by Vicki Green
As I walk out of the room I look over at him and sigh. He’s moved onto his back, his t-shirt has ridden up above his waist. I can count the ridges of his tight abs, the ones I’ve explored with my fingers and tongue so many times. Damn. Now I’m horny. I walk out of the room, closing the door quietly. When I walk from the hallway into the living room, I see Mom sitting at the kitchen table. She looks up and smiles as I approach. I sit down across from her and smile back. “What are you doing here? I though everyone left.”
She has her laptop on the table and pulls her reading glasses from her face as she looks into my eyes. “Well, honey. We all decided to take shifts, so to speak. We want to make sure you two don’t overdo it.” I sigh but deep down, I’m glad they decided this. Ever since we left the hospital, I’ve been worried about just that. I know Brock would do anything and everything to make sure I do nothing. I’m afraid he would hurt himself trying to take care of me, and I couldn’t live with that. “Take the help, sweetheart. We’re only thinking of you and Brock.”
I give her a big smile. “I know, Mom. Thank you.” I look down at her laptop and then back at her. “So what are you doing?”
She opens her mouth to speak but nothing comes out then she tilts her head and looks down at the screen. “Oh, just a little research. Something Barb and I are working on together.” Okay, that’s really strange. Not so much that she’s become friends with Brock’s mom but that they have become good enough friends to “work on something together”. Maybe it’s everything that’s happened that pulled them closer. Still seems odd though. “Would you like something to eat? Drink?” She stands and as I start to peer over she quickly grabs the mouse and clicks then the screen goes dark. Hmmm.
“Do we have any of that casserole left, and oh, how about those rolls and some butter? Maybe a glass of diet Coke? Please?” I smile as she nods and walks to the fridge. She may regret helping after I ask her for more when I’m done and another diet Coke but she tells me she’s just glad that I’m alive and I can have anything I wish. That might be scary for me. Right now, I feel like I haven’t eaten in days when it’s only been a few hours that I gorged myself. I’m halfway through my second plate of food when I hear a noise and turn my head towards the hallway. My sleepy man approaches. He puts his arm over his stomach as he bends and kisses the top of my head then walks to the chair beside me and sits. He looks down at my plate and smiles at me.
“Babe. You need to eat more than that.” I put my hand that’s holding a buttered roll over my mouth so my food doesn’t spew.
“This is ma secon pwate,” I mumble.
He laughs, and it’s the most awesome sound in the world.
The next few days are full of eating and lazing around watching movies. The next few days after that I spent quality time throwing up everything I’ve ever eaten in my life. Both Brock and I are still getting around a little slow but getting better every day. Well, except for me losing my appetite because every time I eat – I lose it. Pregnancy. Mom, Barb, and Mimi have been so concerned, they took me to see mom’s OB/GYN. I’m officially six weeks pregnant and Brock and I get to hear the baby’s heartbeat at the next appointment. The doctor did say the baby has a really strong heartbeat when they checked during my surgery so that’s makes me feel better. She also gave me a prescription for vitamins as well as something that will help with the nausea. Thank God!
Now, I’m in Brock’s truck, out for a little ride. He thought it would be a good idea for us both to get out since he’s feeling up to driving now. I didn’t argue. I’m sick of being cooped up in our small apartment. When I first moved in with him, I thought it was great, still do – at least the part about living with him. But now that we’re gonna have a baby, the second bedroom is so small. Hell, the entire apartment is really small. For now, I’m good with the two of us there. It’s cozy. Quaint. The familiar scenery starts making me feel anxious and a little queasy. As we drive down the road we have driven so many times, my hand grabs the door handle and squeezes until my knuckles are white. “Uh, baby? Where are we going? I don’t think….”
I look down when I feel his hand take mine. “Hey, it’s okay. I have a big surprise.” I suck my lower lip into my mouth and lower my brows at him. “Trust me?” I take a deep breath, hoping my stomach will quiet down.
“With my life,” I whisper.
He pulls our hands up together and kisses the top of mine. We come to the turn off that takes us in the wooded area, and my grip tightens around the door handle. Suddenly, I’m nervous to see the place where Dad was killed. Where Brock and I almost lost our lives. And this is gonna kill my stomach. Even though the stitches have been removed it’s still sore and tender not to mention the nausea I still have from the pregnancy. What is he thinking bringing us out here today? I mean – I love him, but even he’s still trying to heal. We both aren’t one hundred percent yet.
As he turns off, I close my eyes, waiting for the bumps and grinds of the rough terrain. I wait. And I wait. Still feeling a smooth ride. Confused I open one eye and see that we’re on a dirt road. Okay, this might be freaking me out a bit. I’m more and more confused as I open my other eye and look all around. A bunch of the trees are gone, and as we get closer to that slippery rock creek, I gasp. A bridge was built over it large enough for a car to drive over. “Brock?” My eyes shift to him. He’s watching the road, but a huge smile is on his beautiful face. I’ve never been very patient when it comes to surprises. This is even worse. So much work has gone into this and he kept it to himself. I’m so gonna punch him, right after I smother him with kisses and other things. We turn the corner several feet after the bridge and he stops the truck. My heart stops and I blink rapidly. “What? What’s all this?”
He turns in his seat, but I can’t stop looking at what’s before me. “Surprise!” He squeezes my hand and I feel the tingles move up my arm, something that always happens with his touch. Finally, I turn to face him, tears clouding his gorgeous face. “It’s been really hard not to tell you about this. Taren. Your mom bought the land, clear from the main road all the way to the pond. She bought all the area where the shack was too. It’s all ours, baby. She’s gonna have it all signed over to us.”
I grab our hands and squeeze. Probably a little too tightly. “Oh, my God, Brock. I….”
He laughs but then turns serious. I blink a few more times and notice there are tears in his eyes as well. “Both my parents, your mom, and Mimi want us to build a house and have this land. They now understand how special it is to us, how much we love each other. Pop has a crew gonna work on it starting next week. I have plans tucked away at home but want you to see them, give input on how you want things. This is gonna be ours, baby. Our new home.”
I think I’m in shock. Knots form in my stomach along with excitement, awe, and love. I rip my hand out from his, open the door and start losing the contents of my stomach. I feel him grab my hair, pulling it back. Such a gentleman. I’m so tired of losing my cookies and what a special time to be doing it. When I think I’m finally done, I sit back up, turn to him, and smile. He leans over me and opens the glove compartment, taking out a small container of tissues and hands it to me. I smile and take almost all of them out of it and wipe them over my face, mouth, and stick my tongue out, rubbing them over it. I hear him chuckle and watch him pull out a pack of Tic Tac’s. Lucky Tic Tac’s. And I’m horny again. Sigh. I pop a few in my mouth and as soon as I think my breath is minty enough, I lean towards him and kiss him hard.
“This is amazing! I can’t believe it! Our own house!” His lips turn up into a smile, my mouth still pressed to his. “But it’s so much and….” His mouth is replaced with a finger, which I kiss too.
“That’s what I said but your mom is a stubborn woman. Kinda like her daughter.”
I laugh against his finger and then he moves it away and kisses me back. Hard.
Brock
The look on her face – beautiful. Her opening the door and throwing up her guts —pregnancy. Our
kissing afterwards – priceless. Totally worth it. I drove her up closer to where everything was lined out for the construction to begin. I can’t wait to show her the plans. I’m sure there some things she’ll want to change or even add on to and I’m okay with that. We’re in this together.
“Wow! It looks so different with the tall grass and rocks gone,” she says as I stand behind her, leaning against my truck, with my arms around her slim waist. I really think between the surgery and the pregnancy, she’s lost too much weight. If she ever stops throwing up, I’ll have to just fatten her up.
“I thought so too, when I first came out here, but now I envision the house, miles of green grass out front and around the sides, and a huge backyard.” I point to where I’m talking about and then move my arm to the right. “Then there’ll be a stone path, straight to our beach and pond. Can’t you just imagine our children growing up here? I’ll build them a playhouse in the backyard. A swing set and anything else they want.”
Her hand rubs over my arm that’s around her stomach. Her touch makes my breath hitch. She leans her head back against my shoulder and her eyes move around the area, imagining. I bring my other arm around her on top of the other. Her more than ample breasts feel like they’ve already grown from the pregnancy, laying down against the top of my skin. Damn, I’m so freaking horny. We haven’t really made love since that night, when our lives changed. Oh, we’ve gotten pretty close, but then we realized we both needed to heal more, not having much energy, and figured we have plenty of time. But shit. I am a man. A man who loves his woman more than his life. I have needs. Wants. Desires.
I feel her breath on my skin and look at down. She’d turned her head and her mouth is close to my ear. “Take me home and make love to me,” she whispers.
She doesn’t need to ask me more than once. I grab her hand and hear her giggles as I pull her, almost roughly, to the door. Once she’s settled in, I run around the back, doing a fist pump in the air, and run to my side. I think it was the fastest ride back to our apartment I’ve ever done. By the time we get inside the building, I’m struggling to unlock our door as my mouth is on hers. My arm is around her waist as she does some amazing things with her tongue. Finally, I get the door open, and we grope each other as we manage to get inside. I keep moving my foot around, trying to find the door. I kick it shut and reach around her, blindly searching for the lock. Turning it closed, I put my hand underneath her long hair and move it up until it’s around the back of her neck. She moans into my mouth, guttural and deep. I can actually feel it in her chest. My cock is so hard I feel like I could combust as we make our way back to our bedroom.
We begin undressing each other, frantically, breaking our kissing long enough to pull each other’s shirts over our heads. I push down the waistband of her yoga pants. She unbuttons my jeans, and then pulls down the zipper. We laugh as we knock our heads when we try pushing each other’s pants down at the same time and then by the time we get them down, our arms are back around each other. We look at each other and grow serious, hungry in our desire. Our mouths smash together and I start to walk backwards. We go down in a rush as I trip over my jeans. We land with an “Omph!” and then burst out in laughter.
I get concerned and start scanning all over her, my hands moving over her arms, her neck, and her face. Her eyes grow serious but there’s no pain in them. Only lust and love. Her hands cup both sides of my face, and her lips press against mine, so hard, so needy. Our naked bodies molded together. I grab her hip with one hand and my cock with the other. She lifts and I thrust into her, trying to be gentle, trying not to hurt her, but I’ve longed for her for so long I can’t seem to fight the strain. I grab her other hip as she pulls up to straddle me. She begins to rock, and I know I’m not gonna last long. Her mouth leaves mine and she starts kissing down my jaw, my neck, and sucks the skin on my shoulder. Her long hair falls, shrouding us. A moan leaves me, loud in the small area but her hips rock harder at the sound. In turn, that spurs me on even more and our rhythm becomes faster.
“Brock. I….” Another moan leaves her sweet lips, but then she does something that not only touches me but causes my climax to hit me hard. She leans down and kisses the scar on my chest, where the bullet went into me, reminding me how I almost lost her. I cry out her name, my hands digging into her hips. I feel her clamp around my now deflating cock, and then she yells my name, collapsing on top of me. I envelope her in my arms. Our bodies are slick with sweat and our heavy panting now the only sounds in the room.
“God, I love you so much. So much,” I whisper in her ear. My body shudders as hers shivers with her own release, and I hold her even tighter. We lay there and enjoy each other’s love for a few minutes more. I move my hands up to the sides of her face, lifting it so I can see her eyes. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” She doesn’t speak. She searches my eyes with hers. “Taren, I’m sorry if….” Her mouth is on mine, not frantic, not hard. Just gentle with her love.
She smiles against my lips and then raises up just a breath away. “I’m perfect. You’re perfect.” I smile in relief and raise my head, kissing her again. I lay my head back down, and she lets out a deep breath. “God, I needed that.” We both start laughing, and I roll us over. I don’t know how long we laid there, laughing, our pants down at our ankles. All I know is I have everything I need. Everything I’ve ever wanted, right here in my arms.
When I awaken the next morning, all I think about is how we made love again on the floor in the living room last night and then again once when we finally managed to make it to our bed. I reach around, feeling cold without her warmth snuggled up against me and find the other side of the bed cool to my touch. I open my eyes and look around, the sun brightening up the room and wonder what time it is. The clock on the nightstand shows eight in the morning. Wow! I haven’t slept this late in a long time. Curious to where my girl is, I climb out of bed, hurry to relieve myself and brush my teeth. Forgoing a shower, I put on a pair of jeans and go in search of her. I stop short when I start to walk into the living room. She’s sitting at the kitchen table. I lean against the doorway and watch her studying the floor plans that I’d left on the table yesterday. I notice she has a glass of orange juice beside them and a piece of half eaten toast. I hope her stomach is feeling better today. I start walking towards the kitchen, her face deep in concentration. She doesn’t notice me as I reach her and lean down to kiss her neck. “Morning,” I say after I nip at her beautiful skin.
She doesn’t take her eyes off the plans. “Morning.”
I walk over to the counter and notice the pot of coffee. Even though she’s sworn off coffee until after the baby comes, she still makes it for me every morning, telling me she’s living off the fumes for now. I chuckle as I grab a cup from the cabinet, fill it up then take it over and sit down in the chair beside her. “So. Do you like what you see?”
Her eyes snap to my waist, over the bare skin of my stomach and chest, then slowly make their way up to my eyes. “Mmmhmm,” she hums.
I laugh. “I mean the plans, silly girl.”
She blinks, twice. “Oh. Oh! The plans. Yes! I love them.” I shake my head and laugh again. She’s just too cute.
“Anything you’d change?”
She looks at my body again and stares. “Not a damn thing.”
I growl. “Taren. I’m about ready to pick you up and throw you over my shoulder.”
She looks up quickly and smiles. “Sorry. Hormones. Or sexiness. Yes. Both.” I begin to rise and she sits up straight. “Okay! Okay. But um, after.” I sit back down, trying to slow my heartbeat. I was ready to grab her. So ready. “There’s only a couple of things I’m thinking about. Here.” She points to the kitchen. “And here.” Our bedroom.
We spend the next two hours going over the plans, excitement filling the room. She has some great ideas, and I swear she could be an interior designer. Hmmm, gives me an idea. After we’re done, we ended up on the couch, sex filling the room. We took a lazy bath together and re
sted. All the excitement and physical activity wore us both out. Shit, I can’t wait until we’re both healed completely. We may never come up for air.
Once I woke up from my nap, I let her sleep. I couldn’t help staring at her, all spread out on our bed. The sheet pulled down, barely covering her waist. My eyes scan up her flat stomach, soon to be full with our child. Nothing sexier than that. Her full breasts that are always perfect, visions of their weight in my hands, and then her long slender neck, one I love to nibble on. Her hair is splayed out across the pillow, dark, long and slightly wavy. Her face is that of a goddess. Creamy porcelain skin. I miss her blue eyes when they’re closed but can imagine their radiance in my mind.
I sigh and leave the room knowing if I don’t get out, I’ll never get anything done. I walk over to the couch, sit down, and call Mom. “Hey, I have a plan.”
Next week comes quickly but the excitement of breaking ground at our new house creates mayhem and havoc. Taren is busy with Mom, Mimi, Irish, and Betty picking out and ordering all things needed once it’s finished. Appliances, blinds, tiles, furniture – her mom told us the skies the limit. We’ll never be able to pay her back, but Taren said that from her inheritance from her dad’s death, she can cover some too. I’m feeling more than uncomfortable about it all yet she just kisses me and tells me that since I’m actually helping to build everything, that’s more than enough. I guess she’s right but still I feel weird about it. What she doesn’t know is the plan I have once the house is done. In about a month, give or take, my plan will be set in motion.
The days are long but the night’s make up for it. We’re both healed now and with my sex drive and love for her and her hormones that have well kicked in, we make love like it’s our last night together. Sometimes it’s slow and sweet while other times it’s frantic and hurried. Each time it’s full of love, sensual, full of desire, want, and need. We’ll never get enough of each other. Never.
