in thick lashes makes my panties wet.
I am not sure Mr. Sexy has even blinked. I seem to be his soul focus. I wonder if he is like that in the bedroom. The jackass that caused me to be in this situation, was lacking when it comes to sexual prowess. I want someone who takes charge and makes sure I cum first. Rat bastard, tried and most of the time I would fake it. It was a pity cum. A cum that was nothing more than your good acting skills could supply. Like he knew the difference.
I want someone who can tell me what to do and not fear me. I want to be tossed around and fucked within an inch of my life. I want a larger than average cock that can last longer than the shmuck did. Two pumps and a squirt does nothing for me. I want a real man who isn’t afraid to stroke the clit while riding me. Dick-less wonder’s pride got in the way of him ever being a good lover. The slutty secretary was sure carrying on like he was good but I know a good play acting. She can have him.
It is Mr. Sexy’s turn to talk. His beautiful green eyes stay on me as he talks about threatening his neighbor whose dog keeps shitting in his yard. I am not buying it. For some reason my bull shit meter is dinging. His brown hair is medium length and very well styled. His clothes are wrinkle free and he doesn’t have a single blemish on his golden skin. He screams married at a glance but then you really look at him and you see it. This is a man of money. Not sure how much but enough to hire someone to clean and iron his clothes. He also does not have a violent bone in his body.
When they get to me, I tell them about my ex and his shitty display of idiocy. I talk about shooting at him but knowing I would miss.
“Your Superior Mr. Ricker sent me his file on you. He says you are a very good marksman. Can you tell me why you shot at him in the first place?” The head shrink asked.
“I wanted to scare the shit out of him. I had to buy a new bed anyway. The woman probably had crabs.” Mr. Sexy starts laughing. I can’t help it, I smile back at him. Oh lord, the man has dimples. I am so fucked.
“Yes, I get that but you stated to your superior that you were never in love with this man.” And there lies the kicker. I have even thought about this.
“I think it was the principle of the matter. He needed to have balls enough to say we were done rather than bring home a bimbo.” I say as I look at the shrink who shakes his head.
“There is more to it. Dig deep.” His penetrating eyes hold mine as I think back to how I felt walking in to that room.
“I was angry that I had not already broken up with him before I had to buy a new bed.” I say but that’s not quite it.
“He used me for a place to live and I knew it in that instant. He was a loser and I was stupid enough to think he would change.” Finally the psychologist nods his head.
“I want you to think about how to avoid that in the future.” He tells me. I shrug my shoulders.
“Avoid men like the plague and then no more dick-less losers.” I tell him as Mr. Sexy starts laughing again. Dr. Davidson glares at him until he sobers up.
“I think you should concentrate on not dating guys that need any changing and you need to think of the pros and cons. What can you live with and what has to not be in the equation.” Dr. Davidson says. Sound advice for someone who probably met his wife in college and married as soon as he got residency. Now, probably cheats on his trophy wife with a nurse or cleaning lady.
I know I have become cynical in my life and with those around me. If you saw the shit I did every day you would too. Maybe it is time for another annual vacation. Where I say I will go somewhere fun and not be so cautious but every damn year I spend it in my apartment trying to reevaluate my life. Well I can do that shit now. Why do I not have a man in my life? Well, because they suck. Why am I still in this apartment? Because my ass is too lazy to move. I know the answers.
Maybe it’s time for a change. I will look at houses tomorrow. Oh who am I kidding? I will wake up tomorrow and go in to the office and work. Then, I will be too tired to do anything else but come home and crash. Sounds like the story of my life. I need something to shake up the monotony. I look over at Mr. Sexy. I bet he would be a great ride. Of course the skeptic in me is looking for his flaws. Maybe he has a tiny dick. My eyes travel down and he clears his throat. Damn. Busted.
I look back up quickly to find him smiling and he gives me a wink. Damn him and his gorgeous dimples and fuck me eyes. He is too good looking for his own good or mine. I wish I could say that I handled things like an adult and just looked away and continued to listen to the remainder of the people, but I can’t. I turn my hand to him and let my middle finger spring up like it was a kid on a trampoline. Damn thing likes to get me in trouble. The cheeky bastard.
He laughs even harder until he gets a disparaging look from the good Doctor. I roll my eyes and try to ignore him for the remainder of this session. It was even harder than the time I tried not to eat the last chocolate truffle that I knew my mother wanted. I swear to this day that a little devil sat on my shoulder encouraging me to eat it. “Come on nobody will know it was you” It told me, only the smear of chocolate on my upper lip as I plea
d my case was my downfall. Thankfully, mom took pity on her pathetic child and her first lie.
Ignoring Mr. Sexy was like having that devil on my shoulder again. I can even see her now in her red leather outfit with a whip like tail and little red horns sprouting out of my jet black hair. Yes she is me only with more attitude, if that was even possible. “Look at that sexy man. I bet we could take him home and ride him like a prized pony.” Damn devil voice, go away. Although what she says does have merit.
I look up when people start standing up from the circle of chairs. I must have been off in my own world. I try not to do that often. In my line of work that’s a death sentence. I must always remain on guard. I never know whom I pissed off by arresting them or someone they care about. We lost a field agent a month ago that way. I told myself then that I would always stay aware of my surroundings and here I am letting myself be distracted.
I need to get the hell out of here and learn to block Mr. Sexy from now on. It is too soon to get involved after the last attempt at having a love life went up in smoke. I look over at him one last time as I make my way to the door and seeing him following the sway of my hips. Not a chance in hell will I be able to avoid him. I’m fucked.
Sneak Peek: Looking For Him
Chapter 1.
Searching for the man who was waiting for a flight from Dallas at the Denver International Airport on Tuesday at 5p.m. He has brown hair and blue eyes and talks with a southern accent. Please contact Jeremy # 303-225-2232
My friend Michael holds up the paper to show me the help wanted post in the paper, as if I didn’t hear him as he read it to me. I am shocked speechless. My parents had come to town on Wednesday and I had been at the airport picking them up. A man sat next to me and we started talking. He was gorgeous and I was immediately attracted to him, only I didn’t know his sexuality.
