by A. M. Myers
“This is cute. Where did you get it?”
“Tate gave it to me.”
He nods, setting it down on the bed. “That’s cool. Did you tell her that we’re trying?”
“Wyatt,” I breathe, raising my eyebrows as I stare at him, hoping he’ll get the hint. God, men are clueless. He shakes his head and I point to the bag. “There’s one more thing in there.”
Reaching into the bag again, he pulls out the pregnancy test and his eyes widen as he stares down at it before his eyes lock with mine and his lips part. “Are you…?”
“Yeah,” I whisper, tears welling up in my eyes as I nod my head and a huge grin spreads across his face as he jumps up and pulls me back onto the bed with him. I laugh as he plants kisses all over my face before finding his way to my lips as his hand slips into my hair. He pulls back and stares down into my eyes.
“We’re having a baby?”
I nod. “We’re having a baby.”
“I love you,” he says, his voice soft and full of love as he looks up at me and the Wyatt of the past two weeks is gone. The man staring back at me is mine, the one who vowed to always be there to catch me and follow me to the ends of the earth if I ever ran again. I nudge his nose with mine and he seizes the opportunity to claim my lips once more as his hand drifts down and grabs my ass, pulling me against him. His erection presses into my hip and in an instant, heat flushes through my body. I moan, grabbing his t-shirt and trying to pull him closer as my skin tingles with need so strong that I don’t think I’ll survive. His lips slip down my neck, sending a wave of goose bumps across my skin and I whisper his name.
“Fuck, baby,” he growls, rolling me to my back as he looms over me, the muscles in his arms popping out as he leans down to nip at my bottom lip.
God, my husband is so fucking hot.
Gripping his t-shirt, I start pulling it over his head and he pulls back just enough to slip it off before he leans down again and presses his lips to mine. He hooks his hands around the back of my neck and brushes his thumb over my cheek, his kiss demanding but full of love and devotion. It’s a perfect mix of the boy I first fell in love with under the oak trees and the man he is now.
“I need you, Wyatt. Now.”
He grins and reaches between us to unbutton my jeans. “If this is going to be what you’re like when you’re pregnant, I wholeheartedly approve.”
“Note taken. Now, fuck me.” I am desperate for him and I’ve never gotten this turned on, this fast in my entire life. My entire body is on fire and my pussy is throbbing with need as I imagine him sinking into me. He jumps up and shoves his jeans down his legs, his cock springing free. I stare at him and lick my lips before slipping off the bed and dropping to my knees in front of him.
“Piper,” he groans when I wrap my hand around his length and lick the tip. As I take him into my mouth, I glance up just in time to see him drop his head back and blow out a harsh breath. God, I want to watch him fall apart because of my touch, I want to see him lose it before he throws me back on the bed and fucks me, hard and fast, until I can’t walk anymore. With those thoughts swirling around in my head, I take him to the back of my throat, massaging him with my tongue before pulling back. Before I reach the tip, I suck him back into my mouth quickly and he grabs a chunk of my hair, gripping it tightly as his groan echoes around the bedroom. When I pull back this time, I suck and graze his skin with my teeth just under the head and he pulls back sharply, grabbing me and pulling me to my feet. “You’re teasing me today.”
I arch a brow. “Why don’t you do something about it?”
Heat flares in his eyes at the challenge and he grins as he spins me around and rips my shirt over my head. Next my bra hits the floor before he moves to my jeans and peels them down my legs. When he gets to my panties, he pulls on them until the sound of fabric ripping fills the air. He drags his lips up my neck before he places his hand against my spine and presses on my back until the top half of my body hits the mattress. Gripping my hips, he presses his cock against my entrance and applies just enough pressure to make me gasp before he pulls back.
“Wyatt,” I whine and he laughs.
“Not so fun when someone else does it to you, is it?”
I try to move my hips back into him but he holds me steady and I poke my bottom lip out. “Please.”
“Only ‘cause you said please,” he whispers, bending over me and brushing his lips over my ear. I shudder and he surges forward, piercing my core and stretching me as I grip the blanket underneath me and cry out. When he pulls back, I try to follow him and he laughs in my ear again. “You want rough tonight, babe?”
I nod. “Yes.”
“You sure you’ll be okay?” he asks, his voice softer than a moment ago and I realize he is worried about hurting the baby. My heart cracks wide open with my love for this incredible man and I nod. He presses a sweet kiss to my cheek before pulling back and slamming into me with a grunt of pleasure that sends a jolt of pleasure straight between my legs. Squeezing my eyes shut, I lose myself in the sensation, the drag and pull of his cock inside me, the zap of pleasure as he buries himself to the hilt and the ache when he pulls away, leaving me empty. My head swims as pressure builds in my belly and I know I’m not going to last much longer. With a firm grip on my hips, he continues his demanding pace as he presses his lips to my shoulder. A bite of pain comes next as his teeth sink into my skin and he groans, the vibrations of it making my pussy clench around him.
“Goddamn it, Pip,” he groans, rolling his forehead across my back as his fingers tighten at my sides. “Fuck. I love you.”
“I love you,” I cry, nodding as my body barrels toward release, every inch of my skin tingling and my heart pounding in my chest.
“I want you to come all over my cock, baby. Remind us both who the hell you belong to.”
I shake my head as my belly tightens and my muscles shake in anticipation. “It’s always you, Wyatt.”
“Do it, now,” he orders, nipping at my ear and I cry out again, hands splayed out on the mattress and one slides forward like I’m reaching for my orgasm as I start falling apart beneath him. “Come for me, baby. I want to feel your tight little pussy gripping my cock.”
“Wyatt!” I scream as the coil tightens to the point of breaking and just when I think it’s going to snap, my release rolls through me, wave after wave of pleasure shaking my body. Wyatt groans behind me, his fingers digging into my hips as his body shudders and his release spills inside of me with another long, drawn out groan. Both of us gasp for air, dazed by the strength of it all - the sex, our connection, our love - and when he finally pulls out of me and rolls me over to my back, I smile up at him, completely sated. For the time being…
“I love you.”
He drops his lips to mine, kissing me like he’s desperate for something, like I might disappear at any second and my heart aches from the pain I feel rolling off of him. What is going on with him and how the hell do I help him?
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Wyatt
“Piper,” I call, pulling my gaze away from the baseball game on TV to lean back in the couch and glance down the hallway to our bedroom where Piper is getting ready for her first baby doctor appointment. She has been back there for damn near an hour, though and I don’t know what the hell she’s doing. “We’ve got to go, baby.”
“Just a second.”
Sighing, I shake my head. “We’re going to miss our appointment.”
“One second, Wyatt,” she calls, a trace of irritation in her voice and I can’t help but smile. In the two days since Piper told me she was pregnant, I have become very well aquatinted with her new dramatic mood swings, random bouts of morning sickness, and insatiable sex drive but I’m not complaining about that last part one bit. Hell, I’m not complaining about any of it because I am just so damn happy that I have my wife here and that we are finally starting our family. It’s everything we have ever wanted but those dark thoughts still creep in way more than
I would like since I have even more to lose now.
My mind drifts to the phone call I got a few days ago from the hotel and I scrub my hand over my face. I have spent the last three days either following Piper all around town or watching the GPS obsessively to make sure she is not running from me. She seems good, though. But that only confuses me more. Why the hell is she making hotel reservations for a city three thousand miles away if she is so damn happy? Or is she just that good at hiding that she is falling apart? I’ve got to stop doing this, watching her every move and overthinking every damn thing or it is going to destroy us.
“Ready,” she says from behind me and I turn my head to look at her. The pale pink floral dress she is wearing hits her mid-thigh, showing off her long, sexy legs and the v-neck molds to her chest, showing everyone a peek of what is mine. I growl, shaking my head as I turn back to the TV.
“You’re not wearing that.”
She scoffs. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me,” I say, spinning back around and meeting her heated glare. “You can't wear that.”
“Just who the hell do you think you are, Wyatt Landry? I’ll damn well wear whatever the hell I feel like.”
Turning the TV off, I jump up from the couch and stalk across the living room to her before shaking my head as I run my fingers down her chest where the fabric ends. “I do not want every man in Baton Rouge seeing my wife like this.”
“Well, we’re just going to the doctor so it won't be every man and what does it matter?” she asks, crossing her arms over her chest as she arches a brow in challenge. The move pushes her tits up even more and makes the damn neckline even more obscene. “I'm not showing anything inappropriate and at the end of the day, I'm going home with you so let them look.”
Maybe I should just let it go but the thought of a bunch of guys looking at her makes me feel crazy. Does she want someone to see? Does she enjoy the attention? Shaking my head, I plant my feet and cross my arms, mirroring her pose.
“Baby, we’re going to an OB’s office. There will be plenty of guys there and there is no way in hell I want them seeing your tits.”
She rolls her eyes. “You can’t see my tits and I’m wearing this dress. Get over it.
“Absolutely not.”
“Do you really think you can stop me?”
I grin down at her because, in my head, I can already see where this is going to go. She is going to challenge me and when I don’t back down, we’ll end up back in the bedroom, missing our appointment but ask me if I really care.
Spoiler alert, I don’t.
Or hell, maybe I’ll just throw her down right here on the living room floor and take her until both of us are too tired to do anything else. Either option works for me since I will have her moaning my name all damn night. She takes a step toward me and narrows her eyes but they shine with excitement, telling me all I need to know as my cock presses against my jeans.
Fuck.
This is going to be fun.
“Don’t you dare give me that look, Landry. I’m horny enough as it is and we have an appointment to get to.” She slips past me before I can catch her and I shake my head as I turn to see her grabbing her purse off of the table.
“I’m serious, Pip. You’re not going in that dress.”
She spins to face me, planting her hands on her hips as she glares. “You listen to me, I’m fucking tired all of the goddamn sudden, my boobs are fucking aching, it’s ten a.m. and it’s already ninety fucking degrees outside so I’m wearing this dress and if you keep arguing with me, I will chop your dick clean off and bury it in the yard. Let’s. Go.”
“Shit,” I whisper, shaking my head. “At least put a damn sweater on.”
“Ninety fucking degrees, Wyatt!” she yells, opening the front door and marching out without another word and without a sweater. Shaking my head, I run my hand through my hair.
Remember those mood swings I was talking about?
Jesus Christ.
Swiping my keys off of the table, I grab her sweater off of the hook and follow her out. As I climb behind the wheel of the Bronco, she sulks in the passenger seat and I pass her the sweater but she just looks at it, refusing to take it. Rolling my eyes, I drop it onto the seat next to me. Her skirt rides up slightly but I ignore it as I pull the truck out of the driveway and reach across the seat, holding my hand out to her.
“You gonna be mad at me all day, baby?”
Her gaze flicks to me. “That depends. Are you gonna be a stubborn ass all damn day?”
“No, I’m done.”
Sighing, she slips her hand into mine and as I feel the tension leave her body, I pull her across the seat to me. She cuddles into my side and I press my lips to the top of her head, savoring the smell of her honeysuckle perfume. I’ve been acting like a maniac lately - extra possessive, over the top jealous, and not willing to let her out of my sight - and I know she doesn’t deserve this but I can’t shake this fear that I’m going to lose her. The worst part is, I don’t know how it’s going to happen so I feel like I have to cover all of my bases but it’s making me lose my mind and no matter how much she reassures me that she is good and that she is here to stay, I can’t help but think the worst.
“You ever been to Seattle, baby?” I ask and she looks up at me with a scowl on her face, her eyes searching mine.
“Seattle? No, why?”
I shrug. “Just wondering.”
“Well, if you’re planning a trip or something, pick somewhere else. I don’t want to go on vacation to a place that rains all the damn time.”
“Note taken,” I mutter as my mind spins. Is she lying to me? All this time that I’ve been following her, I haven’t seen anything that would make me think she is planning to leave me but that just leaves me with more questions. If she has nothing to do with the flowers at her work and the reservations in Seattle, then who could it be? As I stare out at the road in front of us, a theory pops into my mind and it’s so ridiculous that I shake my head but it still nags at me.
What if it’s the same person threatening the club?
“What are you thinking so hard about over there?” Piper asks and I glance down at her, forcing a smile to my face.
“Nothing, babe.”
I can feel her gaze on me as I glance up at the road again. “You doing okay?”
“Yeah, baby. I’m great,” I lie, hoping the smile I flash her this time is more convincing as I slow down and turn into the parking lot of the doctor’s office. She sighs but doesn’t say anything. I turn the truck off and get out of the truck before turning to help her down and she remains silent as she takes my hand. The silence makes me fucking nervous and I resist the urge to twitch as we walk into the doctor’s office and Piper walks up to the window.
“Can I help you?”
Piper smiles. “Yes. I have an appointment at ten thirty.”
“Piper Landry?”
Piper nods and the receptionist tells her she is all checked in and to have a seat in the waiting room. She doesn’t even glance back at me and I follow behind her, wishing I could get my shit together but I don’t see that happening anytime soon.
“Hey, babe,” I say and she stops, glancing back at me. I pull my phone out of my pocket and hold it up. “I’m gonna go make a quick phone call.”
“Just don’t take too long.”
Nodding, I turn away from her and walk back outside as I dial Streak’s number and put the phone to my ear. His annoyed groan greets me.
“What?”
I laugh. “Morning, sunshine.”
“Oh, shove it up your ass, Fuzz. I was up until five in the morning going over those fucking cases.”
“Speaking of which, you got anything new on those?”
“What the fuck do you think?” There is a pause before something crashes on his end of the line. “Jesus fuck. I mean, this is fucking hopeless. You know that, right? I’ve combed through these cases, you’ve combed through these cases, and I’m just not seeing anythin
g that will help us. I talked to Rodriguez again today but he’s just as stumped as we are.”
Blowing out a breath, I run my hand through my hair. “Yeah…”
“I mean, there is evidence but it’s like only the evidence he wanted us to find. It’s just enough to drive us crazy but not nearly enough to get us anywhere.”
“I know what you mean.”
“Like, how the fuck do we find him if all we have to go on are the breadcrumbs he wanted us to find? He’s leading us in goddamn circles and I’m losing my shit over here.”
I lean against the wall of the office and drop my head back. “I know what you mean. Pretty sure I’m single handedly ruining my relationship.”
“That sucks, dude. I actually like Piper. She’s good for you.”
“Yeah…” I mutter as the idea I had in the truck pops into my mind. “Hey, do you think this guy would meddle in our lives? Like send our women flowers and make fake hotel reservations?”
He scoffs. “At this point, I don’t even know how to answer that. We know about the girls but he has probably been messing with us in other ways that we don’t even know about. Who knows what he’s actually done.”
“Right,” I reply. It’s the answer I wanted but it doesn’t make me feel any better. “All right, man. I gotta get back inside before the doctor calls Piper back.”
“Whoa. Is she okay?”
I grin, remembering his reaction to Tate’s news at our housewarming party. “Yeah. We just found out she’s pregnant.”
“Motherfuckers. All of you,” he says before hanging up the phone and I laugh as I slip it back into my pocket and walk back into the office.
“Piper,” a woman in pink scrubs calls from an open door as soon as I step inside and I glance over at Piper as she stands up. Relief washes over her face when her eyes meet mine and we meet halfway across the waiting room, locking our hands together as we stop in front of the nurse. She smiles at us and turns. “Follow me, please.”
We trail behind her and after she takes Piper’s weight and blood pressure, she leads us back to a room with a table, two chairs, and a desk. As I sit down in the chair, she hands Piper a paper gown.
