“Nice babe,” I say but I am a little worried as to where my stuff is.
She sighs and pulls away from me, lifting up the centerpiece and showing me my record player nestled inside. Then pulling open the cabinet below I see my records neatly placed in the space, opening the side doors to reveal speakers. She looks back at me with hopefulness, and bites her lip while waiting for my reaction.
“Wow.” It’s all I can say as I walk over, checking out the setup. Leaning down I grab a record and put it on the turntable, before gently setting the needle down on the vinyl. The music booms from the speakers and I smile, looking over at Skye who’s still looking at me like I might not like this.
“Well?”
“This is-this is the best gift anyone has ever given me,” I tell her, pulling her to me and we begin to slow dance to the sound of Billy Holiday. I squeeze her tight and truly mean the words I’ve just said, never have I received a gift more meaningful.
“I bet you say that to all the girls,” she teases, looking up at me, resting her chin on my sternum.
“No…just the girl I love.”
19
Skye’s reaction to me proclaiming my love to her left her looking up at me with wide eyes, her mouth opening and closing which made me chuckle.
“That means…you love me?” she asks, looking up at me with wide eyes.
“Yes, I do,” I smile, lacing her fingers with mine.
Her expression changes as her eyes soften, and she lifts up to kiss my lips softly. She doesn’t have to say it back, but when she does, I know it will be the right time for her. I’m sure she feels it too, but knowing Skye, she doesn’t want to say it back right now as an immediate reply to me. She’s probably thinking it as I deepen the kiss, slipping my tongue in between her lips. We stop dancing and I let go of her hands, bringing mine up to the straps of her thin linen top. Pulling the straps down as the dainty material slowly loosens, and I have to pull at the hem to reveal her tits.
My hands run down her chest to toy with her nipples and she groans into my mouth, instantly getting me erect. I push my hips against her, her fingertips slip inside the front waistband of my underwear. Skye’s small hand wraps around my base and pulls up, her fingers don’t reach around me completely, but her fist is tight and I grunt as she slips over the sensitive head.
“You’re so big,” she whispers. “I dreamt about your cock after the time in the woods, and I’d wake up so wet that I needed to fuck myself.”
Jesus Christ, this pregnancy shit really did things to my girl’s mouth too apparently. The thought of her doing this shoots through my balls, and I remember how I would jerk off to thinking of her coming from me sucking her tits.
“But my fingers wouldn’t compare to you inside me,” she sucks on my lower lip. “Pinching my nipples,” she adds, “I tried everything to get myself off like you did.”
Pre-cum moistens my cock head, and I feel her thumb rub back and forth over it.
“I tried the shower attachment, a vibrator, porn. But nothing worked. I just needed your mouth.”
My hands pinch her nipples hard and she gasps, I pull my head back to look down at her. Eyes closed with a small smile on her lips as she continues to pump me, and feel my rough fingers on her tender flesh.
“Your hands,” she shudders.
Running her tongue over her lower lip, she leans up and presses her lips to my ear, and with every upstroke of her hand she says slowly, “Your…big…cock…inside…me…fucking…me…until…I…came…so…hard…I saw…stars.”
I moan and begin thrusting my hips towards her, her eyes looking up at me. Does she even know what she’s doing to me? Of course, she does, I like this side effect of pregnancy.
“So you want me to do that again?” I ask.
Before she can answer, I turn her around and shove her dress up. She has no panties on and I plunge my cock inside her, she’s soaking wet and I use my legs to widen her stance.
“Mmm, yes, do that to me again,” she gasps.
I push her upper body down over the arm of the couch, leaving my hand spread between her shoulder blades, my other hand on her hip to hold her in place.
“Use your hands to open for me,” I demand.
Watching as she reaches back to spread her ass cheeks apart, giving me not only a view of her small puckered hole, but an unobstructed view of her body taking in my dick. I know I have a huge penis, but I look even larger sinking inside her small pussy. Her body shakes as her insides clamp around me, her moans growing louder as she finds release. My body hunches over hers as I come moments later. Resting my forehead on her lower back, my hips slowing. We both breathe deeply and then I stand, pulling her up with me.
“Oh shit, were we supposed to do that?” I ask. “I mean with the baby, you over the couch like that?”
Skye giggles slightly before turning to face me, she looks down at my lips before looking back up at me and nods.
“Yeah, it’s okay for you to fuck me bent over things, Nathan.”
“But-”
She puts her finger over my lips and raises her brows.
“You just worry about not being aware of anything other than making me come.”
I bite the tip of her finger before she pulls away, pushing her dress down to the floor and walking buck-naked up to our room, where we stay the rest of the evening.
The last few weeks since Skye moved her things in have been…interesting. I’ve never lived with someone who wasn’t a member of my family, so the unexpected times I can just grab Skye and fuck her anywhere I want, is a new development in my life. Not that I consider myself a messy person by any means, I clean up after I eat and do laundry, but according to Skye…I’m a total boy.
I have no idea what that means, except she usually says it after she’s picked up my underwear from the floor and when I leave the toilet seat up. Sometimes she says nothing about it, so I’m unclear if this is also a pregnancy thing, a short fuse to annoyance. When I sense she is annoyed I usually try to take her mind off whatever it is, which usually involves her pussy in some way.
We’ve fallen into a bit of a routine. Most mornings we head to work together, if I know I won’t be leaving when she does, we ride separately. We find time between customers to check in, and even take lunches most days together, unless Missy comes and takes her out. After work Skye always goes to yoga, so even though her stomach is getting a little bigger, the rest of her is staying sleek and trim. Which pisses Maven off, because she’s in the ‘huge’ phase of being pregnant, according to her, not me. One of us makes dinner, usually me since I cook while she’s at class, and eat together when she gets home. Followed by both of us going our separate ways, Skye to paint and me to continue on the house.
It’s a settling feeling knowing I’m not here alone, and I can’t remember how it was before when I was always alone. Then to end the night, we shower together and then go to bed. We don’t make love every night, sometimes Skye isn’t into it, or sometimes I’m…no, never mind, I’m always into it. On those nights, she cuddles me and we talk before falling asleep, then get up to the same thing the next day. It’s strange being domestic really; I never pictured myself slipping into this role as easily as I did.
Yes, it was something I craved, but this was more than I ever dreamed it would me. Even for Skye who lived with assface, I think she reveled in the freedom she has with me. Last Sunday dinner we announced our baby news. People who didn’t know that Skye and I were involved other than just being roommates, seemed a little confused. When we turned up to work Monday, it was all anyone asked me about, along with congratulations to both of us.
I grab my case from the bedroom closet and bring it downstairs with me, my boots heavy and loud on the wooden steps. Skye should be home any minute and I want this set up by then, there is no way in hell I’m letting her talk her way out of this. I place the case on the kitchen counter, leaving it open, making sure the accessories are also all
there.
The truck comes up the driveway and I head to the side door as Skye walks up the steps, her head pops up and she smiles at me. She’s wearing those tight ass, skin-like top and pants, and my dick twitches. Her tits are a bit firmer now, not larger just, more. Her ass has gotten juicier too, she claims it’s from the tacos I keep getting her for lunch, but I don’t mind, I fucking love it. Since I like to make my woman know how much I appreciate her, I often give it a smack, or a pinch, or a palming …which she plays like she doesn’t like, but I know she really loves it.
“How was bending class?” I ask.
“Bendy,” she replies.
I take her bag and set it on the chair beside the door, and she follows behind me to the kitchen. I stop just in front of the counter, and move slightly so she can see the case sitting there. She steps back a second, like it’s just scared her, so I take her hand and gently guide her closer.
“I’m going to show you how to load this, aim and shoot. This is usually in our room but I’m moving it down here to the junk drawer in the kitchen, I want it to be close if you ever need it.”
Her eyes are transfixed on the gun, and I know she doesn’t want to do this, but I need her to.
“You can’t shoot off a live round, but you can load it, then we’ll do the rest with no ammo-”
“Why can’t I fire it?” she asks, looking up at me finally.
“Because you’re pregnant. I Googled it, and-”
“You Googled it?” she asks, her voice going all soft and dreamy.
“Yes, and the books say you shouldn’t when you’re pregnant, too loud or some shit.”
Skye smiles at me before looking back at the gun.
“I don’t like this,” she says raising her hands. “I mean, in the house, they freak me out.”
With my index finger, I tuck some of her hair behind her ear and say, “You have to be able to defend yourself.”
“Yeah but,” she stops, stepping away, “I have an order of protection-” she says.
“So what, Tyler’s gonna come in here with a gun, and you’re going to hold the piece of paper with the order on it over your face? That won’t fucking protect you,” my voice raising and Skye looks down at her hands.
I step closer and slip the gun into her hand.
“But this will. I know Dornan will need me to go out of town sometimes, and I won’t be here,” my voice softening as I rest my forehead against hers. “I don’t want to worry about this when I’m not here.”
I can practically hear her thinking. Slowly she lets out a breath, before tightening her fingers around the gun.
“Okay, okay, I will.”
We spend the rest of the evening doing what I told her I would. At first her fingers fumbled with the bullets, her hand shaking as she took the safety off, and stopped breathing as she aimed and pulled the trigger. The more we did it, the less scared she seemed, but still it was about the last thing she wanted to be doing. I left the loaded gun in a drawer in the kitchen so Skye would be able to reach it and if she ever needed to use it, all she had to do was turn off the safety.
The fear that Tyler would come for her was something I couldn’t control, the more I thought about it, the more it plagued me. I took a little comfort in knowing she was familiar with the gun now, but still. Knowing he had attacked her in broad daylight, and so brutally, had me thinking that next time she might not be able to get to the gun at all.
After we ate dinner I showed her a few moves she could do if someone walked up behind her, or how to maneuver her body out of a hold. Taking in consideration she was pregnant, we didn’t get too rough, but still I needed her to know these things. An even bigger fear is he’d find her after we had our baby, and he’d try to hurt both of them. My hunt to find that asshole through Chilly, became my mission. If I could find him before he found her, then all would be fine. But still, he was a ghost we weren’t able to track down.
That night, Skye went to bed before me as I finished some of the drywalling for the sun room. It was hot out so the windows were open, I didn’t have any music playing, so the house was abnormally quiet aside from the crickets outside. When I was picking my tools up from the floor, I heard a noise and froze, my ears on high alert due to what I thought I’d heard. Then another scream emanated from upstairs I took off, taking two steps at a time before reaching our bedroom. Skye is tangled in the sheets, her arms and legs flailing as she screams again.
“Babe, Skye! Wake up!” I yell as I grab her shoulders and shake her body.
Her head moves from side to side as she groans, her hands pushing at me.
“Skye,” I say softer as I pull her into my chest, and immobilize her by wrapping my arms tightly around her body. She jerks awake and looks up at me, eyes wild and panicked.
“It’s okay.”
I’m breathing hard and can barely get the words out. She’s shaking as her eyes fill with frustrated tears. She raises her hands to cover her face, and I let her have that moment to collect herself.
“God,” she growls, pulling her hands down, and I see she’s mad. “I want this shit to stop,” she gasps in between swiping angrily at her tears.
I run my hand down her hair as my other hand rests on her thigh, trying to ignore that the bottom of her thin white nighty is pushed up and exposing all of her legs, while the front dips low and barely covers her nipples.
“I think with the gun and all that today, I just want him to not be in my head anymore.”
I want to say I know, but I don’t know. Other than dealing with my parent’s deaths and the suicide of my brother, I could never imagine someone doing something so brutally personal to me, that it would torment me like this has to her.
“I’m doing everything in my power to make sure you don’t ever see him again. I swear, he won’t get to you and soon it will be over,” I vow.
Skye shakes her head, more to clear the fog of memories than at my words. I rise from the bed and walk to my dresser, pulling the top drawer open and slipping my hand under my clean socks. Retrieving a small white box, I carry it back to the bed and resume my place in front of her. Holding the box for her to take, she looks up at me with watery eyes then back down at it, a questioning look on her face.
“I got this for you.”
Her small hand takes it as the other lifts the lid, and her eyes widen. Again, she looks up at me, and back down to the contents of the box.
“Nathan,” she gasps.
Lifting the rustic bronze bracelet with a dream catcher attached from the box, her fingers tracing over the charm.
“I know it won’t stop your dreams, but maybe if you wake up and I’m not here-”
“I’ll look at it and know you’re with me,” she finishes in a dreamy voice. “This is beautiful,” she comments before holding it out to me.
I slip it on her small wrist and she admires it before leaning in and kissing my lips.
“I’ll never take it off,” she whispers in my ear.
20
I’m sitting in the Plantain Diner waiting for Missy, it’s Wednesday and I haven’t seen her for almost two weeks. Last Sunday, Nathan and I got a little preoccupied and never made it out of bed and didn’t attend dinner. My head pops up when I hear the bell over the door chime and in she enters and walks over, looking frazzled because she’s late, and she kisses my cheek before sitting.
“Sorry, sorry,” she sighs as she sits. “Sven just can’t keep his hands off me,” she winks and I roll my eyes.
Her eyes catch on my bracelet, pulling my hand towards her to admire my new jewelry.
“This is gorgeous.”
“Nathan got it for me.”
“Speaking of,” she says before taking a sip of the water sitting on the table. “How’s your hunka hunka burning love?” With a wiggle of her eyebrows, “and is it weird that I still have to remind myself that Drag is Nathan?”
“Good, he’s good,” I laugh.
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p; “How are things between you?”
“Amazing,” I can’t help but smile but I find myself doing that a lot lately when I think about Nathan. “We’re getting in the swing of things ya know? I told you I moved into the main house, right?” I ask.
“Noooo,” she says with wide eyes.
I nod.
“Yeah, I thought I’d have a harder time or something, I don’t know. After Tyler, I wanted independence like I had before him, I thought that’s what I needed. But when Nathan asked me, it just felt…” I trail off thinking of the right word.
“Right,” Missy says with a smile.
“Yes,” I smile back. “I feel like him and I were meant to be…is that weird?”
Missy shakes her head.
“I always think when you know you know. When you meet the one it just makes sense, even if it doesn’t seem like it should, it just does.”
The feelings I get inside when I think of Nathan, and the life path were going down, sets me at ease. I don’t think about the past, or Tyler, or anything. Just being happy, making him happy, and focusing on the life we’re starting together.
“For once I know I can start thinking about the future, planning. I’ve never done that before.”
“I knew when you showed me the house, before you looked at it, knowing Nathan lived there, that it was meant to be,” Missy says nonchalantly while taking a sip of her water, and my jaw drops.
“You knew he lived there, and you didn’t tell me?”
Of course, she knew he lived there I realize now, everyone knows everything here. She gives me a wink and a tiny shrug. We talk some more, mostly about the baby as we eat lunch, and before I know it I’m back at work. When I arrive, Missy dropping me off since I walked to the diner, I see my Subaru parked in front of the shop. I wonder if Nathan has given up on it, and is going to tell me he’s about to scrap it for parts. But as I get closer I see it looks like it’s been freshly painted, and the tires are new. What the hell?
“Hey.”
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