by MK Moore
I go out for a run around the neighborhood and stopped at the little bodega on the corner, to get my girl some chocolate ice cream. Throughout her pregnancy it is the only thing she craved. I am so glad. Her mother craved pickles and vanilla ice cream while she was pregnant with Natasha. Even the thought of something so disgusting makes me shudder. When I get home, I find Natasha naked on the couch, sound asleep. Her huge belly is nothing but a turn on. I toss her ice cream in the freezer and go over to the couch.
“Baby.” I say softly. Her eyes pop open.
“J. I missed you.”
“Why are you naked? Not that I mind, but I am just wondering.”
“I am so hot. I can’t seem to get cool. This baby needs to come out, like now.”
“I know baby. I wish I could do something to help you.” I say, rubbing her belly.
“Actually, there is something you can do!” She says excitedly.
I have no idea where she is going with this, but I go with it.
“What is it?”
“Well, I’ve been Googling.” She starts saying with an animated look in her eyes.
“That is never a good thing.” I say. She gives me a side eye look.
“Anyways. There are a lot of home remedies to induce labor. Castor oil is out, there is no way I can drink that shit.”
“Ok. What else can we do?” I say, ready to help.
“Well, I want you to have sex with me. I know you haven’t been very attracted to me in the last few months, but I really think this will help.”
What? She is the one who didn’t want to have sex. “Uh, baby. Back that train up. I have never, not been attracted to you. Why would you think that?”
“A few weeks ago, you said I was too big for you and that you didn’t want me anymore. I didn’t bring it up or sleep in our bed because it made me cry when I thought about it.”
“Oh my God, baby. I never said that. I never would. I thought because you’ve been so hot, that sleeping out here was cooler for you. I’ve been sleeping in the chair just to be next to you.”
“You did to say it. You were in my office and you had on a suit, with a pink tie.”
“I don’t have a pink tie.” I say. I think I know where this is going now.
“Huh.” She says. She pauses to think. “There is a chance I might have been dreaming. These hormones are no fucking joke.” She says laughing.
“Baby. I am very much attracted to you.” I say, rubbing her leg as I try to reassure her.
“How come you haven't tried to fuck me then?”
“I wasn’t sure if you’d be comfortable. You haven’t really been sleeping. I should have done something. I’m sorry baby.” I say as I lean down and kiss her. She deepens the kiss so I pull her up to me. “Come to bed.” I lead her down the hallway into our room and quickly shed my clothes and lay on the bed.
She knows what I want. Once her belly popped out, this is the only way that is comfortable for her. She climbs on me and glides her wetness over my shaft. She moans as she slides down it until she is fully seated on me.
I hiss out a breath. It’s been a while since I’ve been inside her, and I have no idea how I’ve held out this long. When she starts moving, I groan. She looks like a goddess, riding me like this. I reach for her clit, to help her along.
When she screams my name, I stop moving. I feel much too much wetness. Her scream is not one of pleasure. She is clutching her belly as I help her off me and get out of bed.
Once she is no longer in pain, she starts laughing. “Thank God.” She goes into the bathroom and takes a quick shower.
I get redressed and wait with her bags and the weird u-shaped pillow she got. Her mother said it would help with breastfeeding.
She comes out of the bathroom in a long shirt and a pair of my shorts.
“I’m ready!” She says coming over to kiss me. “We are about to be parents.” She says with a huge grin.
“I can’t wait.” I say honestly and lead her out of the apartment.
Twenty-nine hours later, Estella Renee Mitchell is born extending my whole world to another person now. Wrestling used to be everything to me, now I could care less. My wife and daughter mean everything to me. The next fifty years plus are going to be amazing and I can’t wait to see what’s in store for us.
Epilogue
Natasha
Six years and four kids later, I am still so unbelievably happy. Jarrett makes every damn day special. After Estella was born, he only occasionally wrestled on air. Usually, when someone “calls him out.” He put his marketing degree to good use and he is now the Vice President of Talent Relations. When our second, JJ, was born, I slowed down as well, but not entirely.
We moved out to Long Island after Morgan was born and Steph bought the house next door. Her own happily ever after is her story to tell, but I was so happy when it happened for her.
Evie was born four months ago, and I am already pregnant again. We weren’t exactly trying, but we didn’t prevent it either.
I haven’t told Jarrett yet, but I have plans to tell him tonight. Steph has the kids tonight. I do not envy her. She is watching over seven kids, all under the age of seven.
When Jarrett gets home, I am in the kitchen making his favorite meal. Baked ziti with garlic bread. Luckily, he is easy to please. He’s been out with Zach all afternoon. I don’t know what those two are up too, but it can’t be good.
They have become best friends over time as well. It is nice because he is here all the time.
“Babe, where are you?” Our house is massive, with six bedrooms, four and a half bathrooms, a small movie theater, two living rooms, a huge kitchen, a big basement we turned into a playroom, and a four-car garage.
“I’m in the kitchen.” I call out. He makes his way to me and comes up behind me, kissing my neck. “Welcome home baby.”
“I missed you today. Where are the kids? It’s so quiet in here.” He states.
“Next door for the entire evening.” I say.
“Really?” He says, his eyes lighting up.
“Yep. Go ahead and sit down, I’ll bring your plate over.”
“Can I help?” He asks.
“Can you grab the bread basket? I have drinks on the table already.”
He grabs the basket and heads to the table and I join him with our plates. He digs in with relish. I have a pasta aversion right now, so I eat some bread.
“Why aren’t you eating?” He asks, taking a sip of his beer.
“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.” I subtly try to say.
“You are pregnant again.” He says nonchalantly.
“Well, yes. How did you know?” I ask stunned but laughing.
“I could tell this morning. You taste sweeter and your boobs are bigger.” I don’t know how the hell he can tell that. I am still breastfeeding Evie, they are always big.
“Five kids is going to be a lot of work.” I say.
“I’ll take as many as you want to give me. Five or twelve. It’s doesn’t matter to me. You know I love it when you are round with my child.”
“Twelve? Do you want to be on a TLC special or something? Only, the fourteen of us?” I say laughing.
“Don’t laugh at me, Wife. It could happen. Would twelve be so bad?” He looks completely serious.
“I don’t even want to think what I would look like after twelve babies, J. I still haven’t lost the weight I gained with Estella, and I don’t think I ever will.”
“Good. Don’t. You have only gotten more beautiful in the six years we have been together.”
"You are sweet, J, but there is no need to lie to me.
You got me, I am not going anywhere.” I say laughing, but the laughter stops when he pulls me up from the table and throws me over his shoulder. He carries me to our room and tosses me on the bed.
“That’s right baby. I do have you. Does it look like I don’t want you? That I don’t love your body?” He rips the dress I have on down the center, and I
am exposed to him. I take his no panties in the house rule very seriously.
He takes his shirt off and tosses it, his pants follow. He is standing before me in his tight boxer briefs. He runs his fingers lightly up and down my body, ignoring all the areas I really want him to be.
“J, please fuck me. Please, please, please.” I ramble. He loses the boxers and comes toward me on the bed.
“I love it when you beg me for what only I can give you.” He says just before his mouth closes around my clit. I cry out. He reaches up and kisses me at the same time he slams into me. I feel loved and cherished. Like nothing could ever be bad again. I am not delusional, I know there will be bad days, but the good far outweighs the bad.
I know am going to love this man forever, but suddenly, in this moment, that doesn’t seem long enough.
THE END
Coming Soon in the Too Love Series
Lawyer to Love- Veronica and Dave
CEO to Love-Stephanie and Zach
Wife to Love-Salenah and Robby
Blogger to Love-Trixie and Marty
Acknowledgements
For my husband Daryl. You made me like wrestling, even though I hated it when my brothers watched it. I love you so fucking much for like ever.
For my Mama, thanks for all of your support. I love you!
For Karlee, thanks for being my friend. I love writing with you and can't wait to see what we come up with next. I love your face .6 times!!!
For Elisa, thanks for beta reading this book. Your insight was fantastic, and you helped make this book better. You have no idea how much I value you!
For ChaShiree, thanks for helping me through this one, and for bringing me Melinda.
For Melinda, thanks for editing this book and making me a better, more organized writer. You are so much fun!
For Trish, thanks for proofing this book. I have loved getting to you know you!
Huge thanks to KL Donn for making the cover for this book! I love it sooo much!!
For the readers and bloggers who read this book and all of my others. I couldn't do this without you!!
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In case you were wondering, the book that inspired me to write this one was Something So Perfect by Natasha Madison.
You can pick it up on Amazon! (BTW, you should check out the others (Something So Right, and Something So Irresistible) in the series as they are amazing too!)
It is the second book in the bestselling series Something So
Matthew
Drafted first round pick when I was seventeen, playing first line at eighteen, branded NHL's bad boy at nineteen. At twenty-three I was cut from the team and living back home with my parents. A knock on the door brought an opportunity I couldn’t turn down. All I had to do was prove I learned from my mistakes, so no way would I fall for a chick with a pouty mouth even if I wanted to spend all day devouring it.
Karrie
When my father gave me a job, I had no idea it would be to babysit some washed up NHL player. He wanted me to be his chaperone, his overpaid babysitter. I thought it was a joke. Then I met him, Matthew Grant. I wasn’t prepared for this particular bad boy. He’s not only hot but he’s arrogant and kinda sweet in a 'you make me crazy' kind of way.
Basically, now that he’s finished screwing up his life, he’s decided to turn mine upside down.
She’s the first thing I’ve ever wanted more than hockey.
He’s the guy I know I should stay away from.
But what if this thing that started out so wrong turns into something so perfect?
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