by M. Clarke
“Oh my God,” Nicole squealed. “Was that from Connor or from you, Jenna?”
The four of us started to laugh. “It’s not me.” I couldn’t stop laughing, but I had to remain still. Conner was still drinking. When he drained one side, I patted him on the back, then switched him over to the other breast. The bulge from his diaper indicated he’d let out a big dump.
“Well, he’s a boy for sure,” Becky murmured, sniffing Addison. “I think I need to change her diaper, too.”
“Jenna must have eaten a lot of beans. Connor sure smells like it,” Kate joked, placing Kristen on her lap.
“Great, this is what I have to look forward to,” Nicole laughed, laying the diaper mat for Becky.
Becky started to change Addison’s diaper when she looked up. “This is silly, but did you think the same as me? I thought when I delivered Addison that I would get my body back. I mean, I knew it wouldn’t be back to the way it was right after I delivered her, but what the hell...I still looked pregnant.”
“I did, Becky,” Kate said. “I delivered naturally. You think all that stuff would come out of your body after you deliver and your stomach would be flat.”
“Let me help you. This is good practice for me.” Nicole pushed Becky aside and finished changing Addison’s diaper. “It’s God’s way of making sure you don’t get pregnant right away. I mean, let’s face it. I sure wouldn’t want sex if I still had the muffin tops. I’m going to assume you haven’t in months.”
“A baby came out of me. Hell, there was no way I was going to let Craig enter me even with doctor’s approval for a long time.”
“See?” Nicole shrugged. “Well, those are my thoughts.”
“I guess that’s one way of thinking of it,” I agreed.
“Maybe I did feel insecure with my body. It also took me a while to get my body back to the way it was,” Kate said.
“I don’t think our bodies will ever be the same,” Becky added.
As I waited for Connor to finish, I absorbed our conversation. As we had progressed in our stages in life, our conversations had shifted. It was wonderful to have friends you could share your thoughts, sorrow, happiness, and experiences with. Many friends entered your life, but the ones that were truly worthwhile were the ones that stayed. As I gazed upon my friends still talking about how our bodies had changed, I couldn’t stop smiling. These were the moments I wanted to capture and remember forever.
“You did what?” I heard Matthew’s voice from the kitchen, and the sound of loud laughter. “Becca, we’re going Paris. No way is my brother’s lock going to be bigger than mine.”
Oh boy!
Two months later
When Max went to work, it was just Connor and me. After I placed him down for an early morning nap, I went downstairs to get a bite to eat. As I ate a yogurt, an egg, and some blueberries, something caught my eye in the family room. On the coffee table was a letter and a single red rose. My heart jumped with excitement. What was Max up to?
I picked it up and read it.
Mommy,
Daddy wants to take you out to dinner
with Uncle Matthew and Auntie Becky.
I’ll be okay with Grandma Paige and Grandpa
Jonathan. They are going to come over by 5:30.
They are going to take good care of me.
I’ll be safe, so don’t worry. Check inside your closet.
There is something Daddy wants you to wear.
You will look beautiful in it.
Love,
Connor
With a huge smile on my face, I texted Max. You are amazing. I can’t wait for you to take me out to dinner.
Surprisingly, I got a text back right away. You have it wrong. You are amazing. I’m not sure what I can’t wait for, you in that dress or me taking it off you.
It had been a while since Max and I had flirted like this or even had sex. And it had been a while since my face flushed with warmth.
Maybe I’ll let you watch me take it off myself.
I like the sound of that. Get some good rest. You won’t be getting much sleep tonight.
My stomach did a funny twist. Suddenly, I felt wet on my breasts. Darn Max, he made me wet in more places than one. Max’s text had aroused me. Before I could text him back, Becky’s named flashed.
“Hello, Becky.”
“Did you get a letter from Max this morning by any chance?” She sounded very hesitant to ask.
“Yes, I did.”
“Oh good. Then I didn’t spoil anything.”
“Don’t worry. You didn’t. I know we’re going out to dinner together. So, what does your note say?”
Becky laughed. “Those boys are too cute. Mine said, ‘Dear Mommy, Daddy wants to take you out to dinner with Uncle Max and Auntie Jenna. Grandma Ellen and Grandpa Robert will be coming over to take care of me at 5:30. Check inside your closet. Daddy wants you to wear something special. I know you will look beautiful in it. Have a great time and don’t worry about me. Love, Addison’.”
After we compared notes, we hung up as our laughter lingered. Walking up the stairs, I couldn’t wait to see what Max had in the closet for me. At first I couldn’t find it. Off to the side was a white box with a large red ribbon on it. How could I have missed it? But I was glancing inside a massive walk in closet anyway. After I untied it, I opened the box and pulled out a silky black dress. With spaghetti straps, the dress was simple, yet elegant.
As I admired the dress, I draped it on my body to take a look in the mirror. My body wasn’t back to its original weight yet, but I was fine with it. Instead of being insecure about it, I decided to be bold, and I would make sure Max wouldn’t be able to keep his eyes off me. The sound of Connor’s cry got my attention; so did the weight of my full breasts.
“You look stunning, beautiful, and edible.” The way he said those words came out slow and seductive. Max was leaning against the wall, watching me slip into my black heels. He wore a dark silver suit, but it was the way he looked in it that had my heart pounding and made me feel aroused tingles. Max wore suits very well. It was hard not to stare, and it was hard to look away. We hadn’t even kissed and he was already making me want to rip off my panties for him.
“So do you,” I said, trying not to tip over as I finished the last strap of my heels. Max was making me nervous from the way his eyes were dark and greedy. “There. I’m ready now.” I casually moved one step at a time toward him, trying to look as seductive as I could.
“I can watch you do that all day, Mrs. Knight. I’m going to be thinking of you doing that during dinner.” Max’s hot breath brushed my neck. “I might not make it past dinner.”
“Max.” I ran my hand across his chest and another wave of want coursed through me. “Why wait for after dinner when you can have dessert first?”
Max growled at the same time as he gripped my ass. “Don’t tempt me, Jenna. I’m really considering taking your offer, but we’ll be late. I want to taste and savor every single space of your body.”
I moaned, feeling Max press his groin into me. I wanted him now. Cold air took his place when he stepped away. “Your parents are waiting downstairs. We should get going. I’m not going to be able to resist another touch from you.”
“When do you plan on coming back to work?” Matthew asked, taking a bite of his pasta. “Not that I’m rushing you. Or is my brother making you stay home?”
Max placed his glass down and raised a brow. “I’m not making Jenna do anything. She can speak her mind. Right, babe?”
I peered up, seeing both of them waiting for my answer. Lost in deep thought for a second, I was twirling my spaghetti noodles with a fork. Max and I had discussed this issue several times. Max wanted me to be a stay at home mom, but I had other plans. I reassured him that everything would be fine. My parents would watch Connor three days a week. We finally compromised on me working part time. Also, we agreed not to hire a nanny, but we would have a housekeeper instead. As for Becky, her job allowed her
to work at home fulltime. That was the beauty of our schedule. We got the best of both worlds.
“Max doesn’t make me do anything, or else he knows he’ll be sleeping in one of the guest rooms,” I confidently said with a smirk.
Becky nudged Matthew with her elbow when he started chuckling. “Don’t laugh. I tell you that all the time.”
As laughter rang in the air, I recalled the days when Becky and I lived together. We were so scared to date our husbands back then. We guarded our hearts because we thought they would hurt us, that they weren’t the ideal husband types. How wrong we were. In fact, they are the perfect model of what idea husbands should be. Just because they were good-looking and successful didn’t mean that they were like the other playboy types. We had to give them a chance. I was just glad Becky and I had found our true loves and we both found what we were looking for.
During dessert, our topic changed to Connor and Addison. Though I knew he was home safe with my parents, I missed him. I didn’t know if the reason was because I missed him, but I felt my breast pads dampening. It was feeding time. Luckily, I had pumped before I left.
Matthew slid his chair out. “We should get going home. Becky and I hardly slept last night.” Matthew paused. “No, that’s not what I meant. Get your mind out of there,” he said to Max, chuckling. “Addison woke up too many times. She’s teething.”
“It’s not fun.” Becky closed her eyes. She did look little out of it, but she was still gorgeous in her black dress that was similar to mine.
“We should get going, too,” Max said, standing up. “I’ll get the bill this time.” Max pulled out my chair and helped me slip into my sweater.
“After the stunt you pulled in Paris, you’ll be paying the bill from now on,” Matthew joked. “That was my idea.”
“If I recall—and I do recall correctly…I’m never wrong—it was my idea,” Max retorted.
I knew they were playing around by the sound of their tone, but enough was enough. Becky and I looked at each other and started walking away together.
“Becca,” Matthew followed behind like a lost puppy. “After we get married in Paris, we’re swinging by China before we come home.”
“Where do you think you’re going without me?” Max whispered, whisking me into his arms. Then he turned back to Matthew. “Why are you going to China?”
Becky offered a huge smile as the four of us walked out the door. “We didn’t want to tell you guys until it was final, but we got approved. We’re going next month to check out their adoption facility. We’re trying to decide which country to adopt our child from. We’re not planning to adopt until Addison is at least three, but we were told that it could take years, so we’re planning ahead.”
“That’s wonderful, Becky.” I squeezed her tightly. “I can’t wait to be a part of your wedding, and I can’t wait to plan your bridal shower.”
“I did this all backwards, didn’t I? Baby shower before bridal shower.”
“No one said that was the way it had to be. We go with the flow.”
“When did you become so wise, Mrs. Knight?”
I looked over to Max. “When I met Mr. Knight.”
Chapter 38
Becky
I was tired as hell, but it had been a while since Matthew and I were intimate. He had been trying, but my lack of self-esteem from gaining weight and being tired had turned me off. Matthew had been so understanding, supportive, and loving that I wanted to show him how thankful I was for having an amazing husband.
Matthew plopped on the bed. “Addison is finally asleep. Are you out of the shower or shall I join you?” I heard him snicker under his breath. Matthew was positioned with both of his arms tucked under his neck, showing off his well-defined muscles. I walked out of the bathroom to see him half asleep.
“Matthew,” I said softly. I believed it was the way I said his name that made him flash his eyes open with a grin.
“You’re going to take off your robe for me?” He twitched his brows with a hungry look.
“Maybe, maybe not.” I threw my head back slightly to allow the towel that was wrapped around my hair to drop. Slowly, I untied the robe and let it glide off my shoulder, but not all the way. The wetness of my hair felt cool on my skin, causing me to shiver, but it was more the way Matthew was looking at me that caused that sensation. His eyes were like hands, undressing me, touching me, and I could already feel him.
Before I could let it fall, Matthew stood up and opened it up just enough to expose my breasts. Another shiver coursed through me. It felt as though Matthew was seeing my naked body for the first time. When he licked my shoulder, I shuddered again. Oh God! Just that one lick did crazy things to me. I wanted more.
Matthew continued kissing and licking down to my breasts, then further down. It was a good thing I had just fed Addison or milk would have poured out of me. I closed my eyes and threw my head back, enjoying every second of pleasure he was giving me. With a flick of his hand, the robe dropped.
Matthew gently lay me down, spread my legs, and continued where he’d left off. The sensation of his wet tongue right next to my clit made me explode. Needing more, I shifted my body. I moaned loudly when Matthew’s mouth fell perfectly on my clit. Oh God that felt so good. “Matthew,” I screamed.
“You like that, Becca?” he asked as he moved up and pressed his dick against me through the material of his briefs.
I gripped a fistful of his hair. “Yes, I want you inside of me, now. But go slow.”
Matthew put on a condom. “I’m going to have to go slow. It’s been so long. I don’t think I can be inside of you too long. I want to make you feel good. Let me make you come with my fingers.”
Holy shit! My head was spinning in ecstasy. Matthew was bringing me over the edge with his fingers. The way he licked, teased, and flicked my clit, I was beyond ready for him.
“Matthew, please. No more. I need you inside me.” Shuddering with pleasure, my body squirmed and ached for him. He didn’t give me a warning. The most pleasurable sensation shot through me when he entered me. “Oh, God, Matt. Yes.”
As Matthew continued to make love to me, he cupped my face and gazed at me with tenderness, with respect, and with love. I loved this man more than I could have ever imagined. He was not just my husband-to-be, he was my soul mate, my best friend, and my everything. “I love you,” I murmured under my breath, erupting from this beautiful feeling that could only be given by Matthew.
“I love you more.” I knew he meant it...I could see it in his eyes, feel it in his touch, and hear it in the sounds he made as he made love to me. Matthew loved me. It had taken me a while to accept that someone like him could truly love someone like me. I was no longer an asshole magnet. I was for sure Matthew’s magnet. We would stick together through thick and thin, and in my case in sickness and in health. I couldn’t wait for what life had in store for us, because I would have the best husband that was made perfectly for me.
Jenna
Max and I were on the same page that night. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. It was difficult to control the heated feeling when Max kept on sliding his hand up my dress during dinner. I had to slap it away without making a scene. I had to admit, it wasn’t entirely his fault. My spaghetti with sausage dinner was making me think perverted thoughts. The sausage was as big as Max’s dick, and I couldn’t stop thinking about licking it. There were a couple of moments when I purposely placed my hand on him. He coughed and sat taller so he wouldn’t make a scene. I had a few laughing moments.
“Do you like what I’m wearing, Max?” I leaned against the doorframe, looking as seductive as I could. I was still shy at times, but knowing Max loved to see me in anything I wore made it that much easier to show him my naughty side. I had put on black lingerie I’d bought online recently. It was a low cut, see-through lace. It even came with garter stockings and a long black silk robe to match the outfit. I looked like a high-class hooker.
Max turned as soon as he heard my vo
ice. He had just laid Connor down for the night and walked into our bedroom. His eyes darkened with greed, taking in the vision of me. “Jenna,” he growled, coming for me with that slow, seductive walk. He yanked his purple tie off and twisted it around his hand. By the time he reached for me, his shirt was unbuttoned all the way. “You look like you want to be fucked, Mrs. Knight.” It was amazing how much I had changed. Max would never have used the word “fuck” with me before because I would have cringed, but now I was okay with it...in fact, it made me more aroused.
“Yes, I do, Mr. Knight.”
There were no words after that, Max claimed my mouth in hunger. His stubble felt achingly good against my skin as he continued to kiss and lick my neck and shoulders. “I’m going to tie you up and make love to you until you scream my name,” he said, placing his hands tightly on my ass.
Oh how his words could do erotic things to me. The next thing I knew, he had tied my hands to the bedpost at the foot of the bed. “I’m going to kiss every inch of you.”
Max did just that. I was drowning in his touch, his love, his wet licks that drove me to scream his name. “Max.” I heaved a deep breath. As he licked and sucked my clit, his magic fingers did wonders to my body. Pleasurable sensations traveled through every vein, every bone, and every muscle. Quivering, I lost all sense of reality, of time.
When Max took a moment to take off his clothes, I watched him as I panted, out of breath. Max was beautiful, inside and out. He was the epitome of what a man should look and act like. He was the epitome of an ideal husband. And I was lucky that we had found each other.
“I love you, Jenna,” he said, purposely grazing his stubbles down my body. Oh God! I arched my back. I wanted more, yet it was too much. It was painfully pleasant and he knew it did crazy things to me. The sensation was overwhelming, like tiny electric sparks shooting through my skin. I wanted to touch him so badly, but I was tied up.
“I love you, too, Max,” I said as our eyes met. When I felt his knee spread my leg, I gasped sharply from the pleasure of feeling him inside of me. Max untied me as he continued to rock slowly.
