To be honest, I don’t mind the distance a bit.
I raise my mug of steaming chamomile tea to my lips, blowing gently across the surface to cool down the soothing brew. If you’d told me a year ago that I’d be able to give up booze and caffeine all in one go, I would have called you a damned fool. But then again, I did have the best motivation in the world to kiss my vices goodbye. I let my hand drift down to my belly, proudly showing at six months. This little bump of mine has changed everything.
“Hello?” I hear my favorite voice call out as the front door opens.
“Up here,” I call back, “Did you get the stuff?”
“Like I’d dare not to,” Mad replies, bounding up the stairs.
I turn to see Maddox appear in the master bedroom doorway, bearing three bags of Milano cookies.
“My hero,” I laugh, leaning against the doorway.
“Yeah, yeah…” he grins back, making his way toward me, “Tell me something I don’t know, preggo.”
These past five months haven’t exactly been a cake walk for Mad and me. My pregnancy has been a media sensation, to say nothing of the dramatic scene on the pitch after Mad’s head injury during the Sentinel’s game. No matter how many times we ask the press to respect our privacy during the pregnancy, they are, as Mad would say, persistent little buggers. Moving out of Atlantic City has improved things a bit, though. And having a partner who’s not afraid to throw some punches if need be definitely helps.
“Did you get to work with the new trainer today?” I ask Mad, happily accepting his bounty of baked goods.
“I did,” he replies, “And I’m happy to report that he doesn’t seem like a total fucking idiot like the last one.”
Barry O’Leary was forced to resign soon after the debacle at the Sentinel’s game. Chris Glover made the call himself, despite their close relationship. O’Leary was so blinded by his backwards values that he almost let serious harm come to Maddox that day. And to be honest, his mixed-up priorities were putting players in jeopardy all season. The Empire hired a new head trainer, formerly of the BPL. Hopefully things go a little better this time around.
“Speakin’ of our esteemed colleagues,” Mad goes on, his eyes gleaming wickedly, “Ours have a bit of a surprise for you.”
“What kind of surprise?” I ask.
“I’m not supposed to tell you,” Mad teases, “Just get dressed, and follow my lead.”
“Ohh no you don’t,” I reply, wrapping my arms around his waist. “Spill, Walcott. What have they got planned? And what does it have to do with me?”
“Can’t very well say no to a pregnant lady. Who knows what you’re capable of with all the hormones ragin’ around in there,” Maddox grins, “If you must know, the guys want to throw us a bloody baby shower.”
I stare at Maddox for a long moment, waiting for the “just kidding” moment. But he’s dead serious. A loud, raucous laugh rips out of me as I lay my forehead against his chest, shoulders shaking with hilarity.
“They…They want to…What?!” I crow, tears of laughter rising in my eyes.
“It was Barlow’s idea, the fuckin’ softie,” Maddox laughs, holding me by the hips so that I don’t topple over because of this laugh riot.
“I just…I just keep picturing them all playing ‘pin the tail on the pregnant lady’ or whatever it is you do at baby showers,” I sigh, finally getting a hold of myself.
“I’m sure they’ll be playing FIFA if anything, if it makes you feel any better,” he assures me, “But there’s only one way to find out. Go on, get dressed!”
Mad spins me around toward my walk-in closet here in the master bedroom. I make my way across the room, shrugging off my shawl and letting it fall on the king sized bed. I can feel his eyes on me as I lift my cotton teddy over my head, turning to face him in just my panties. When I was younger, part of me always worried about what living in a pregnant body for nine months would do to my self-esteem. We don’t exactly live in a society that’s very fond of curves, after all. But standing here in front of Maddox, belly and breasts proudly swollen with six months of pregnancy, I’ve never felt more confident. More beautiful.
“Christ,” Maddox murmurs, drinking in the sight of me from across the room, “Do you have any idea how sexy you are right now?”
“You know something?” I smile, running a hand through my newly longer and voluminous hair, “I do.”
“Good,” Mad grins, striding toward me as he shucks off his t-shirt and lets it fall to the floor, “But I still want to show you how much you turn me on…”
“I thought we had to get ready for the baby shower,” I tease, whipping open his belt buckle the second he comes within range.
“We will,” he tells me, stepping out of his jeans and briefs, “But first…”
I take his staggering cock in my hands as he tugs down my cotton panties. A low, satisfied groan rises from his firm lips as I work my hands along the length of him. Slowly, I sit back on the bed and lower myself before him, laying on my back as I plant my feet on the edge of the bed. Maddox runs his hands along my body, savoring every inch of me as I let the tip of his cock brush against my eager sex.
Once upon a time, I would have thought that pregnant sex would be uncomfortable, or awkward in some way. And don’t get me wrong, Mad and I certainly had to dial back the rougher aspects of what goes down in our bedroom. But honestly? I wouldn’t trade anything for the feeling of connection blazing between us now. Mad meets my eyes as he presses into me, letting me feel every inch of his glorious cock as I lay before him on our bed.
“God, I love you…” he breathes, pushing back against my knees as he thrusts into me with deliciously slow strokes.
“I love you too, baby,” I gasp, my back arching as a sweet shot of pleasure radiates through my body.
It’s not the first time we’ve dropping the “L word” to each other, though god knows it took long enough for both our stubborn selves to get there. All through the first few weeks of our relationship, I tried to hold love at bay. The only thing loving someone has gotten me in the past was a bruised and broken heart.
I couldn’t have known that morning I first ran into Maddox on the boardwalk after so many years that he wasn’t going to hurt me, too. I was so afraid of being vulnerable to another man that I never stopped to think of all the good that might come from loving a man like him. From a man like him loving me. I never could have guessed how strong, and supported, and sexy I would come to feel, being with him.
But hell if I don’t know now.
I close my eyes as the pounding pleasure swells in my core, ready to spill out through my entire body. Mad lowers himself to his forearms above me, close to the edge as he drives into me. I hook my ankles behind his back, drawing him even deeper as we race toward climax together. My eyes flutter open as I careen toward the cliff’s edge, locking with Maddox’s gleaming gray gaze.
Slipping his strong hand behind my head, Mad pulls me into a deep, searing kiss as he thrusts hard into my trembling body. Warm sensation bursts through me as we come together, riding the wave of pleasure as it sweeps us up into pure bliss. I clutch onto Mad’s broad back, burying my face against his shoulder as I cry out in pleasure.
Spent, we fall onto our sides on the bed, facing each other as our breathing eventually evens out. The sound of waves crashing against the beach beyond our window is a soothing lullaby as we lay there together, rendered speechless by what we’ve just shared.
“Well,” Mad says at last, “At least we’ll be good and relaxed for this shower, right?”
“I think I need a pre-shower shower,” I laugh, rising onto my forearm, “Care to join me?”
“Not unless you’re looking for a round two,” he growls, running his hand along my hourglass side.
“What makes you think I’m not?” I smile back, leaning forward to kiss along his neck.
“Jesus, I love how horny being pregnant makes you,” he groans, pulling me close.
“Well
, we’ve only got three more months,” I remind him, tugging him toward the shower, “Better make the most of them.”
THE END
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