by Ryan Michele
His tongue begins to faintly swirl the lips of my pussy, causing me to thrust my hips. I want more, dammit.
“Stay down,” he orders.
I know he can’t hold me down like he wants to because of my belly, but I don’t test him, knowing he will find some way to do it if I don’t listen.
It takes every bit of my strength to stop myself. Thank goodness for the fucking nap. I would be a mess right now without it.
Cruz’s lips and tongue become more urgent. The pressure he uses increases as his tongue moves faster. When he sucks my clit into his mouth, I grip the sheets and scream, my orgasm so damn close. Just a little bit more and I will be right there.
My body begins to hum and throb. I want to move my hips to put his mouth where I need it, but I refrain.
A finger enters inside of me, brushing the top wall as his lips attach again to my clit. White light sears my vision. I can’t control my body as it convulses, letting each bout of electricity make its way through every cell inside of me.
Cruz doesn’t let up as he continues to stroke me inside. God, it feels so damn good. His lips move to my ass as he presses my leg back over so I’m lying once again on my side.
“I need inside that hot, wet pussy,” he says, kissing up my back then sucking the lobe of my ear between his teeth.
He raises my leg as he scoots flush behind me. Then, in one swift thrust, my man is seated inside of me, and I feel like I’m going to come again.
He grips my leg so tightly I have no doubt he will be leaving marks on me for tomorrow as he pistons in and out of my body like a damn machine.
“I fucking love your pussy around my cock.”
I moan, his dirty talk only driving me higher.
After three more thrusts, I’m frantically rubbing my clit as I come again. This one is more intense and longer as it ripples through me like water in the ocean. Fuck, that was good.
Cruz’s muscles strain. “I fucking love when you tighten around my cock.”
He pulls out, and I whimper, “Where are you going?” Even though I just came several times, I’m not ready for this shit to end yet.
“Hands and knees,” he orders.
I get into position, resting my elbows on the bed, taking the pressure off my belly just a bit.
He fills me completely and begins his strokes. His hands on my ass, he kneads the muscles there over and over again as he pounds into me. Then he takes some of my wetness from my pussy and breaches the small ring of my ass.
Fuck, I love ass play.
His finger doesn’t go far, but each nerve it sets off sends me deeper into what I know will be a hell of an orgasm.
His dick and his finger are in sync. One goes in, the other out, and it continues. His other hand wraps around my body to my clit, rubbing in fast, continuous movements that send me into overdrive. Fuck!
It’s coming at me from every angle, and I’m going to blow. I’m going to lose total control, and I know the sounds that are going to come out of my mouth will more than likely wake up the dead. But at this point, I don’t give a shit.
Higher, higher, higher, it builds. Then, all at once, his dick goes in hard as does his finger in my ass, and he smacks my clit. That’s it.
I blow, or more like implode, screaming so loudly I feel it in my throat. My body shudders almost as if I’m having a spasm attack. I can’t control any of my movements; my body does whatever the hell it wants to. I feel the tightening and the release of the pressure, my brain going into euphoria.
It takes me long moments to come back to myself, and when I do, Cruz is fucking me hard. It doesn’t take long before he pushes himself into me hard then quakes behind me, his thighs shaking on mine.
I can’t breathe. It’s like every bit of air in the room has disappeared. The more I suck in, the harder it is to find, not to mention the rawer my throat becomes.
My knees want to give out, but I can’t. With Cruz’s weight on me, I would crush my babies, and that shit’s not happening.
“Cruz,” I say through a choked, croaky breath, “I need you to roll off.”
He grunts after a couple of moments then falls to his back on the bed. I fall to my side, my legs and arms a bit tingly from the position. I place my head on Cruz’s chest, and his arm come around me. Our breathing fills the room, and I swear it sounds like a fucking porn being taped with all of it.
“I fucking love you, babe,” Cruz says, kissing the top of my head.
“Love you, too.”
“You’re mine.”
“I’ve always been yours,” I remind him.
His arm tightens. “Fuck yeah, you have.”
From the moment I met the man in the garage when he pointed a gun at my head, I knew he was something. Of course, I saw how fucking sexy he was, but it was more than that. I felt him. If I had to live through prison again just to have this happiness, I would do it in a fucking heartbeat. He’s my everything—him and my kids.
“So, is my sister a royal bitch while pregnant?” GT asks jokingly as we sit in the clubhouse. Church just got over, so we are sitting around, having a few drinks before heading home.
Princess is six months pregnant. She keeps telling me how far along she is in weeks, but that shit doesn’t work with me. Months, I can handle.
It’s strange. Princess blew up over night. Not that she’s huge, but damn, no one could mistake her for not being pregnant right now. At the last doctor’s visit, the doc said it was time for Princess to start gaining more weight because she has double the baby. She’s going to get bigger than women with single babies, but Princess seems okay with that.
The doctor also said everything is how it’s supposed to be, developing the right way. Shit, our little girl waved at us in the last ultrasound thing.
Princess has had a shitload of tests run on her, but we have been lucky that everything has come back fine.
The biggest problem with my woman is keeping her ass down. All of the sudden, this past week, she’s like a fucking machine—cleaning shit, throwing shit away, and she’s moving all the time, prepping the room for the babies, even when I see on her face that she’s tired as fuck. Regardless, she just keeps on going. In fact, she and Ma are supposed to go shopping tomorrow for all the baby shit we will need. I swear, if I have to tie her to the fucking bed to get rest, I’m going to do it.
Hell, even with Cooper, she’s running around like her ass is on fire, like she has to prove that just because she’s pregnant, it does not mean she can’t handle anything and everything that comes her way. I swear she’s losing her damn mind.
“Nah,” I respond, taking a swig of my beer.
“Liar,” GT mumbles. “My sister is always a pain in the ass. I can only imagine when she’s hyped up on hormones.”
He’s not wrong. She wants to fuck every chance we can, which I’m not complaining about, but fucking in the damn closets when Coop is around is getting old. It was hot as fuck there for a while, but it’s losing that edge. I need to spice some shit up.
“She’s not a bitch, man. Right now, she’s on a cleaning frenzy, so at least the house is together.”
GT chuckles, taking a pull from his beer. “Yeah, Casey did that shit, too. She said something about nesting or some shit. Fuck, I don’t know. This dad shit’s not easy.”
“No, it’s not.” It never has been easy, even with an easy-going kid like Coop. Easy doesn’t fit in the same category with kids.
“Anyway, Princess making you come to the baby shower?”
I look up at the ceiling and move my head from side to side. “Fuck no. I’m not doing that shit. I’ll come load everything up then haul it home and into the babies’ room. That’s my job.”
Princess asked if I wanted to go, but then laughed hysterically at whatever look crossed my face. She was joking. I’m not into that shower shit.
“You doing well with Deke?” I ask.
We talk on occasion when he needs to. He had a rough go at it after Deke was born. He had ne
ver held a baby, let alone had to take care of one. It was an entirely different world he was introduced to. I found it fucking funny as shit.
He shook his head. “I love the kid, but the shit that comes out of his ass is disgusting.” I smirk. “Fuck. Shit, clean; shit, clean. Finally, I just hand him over to Angel. I’ll be glad when diaper days are over.”
I shake my head, remembering Cooper when he was that little. I didn’t mind changing him. I didn’t get to see him all the time, so I took whatever I had, even if it was changing his shit.
“Aw, are we having a heart to heart here?” Dagger strolls up, grabbing a chair, turning it around, and parking his ass on it.
“Shut the fuck up,” both GT and I say in unison as Tug and Rhys make their way over.
I lift my chin to them.
“What’s Dagger done now?” Rhys growls.
I swear all that man does is growl, even with him getting pussy regularly now.
I shake my head.
“Ah, I’m just givin’ ’em shit. So fucking happy I’m not doing that baby shit.” Dagger shakes his head.
“Blaze’s knocked up.” Tug throws us a curveball. “She’s not ready to tell people, but I am.”
“Congratulations, brother,” I tell him as the others join in.
“Looks like y’all are making the next generation of the Ravage family,” Pops says, walking up and slapping Tug on the shoulder.
Tug smiles. “Fuck yeah.”
“I already told Princess my girl is wearing a fucking chastity belt, and I’m killing any motherfucker who goes near her,” I warn.
Pops laughs. “I said that same shit, and look where it got me.” His eyes light up with humor at me.
Fuck me, I’m going to have my damn hands full, especially if my little girl is anything like Princess.
“Fuck,” I groan.
“I’m teaching her to fight,” GT says, and I raise my brow at him. “What? I taught my sister. Who better to teach my niece?”
I glare. “I don’t know, maybe her father.”
“Get the cob out of your ass,” GT says.
“All right, let’s get the fuck out of here and go home. It’s dinner time, and I’m fucking hungry,” Pops says.
We drink the last of our beers then head out the door.
I hop on my bike, wondering what the hell I will be walking into with my woman when I get there.
My body doesn’t feel like my own anymore. No, it’s consumed by two little beings who are totally taking over my life. Not that I’m upset about that in any way, but they are taking every bit of energy I have.
I have been working my ass off in the house, trying to get it ready, knowing at any time, these two are going to shut me down hard. The doctor told me to rest, but she doesn’t have Cooper to take care of and a baby room to get ready, including all the baby stuff.
Tomorrow is the baby shower that Casey, Blaze, Tanner, and Ma put together. I know we will get tons of shit. Of course, we need it, but I need to make sure the babies’ room is together enough to put everything inside of it and not scattered around the house.
Cruz has been great. I’m sure he thinks I’m going mental, even though I have explained things to him over and over again, but he’s a man. Sometimes, things don’t sink in the first seven times, and you need to do an eighth.
Ma picked Cooper up from school today so we can go to the doctors. At twenty-six weeks pregnant, I already feel like I’m ready to pop.
I’m not going to lie. I have been putting that stretch mark lotion on my belly. I’m pretty sure it doesn’t work, but I’m willing to try anything. I have never been a vain person, but as I watch my body expand to epic proportions, I can’t help letting the nerves get the best of me. I will do anything for my babies—don’t get me wrong—but I want to come out on the other side of this looking like me.
I was really lucky my first few months not to have the throw-up shit like Casey did, but I do have the heartburn. I have to watch what I eat because I have no clue what sets it off. I talked to the doctor, and she thought maybe it was my gallbladder, considering the location of the pain. However, after tests, she says it’s only heartburn, and Tums is all I can take.
“You ready?” Cruz comes out of the bathroom, his hair wet from a shower, in jeans, a black shirt, and his leather. Fuck, he looks good. My libido picks up. “Babe?” he questions, raising his brow. He knows exactly what I want. “Fuck. Quick.”
I strip off my pants, ones that are way too big yet were the only ones I could find that fit around my belly.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” Cruz groans, and my clit pulses as wetness coats me.
I love that he sees me this way—carrying his children, large, but still beautiful to him. That is the best.
“Hands on the top of the couch.”
We have had to get seriously inventive with sex. No missionary, that was for damn sure. Lying on my back is a no-go, and Cruz on top of me just doesn’t fucking work.
I place my hands on the couch, shaking my ass in invitation. His hand slides up the inside of my thigh to my clit. “Fuck, I love how wet you are for me, but no time to play.” He rams his cock in my body, and I grip the couch as it moves a bit from the thrust.
Cruz isn’t gentle, and that is fine with me. He takes me hard and fast. Before I can even think, I’m coming hard, and Cruz is releasing inside of me.
He pulls out and his come leaks from my body. Shit.
“I’ve gotta clean up,” I tell him, moving quickly to the bathroom where I clean up, and then we are out the door in a shot.
We are late getting to the doctor’s office, but I don’t give a shit. I needed to come, and he obviously didn’t mind.
The doctor finishes with the ultrasound again. It’s awesome seeing my little babies up on the screen, and I love getting those little black and white pictures that you can barely tell what’s what. I can, though, and that’s all that matters.
“All right, we need to talk about a few things.”
My heart skips a beat as my eyes fly to Cruz. This can’t be good. Shit, what the hell is wrong?
“Your blood pressure is high. We need to watch that. If it stays high, you have a very high chance of developing preeclampsia, which is when the placenta doesn’t get enough blood flow, and that’s not good. With twins, the risk of it is higher because of all the stress going on with not a lot of room inside you.”
My pulse picks up.
“Right now, I’m just watching it. I want you to come back in two days and get your blood pressure checked again. If it’s high then, I’m going to admit you into the hospital for some tests. Chances are, if you rest, your babies and you will be just fine. But there is a risk of having severe preeclampsia. In that case, you will be admitted to the hospital and not let out until the babies are born.”
“I’ll do whatever I have to do,” is out of my lips before I have time to think about Cooper, Cruz, anyone other than me and the babies. I didn’t intend for it to be selfish, but the pit in my stomach feels like a rock. I hate that. I didn’t intend that. I just want to protect my babies.
“Doc, she won’t sit the fuck down. She’s running around like it’s the end of the fucking world if the babies’ room isn’t perfect, throwing out shit we don’t need from boxes that haven’t been touched since she moved in. She’s also at X, working when Cooper is at school. Unless you want me to duct tape her ass to the couch, you better give her some serious instructions, because I’m not fucking kidding.”
I glare at Cruz, and he raises his eyebrow in challenge.
I know he’s right, damn him, but from the stern look on the doctor’s face, I know I’m about ready to hear it.
“Do I need to put you on bed rest? And I’m talking about not getting up for anything except to pee. That’s where this is going, Harlow. That is the seriousness of the situation. This is why I’m having you come back in two days, not two weeks. You need to understand this for your babies and yourself.”
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sp; I feel like I’m a damn kid again being scolded by Ma.
“I get it.” This isn’t a blow-off answer, either. I really do. “I’ll do whatever needs to be done.”
“Good,” she says, and I can tell she gets me.
“The ol’ ladies are giving her a shower tomorrow,” Cruz says, not skipping a beat. “Should I have them cancel it?” He’s all business, but I expect nothing else from him, even if he’s being an overbearing jerkface.
“She can go. Make sure she sits comfortably without a lot of moving.”
“Got it.” Cruz pulls out his phone and starts texting.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Letting it be known what the doc said, making sure shit’s in place for tomorrow.” Taking care of business, he doesn’t say, but should have. “I’m not fucking around, Princess. If you don’t stop this shit, I’ll make it stop.”
Anger fills me. “I fucking get it, Cruz. I’m not going to fuck with our babies’ lives.” Each word comes through gritted teeth, and if I could have reached for his balls, I swear I would have twisted them to emphasize my fucking point. Ass. “Don’t treat me like a fucking child.”
“Then don’t fucking act like one,” he says, which only stirs the bubble inside.
“All right. Enough,” the doctor steps in, surprising us both. “This right here”—she points between Cruz and me—“isn’t happening. No fighting, no arguing. Right now, I can see in Harlow’s face her blood pressure’s rising. None of that is good.”
Cruz’s chest rises and falls like he’s taking in deep breaths. Subconsciously, I feel my body doing the same thing. Each muscle in my body that was so tight just a second ago begins to relax.
Cruz stands and comes to my side of the bed, wrapping his arm around my shoulders as he rests his lips on my head. “I just don’t want anything happening to you or the babies. We’ve got this. I just need you to listen to the doctor.”
“I know. I get it. Got it. I’ll rest more. I’ll talk to Blaze and get X situated and have Ma get the house together. I’ve got help. I’m just not used to asking for it,” I huff out. “I’ve always taken care of everything on my own, so this shit is hard for me, but I’m doing it, Cruz. Don’t worry,” I tell him, and he squeezes me before kissing me again then taking his seat.
