by Love Belvin
“Boy, you’re about to talk yourself out of your bed tonight; you keep it up!” she warned.
“Oh, it’s up again.” I pushed into her belly. “You feel it?”
Jade’s eyes rolled back and she moaned. “Trent…iiin!”
~Epilogue
“Another girl?” My eyes hold wide. “When did you find out?”
A proud and knowing smile spreads over his beard. “I know what I know, Trent. Two girls for me and I couldn’t be more elated.”
“Does Lex want another girl?”
“I don’t think my beloved’s adjusted to the idea of a second child quite yet, but God has spoken. And apparently in my favor.” His smile doesn’t fade.
“Yo, E, man, I never took you for the father type. You always seem too cool and busy for that. Having a wife was a good look for you, but a wife and two kids within two years just ain’t something I saw for you.”
“I am a straight shooter, Trent. What can I say. When I aim, I multiply.” He shrugs with his eyebrows and combs his beard with his fingers, contemplating. “Girls are special because they grow into women who are givers of life. They perpetuate our society. They need us to plant. We need them to incubate and nurture. My girls will know their divine place and purpose here on earth.”
I nod with weighted shoulders. “Amen.”
“How’s Jade?”
With my eyes still to the floor I answer, “Much better. Coming around. I think today helped. She’s been lit for weeks now.”
It’s my wedding day. We decided on May 20th. Jade wanted to do it before camp begins for me, and I didn’t care when we did it, so long as it gets done. As I glance around the Bishop’s Office at Redeeming Souls, I’m waiting for the coordinator to tell me where to stand to receive my bride, who is already my wife. Lucky for me.
“Your prayers and understanding have helped with that.” Ezra’s murmuring snaps me out of my head.
I exhale, still sensitive about the state of my marriage with Jade, even on our wedding day. “I ‘on’t know about all that; I do my job as her husband, and you’re right, I understand what dark days are like. It’s just my dark days came from rough consequences. Her reasoning brings those feelings of rejection for me. You know I’m still fresh out of that dark emotional place as a man. And Jade’s the one who helped me out—helping me out—by going so hard for me. This…” I sink further into the seat on the sofa while Ezra’s behind his desk. “It feels like I’m wrong. You know?”
I’m pouting on my wedding day. I’m excited, but struggling with this.
“You two are still new yet, Trent. And trust me, if anyone can appreciate the quick addition of marital partnership and onslaught of being in love, I can. Everything seemed to have happened so quickly. The only thing you signed up for was the passion, the pain is a subsequent emotion. You can’t have one without the other and the more you delay accepting the second, you’ll wallow in confusion. Love hurts. But it’s worth it if you’re sure about your partner.” Ezra pauses. My eyes are still low, on my tuxedo pants: a russet color Jade was insistent on me wearing. “Are you sure, Trent?”
My head flies up and I see he’s in front of his desk now, leaning with crossed ankles and cupped hands. I stare, shocked by his new proximity. With Ezra, you gotta think before you speak. His questions are usually layered for the purpose of examination. He’s a thinker and forces me to be the same. To stay on my toes. We stare at each other so long, he cocks his head to the side, waiting.
There’s a knock at the door. It opens immediately. The first thing I see is ivory lace, beads, and rhinestones. Then I see legs hidden behind more see-through fabric. They’re over strappy heels that are positioned familiarly. Poised. Jade’s arms are covered with a thin layer of embroidered lace down to her middle fingers, one hand holding her phone. Her generous tits are modestly strapped in behind more fancy lace. Her tempting cleavage veiled by thin lace. I was afraid to see what she looked like from behind. Jade’s body was a fuck machine. It was a man’s dirty fantasy. And my sexual treasure, designed for my pleasure.
My sight goes to her face now. It’s tastefully done with no bold colors. Jade looks like a damn angel in ivory and lace. A goddess. And her lips… They’re nude. She’s wearing no lipstick. Her mouth is parted and I can tell she’s breathing hard. There’s a familiar look in her eyes, but I’m too damn speechless to ask what it’s about. With Jade nowadays, you never know.
“I thought the bride freaked if the groom got a preview of her glory before he declared his vows,” Ezra teases her.
Her eyes sweep from mine to my outstretched legs then over to Ezra. A slow and respectful smile that turns bashful appears and my throat tightens.
“I’m sorry, Ezra, but I wanted to see my husband before the ceremony.” She shrugs unapologetically. “He’s already bought the cow.”
Ezra chuckles, lost in the magic spell Jade always seems to wrap people in when it comes to her possessiveness of me. His attention then goes to his phone. Ezra takes a moment to read it.
“That’s my beloved texting now. I’ll leave you two alone. I’ve learned when to not argue with a wife. You women can be vicious with your weapons of mass destruction. I’ll see you at the altar, Trent,” he informs over his shoulder while passing Jade. “You look splendid, Jade. Trent’s a very lucky man.”
Jade’s eyes rove over to me. She bites her bottom lip, reminding me of the absence of color.
“No lipstick?” I ask, my throat so thick, my delivery is cold.
Jade shakes her head. Her hair is long, bronzed, and wavy down her back. A weave that I love right away. She lifts the train of her laced gown that fits her hourglass frame and rounds the coffee table until she’s standing next to my left thigh. She’s so damn breathtaking. Her small pouch, pushing through the fabric, makes its own announcement.
“I told the girl not to put it on yet.”
My lips curve. “Why?”
“Because I want to kiss you first.”
Before I can respond, Jade’s collecting the ends of her gown in her hands and then straddling me. I suck in air, totally not expecting that. When my eyes move up from her tits, I recognize the gleam in her eyes. Jade’s horny. That’s confirmed when she leans in and kisses me. It’s a done deal when her tongue pushes through my lips, in search of mine. Helpless, I let her have it.
But the moment I feel my dick swell, my eyes collapse and I moan in her mouth, “C’mon, Jade. We’re in church. In Ezra’s office.”
She continues torturing, swinging her tongue all over mine, tasting the roof of my mouth, teasing my tongue. Then I hear music. It’s Stevie Wonder’s Make Sure You’re Sure. My chest expands right away. Jade’s hurting me. Without thinking, my hands go to her belly and caress the football shape rubbing against me. Jade moans.
“I know. I needed to see you,” she whispers in between licks and sucking on my lips.
“You couldn’t wait?” I can’t help my whining. She’s killing me. “Don’t you think he’s coming back soon?”
“No. Lex is making sure of it.”
My eyes shoot open. “Jade, you tryna get busy in the Bishop’s Office?” I slur, my lip suctioned in her mouth. “Don’t you think you tipped off the first lady?”
Jade moans again. “She told me to go for it.” She sucks my tongue again. “Her exact words: ‘far more scandalous affairs have gone down in the Bishop’s Office’. My word.”
Her hands reach my waist and she quickly—too damn familiarly—unfastens them, reminding me of her upbringing. My wife knows the structure of tux pants. Her hands are on my wood and hips lifting. Almost afraid to look down I find her shifting her dress behind her, in between my thighs. I squeeze my eyes closed, going internally crazy about what my wife’s preparing to do.
Sneaky ass!
“Now, this can be quick or noisy, depending on your willingness,” she whispers in my mouth.
I’m so damn turned on I can’t think straight.
“This is so wrong,
Jade.”
“We’re about to make it right.” She yanks at my pants and automatically, I lift enough for her to pull them down.
When my cock is released, my head falls into the back of the couch again. I feel the heat from her pussy inches before I feel it on me. Jade swipes the head over her wet lips and I groan so long, I don’t recognize my voice.
Juicy, sneaky ass…
She positions me at her opening then pushes down to let me in. Her walls are tight, warm, and creamy as hell. Pregnancy pussy is the shit! I’ll never forget the first time I had it—well, knowingly. I slid into her like melted butter. It was the first time Jade came fast—like…after five or six pumps. It was so good; it was the rare time she came before me. And trust me, I ain’t come long after. Pregnancy pussy is my weakness. I thought Jade’s pussy had my nose wide open from the gate. Nah. I was wrong. Pregnancy pussy has me dry humping her thigh at night, in my sleep.
I hear the Stevie joint on repeat. Jade’s sending a message with this set up. Exactly like I did when I proposed. She knew music touched me deep within and played on that.
She pushes down until she can take no more of me before lifting up. Jade doesn’t spend a lot of time fitting me in. She doesn’t need to: she’s that damn wet for me already. When I hit her helm she moans and falls into my chest. She starts to move in short lifts and pushes.
“You feel so good. I’m full,” she whispers like she’s in pain. “Help me, Trent.”
I finagle through the fancy lace and find her bare ass before pushing down into the sofa to give her more seat. I pull her into me by her cheeks as I lift to meet her.
“Oh!” she cries, writhing between my arms.
Jade pushes down and starts to grind on me, dancing on the drive. She’s feeling it. I know. Jade’s being impatient. Her head comes up and she starts rocking with me, throwing her contracting trap onto my dick. Her tiny hands clutching my shoulders. Her pussy making that spongey sound every time she tightens around me when lifting. Her eyes roll to the back and her head rocks to the side. But these thighs are working, squeezing around me. They are just as expressive as the woman herself. Her pussy grips me like a vise, just like her claim on me.
Ezra was right, Jade gambles everything just to claim me. I’m the one—and probably only—thing and person she doesn’t care about making a fool of herself for. She wants the world to know I’m hers and as much of a bitch as that may make me appear, I’ll take it. It’s something I’ve never had. Something I’ll never give up.
Not even to that fucker Ryshon…
I almost fall out of sync with this ride of passion until I feel the quickening of her walls. Her muscle movement is speeding up, slewing me. The sound of her juices slushing over me is louder, and her thighs are stiffening.
“Mmmmmm…” she muffles her moans, coming with a screwed face. “Trent…iiin…” she mumbles.
Damn, I love you…
Jade starts pumping onto me wild, her spine arches and fingers push into my shoulders to anchor herself. Her jerking is so wild, she looks possessed. I clutch her ass, ramming my swelling cock inside of her, making sure she gets all of me, not stopping until she slows. Then I let go, needing to blow inside or I’d explode my damn self. I feel my balls tighten and my toes curl in my Berluti’s.
I feel the cry shooting up from my belly.
“Ah—” It was intercepted by Jade’s mouth covering my own.
Damn, I love it when she kiss me while I’m coming…
It’s a gift and a curse. It’s the biggest turn on, making me feel handled and dominated by her: her quieting my cries. But then it makes me feel vulnerable and needy as she’s milking the last of my come while swirling her tongue down my squealing throat. She does it until my cries turn into grunts and my grunts fall off into silence.
Fuck…she’s boss!
When she stops, she sucks my bottom lip, pulling away from me. I can’t open my eyes, still lost to her. I sit for a while, catching my breath.
“J…”
“Hmmmm?” she moans, satisfied.
Slick ass…
“You got me cursing in my head, in church!”
“I’m sorry, baby,” she whines, convincingly.
“What about the baby?”
“The baby made me want it.”
“That’s your problem, Jade.”
“What, baby?” she coos innocently.
“No one ever tells you no.”
“You don’t?”
“Hell no, I don’t!” I chuckle at that truth the same time she busts out laughing.
“Then, that’s your problem, Trent.”
“I just wanna see you happy. You haven’t been like that in a while.”
“I’ve been safe and protected,” I can barely hear her whisper. “You make me feel safe and loved every day, Trent. I know I don’t deserve this day.” She sits up to look me dead in the face. “But I want it. I need it. I want the world to know I’m your wife. I just didn’t want them to think this was the way I got here today.” She looks down at her belly and rubs it.
It’s a girl…
I join her. For the first time, I feel free to adore the life inside without guilt. I learned two months ago, when Jade found out she was four months pregnant, that I love rubbing on her belly. Jade hasn’t been happy about it. It’s been a rough two months with her feeling like she disappointed herself by getting pregnant prematurely. I didn’t see it that way—still don’t. Jade and I have never used birth control. She tried to warn me about it back in January. I downplayed it, having gotten over that recklessness in our behavior after the fourth or fifth time we’d had sex without any protection.
As an athlete, going raw with anybody is a big fat no-no. With Jade, it had always been an afterthought. After my come was running out of her, like now. We went so fast and combusted without warning, it felt natural to not press her about protection. The reality of our decision came tumbling like a bag of bricks on my head when she told me she was pregnant back in March. After the initial shock, I got over it and got excited. Jade turned dark and blue. The guilt choked her and angered me. Like…a lot.
These past two months have been hard on the both of us. Our only light of distraction has been Kyree. Dude is growing so fast and nicely. I really missed him when I’d gotten back on the field. When the season finally ended for me, the first surprise we were hit with, no one saw coming: Ryshon came home unannounced. There’s been drama with that. Drama that doubled when Jade pulled away from me about this pregnancy. Drama that’s still playing in the backdrops of our minds while we’re sitting here now, enjoying the sensations from our orgasms, waiting out the time when we’ll become Mr. and Mrs. Trenton Bailey for the second time.
But no matter what, I’m ready. I’m ready for my next play in the red zone of my walk of faith. I’m ready because I’m not alone and my life is orchestrated. I’m ready because I’ve been given a partner to team with for the big score…and I’m not talking about sex. In life we all face those missed passes, impossible plays, hard falls, and tumbles. Having a partner on your team can help you rebound easier and faster. I never realized how alone I was until I intercepted her.
“You sure you’re ready?” she whispers against my shirt with her hand lodged between.
“I’m sure,” I breathe.
“Make sure you’re sure.” I can hear the emotional crackling in her voice.
The soft volume of music flowing around us. I pull her closer to me, squeezing at the hips; my cheek presses into the top of her head. I swallow hard and lick my lips. My heart is beating the wall of my chest and eyes are blissfully closed.
“My security is in my arms. I’m good.”
The End…
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~A Word from Love
Before you go…
Dear Readers,
This isn’t the end to the Connecticut Kings series. Yaaaaaaaay! Book two is Love on the Highlight Reel by my author bestie, the incomparable, Christina. C. Jones. I
t will be available in a matter of weeks from this release. We’re so excited to bring you into our crazy world of love and football!
To complete the series, continue the journey with Love on the Highlight Reel. If you could be so kind to leave an Amazon and Goodreads review for both books, it’ll help us decide if we want to continue with these characters. We love Trent, Jade, Jordan, and Cole and hope you do, too. They have more storyline and we wouldn’t mind exploring it. Your feedback will help us greatly.
#PenningWithoutParameters
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~LB
~Love Acknowledges
Researcher: Shumethia S. — Thanks for coming through again. You’re one of the most resourceful people I know. I appreciate all you do. Too bad we disagree on what’s khaki (Trent). #NoInternationalKhakiHere (insider) LOL! Christine and Christina (mother-daughter duo), thanks for helping me with the title for this book! CDW, your football 101 lessons adjusted well to my learning curve. There’s no way I could pull this off without your patient coaching and teachings. The laughs from those football education sessions didn’t hurt either. You made it sooooo much fun! Mike and Byron, thanks for your contribution and feedback for the plays.
Love’s Betas — I didn’t call on most of you because this was supposed to be a short project. But the way my long-winded story-telling mind is set up, Sabrina S. Scott and Yorubia came through with the clutch on this one. I appreciate you guys for real! Whew!
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