by London Casey
Chapter Forty-Six
Cole
(LATER)
My alarm rang out from my phone for the third time.
I snoozed it again and pushed it away.
My right hand touched Maya’s inner thigh as I nuzzled my nose to her clit.
She groaned and rocked her hips at me.
“Fuck, yes, Cole,” she purred.
My eyes moved up and all I saw was the mountain of her pregnant belly shielding my view of the rest of her beautiful body.
I growled and my tongue licked her sweet honey top to bottom and bottom to top.
I turned my head and flirted with her slit.
I loved driving her nuts.
And I also loved how much she wanted to have sex.
It was morning, noon, and night.
At first it was a way to try and get her to go into labor.
Then it just became the normal.
A woman that met my appetite… it was a match made in heaven.
I moved my hands and pulled her feet up to the bed.
She lifted her ass from the bed.
My hands moved under her ass and I kneaded her soft skin.
My tongue eased up to her clit and latched on tight.
Somewhere in the back of my head the voice of the old Cole screamed that I was late for a meeting.
I guess that would have been Cockhead Cole.
That guy was dead and gone.
I savored the taste of Maya’s body, feeling her inching closer to orgasm by the second.
We both knew that any day now she was going to go into labor and then we’d have to take a break from all this wild and amazing sex.
Well, she would have to take a break. I told her she could still take care of me.
She didn’t like that one bit.
I pressed my mouth harder to her clit and made my tongue dance faster.
“Right there!” Maya cried out.
I know, love. Trust me, I know…
I hit her magic spot and she lifted her ass higher off the bed.
Her inner thighs began to shake and I counted down the explosion from ten.
At one, her ass slammed down to the bed and she tried to sit up.
One of her hands grabbed at my hair but it was hard for her to reach down like she used to because of her belly.
She cried out over and over as her warmth gushed from between her legs.
I kissed her clit goodbye and then moved my nose through the ever growing thatch of her pubic hair, smiling as I did so.
I offered to help her shave but she refused to let me put a razor near her like that.
At her stomach I always took a few seconds to flip the switch in my brain from sex to what was really happening.
That our baby was fully grown inside her womb.
My hands cupped the sides of her stomach and I kissed her stomach twice.
Smiling as I did so.
Then I kissed up to her engorged breasts and flipped the switch in my mind again.
Maya grabbed my hair before I could kiss her left breast.
“Not today,” she whispered.
“Excuse me?” I asked.
“Cole… they’re… full…”
I smacked my lips together. “I’m thirsty.”
“You’re so gross with that.”
I lowered my head to her left breast and sucked hard.
She groaned and grabbed my shoulder, scratching at me.
I knew how much she loved it.
My alarm went off again and I pulled my mouth away from her breast.
“Turn that fucking thing off, Cole,” she said.
“I’m supposed to be in a meeting in twenty minutes,” I said.
“Not my problem,” she said. “I just came. I’m good. You can leave.”
I grabbed my phone and turned off the alarm for good.
Then I tossed the phone across the bedroom.
“Not a fucking chance, love,” I said.
I eased the head of my cock between her legs and swirled it around her glistening lips and up and down against her clit.
Maya groaned and rocked her hips.
“Please…”
“Please, what?” I asked.
She looked at me. “Really?”
“Beg me, love. Beg for my cock.”
“I already came,” she said.
“But not the way you wanted,” I said with a grin. “You need my cock.”
Maya reached down and slid her fingers around my thickness and pulled. “Now, Cole. Now.”
I thrust forward and took myself to the hilt.
Maya cried out again and grabbed for the sheets on the bed.
I put my hands to the bed and hovered over her.
It was a very weird position for me to move over her stomach and mold down to kiss her, all the while still fucking her.
That lasted all of a minute before we both realized Maya was far too pregnant for this position.
I slowly moved her on her left side.
There I had full command of her body and her pleasure.
She was able to turn enough to let me kiss her.
It was the best position… and she never looked so fucking sexy…
She groaned into my mouth and I fucked harder and faster.
My phone started to ring.
I just smiled.
There was no getting me out of this bed until Maya and I were both worn out.
Who wouldn’t ditch an important meeting for great sex, right?
We decided to be assholes together and have two places to live.
The half a house in her town and the apartment in the city.
I got rid of my fancy place, and I didn’t miss it one bit.
The baby had two nurseries.
We had two places to live.
And it was actually perfect.
I fixed my tie and stepped through the glass doors with a smile on my face.
I was entering the old office… but not as the boss.
They hired me as a consultant.
It turned out me walking away wasn’t the best thing for the company. There wasn’t an amount of money that would have brought me back full time though. I was done with it all. My focus was on Maya and the baby.
But the consulting fee was nice.
And I didn’t mind voicing my opinion.
I walked to my old office and knocked on the door.
There were five people in the office waiting.
The new boss was a guy named Gary.
He was tall, skinny, with thin framed glasses, and a pointed nose.
He looked like a weasel.
“Where the hell have you been?” he screeched at me. “We’re trying to figure this out and you’re just stumbling in late? You better have a good reason.”
I looked around the room and grinned. “My girl is nine months pregnant and I was eating her pussy for breakfast. I guess I got a little too hungry. Is that okay with you, Gary?”
Gary’s face turned red.
Two others coughed.
The room was silent.
I broke the silence by clearing my throat. “Now, where were we?”
“Uh… last year’s financials…”
Gary pointed to his desk.
“Right,” I said. “You can offset some of the decline with the growth of the new software we came up with. The entire company should have been down, but we hedged our way into growth. Small, sure, but it was something. Now I know that prick Pickle is trying to smear the company as overinflated. Don’t worry about that. The only thing overinflated is his dick when he pumps it up too much because he knows paying for pussy isn’t the same as someone actually wanting to fuck him.”
“Wow,” someone said. “You’re brutal.”
“He made comments about my girl a few times,” I said. “I almost broke his jaw once. That’s why I walked away from the deal. And if you start sniffing around again, you’ll end up burned. If you want my opinion, I say you work with Creatford a
nd merge our software with theirs and throw Pickle to the side of the road.”
“That’s a risky play,” Gary said.
“I’m just a consultant,” I said. “But think about it. It’ll take some strategic planning, but if done correctly, it’ll knock Pickle down a few notches for sure.”
“I think we should analyze every possibility and vote,” someone said.
“Agreed,” Gary said. “But let’s explore it.”
Gary nodded to me.
We started to dig into the financials when the phone rang.
Gary grabbed it. “I said not to… oh… okay… I’ll tell him right now.”
Gary hung up the phone and pointed at me.
“What?” I asked.
“Your, uh, Maya is on the elevator… she’s in labor.”
I ran out of the office and when I looked at the elevators, I couldn’t believe my eyes.
Maya stood in the doorway to the elevators, holding the doors open with one hand. Her other hand was cradled under her stomach.
The look on her face said it all.
The baby was on its way.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked as I hurried toward her.
I gently moved her back into the elevator and hit the ground floor button.
“I wanted to come surprise you,” she said. “For old-time sake. You know? The office. The elevator. I wanted to see if you would fuck me on the elevator.”
“I still can, right?” I asked.
She groaned. “Shut up, asshole. The baby is coming. You’re not stuffing anything up there. Got it?”
“Okay, okay,” I said. “Holy shit, Maya. This is crazy.”
“This is painful,” she said. “I hate you for this, Cole. I hate you so much for this.”
“I know you do, love,” I said. “But, hey, look at it this way… look where we are. It’s where we first met, right? The same elevator too.”
Maya looked around and nodded.
She shut her eyes and groaned in pain.
“Did you ever think that hot, sexy piece of ass you met that day would get you pregnant?” I asked.
Maya laughed and groaned. She looked at me. “That day I would have definitely let you get me pregnant. You looked so good, Cole.”
“And you looked so innocent and beautiful,” I said to her. “Just keep breathing.”
“I know how to fucking breathe!” she snapped at me.
I took my cellphone out and sent the warning text to Dr. Haime.
He knew it was any day now.
Lucky for us, he was the best damn doctor I ever met.
It took him ten seconds to reply with a thumbs up.
“Dr. Haime is ready,” I said.
“Good. Now… my pocket… oh, Cole… it hurts… my pocket… the envelope… I need to know what we’re having.”
“What? You’re in labor. You’ll find out soon.”
“Do you really want to fucking argue with me right now?”
I shut my mouth and found the envelope.
Maya bent her legs and put her head back.
She took deep breaths and groaned.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“Just fucking open it!” she yelled.
The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened.
A handful of people tried to step forward.
Maya looked at them and screamed at the top of her lungs.
It was like a horror movie…
She screamed and they all scattered.
I jumped forward and put my hand at the door.
“We have to go,” I said.
“Tell me the sex of the baby,” she said.
“Maya…”
“Listen to me!”
I ripped the envelope open and took out the piece of paper.
“It’s blank,” I said.
Maya looked at me and burst into tears. “What?”
“I’m kidding.”
“I fucking hate you,” she said. “I’m leaving you after this. I’m taking all your money and I’m leaving you.”
I stuffed the paper into my back pocket and grabbed for Maya.
I helped her off the elevator and through the lobby.
She waddled, clutched at me and groaned in pain.
As we passed through the doors, I looked at her.
She was still beautiful. She would always be beautiful.
“I guess I’m really screwed,” I said.
“Why?”
“If our daughter is half as pretty as you are, Maya, I’m really screwed.”
Epilogue
(Maya)
I woke up out of a sound sleep.
Mom instinct.
That and a ton of breastmilk pouring from me…
“Shit,” I whispered as I sat up.
My shirt was stuck to my chest in a way that was completely and totally unflattering to me.
Of course Cole loved it.
I reached back to wake him up and ask him if he was thirsty.
I looked back and he wasn’t in bed.
What the…
I looked to the baby monitor and smiled.
Cole was in Amelia’s room, sitting in the rocking chair, giving her a bottle.
I looked down at my chest and nodded.
Cole heard Amelia crying and he got her a bottle from the fridge to let me catch up on some sleep. Which was so freaking adorable on his end, but my body didn’t know what that meant.
I took the monitor with me to the rocking chair in our bedroom and decided to pump some milk while he fed Amelia.
I stared the entire time, mesmerized by him. And her.
We met Dr. Haime at the hospital and in a labor that would make everyone hate me, little Amelia came into the world twenty minutes later with two tear-filled pushes.
I swore Cole was crying but he said it was the way the lights were hitting his eyes.
He was so full of shit.
He was definitely crying.
How could he not?
Amelia was basically his clone, just with female features.
That scared me because she was gorgeous.
It still blew my mind that she grew in my belly and was now here in the world.
When I finished pumping, I changed my shirt and walked out of the bedroom to get a drink of water.
I noticed my almost finished manuscript on the coffee table.
I had been working on the edits when I fell asleep.
Cole carried me to bed and left me to get some sleep.
The asshole boss book got a nice offer from a publisher and I was officially going to become a published author.
So my goal was complete.
I moved to the city and became a writer.
I did take a couple detours on the way.
Getting pregnant by my boss.
Falling in love with my boss.
You know, that whole thing.
I crept up to Amelia’s room and watched as Cole gently walked her to her crib.
I moved my hands and cringed as though I could control Cole.
He was like a gentle giant with her.
My mom panic never seemed to calm down, even though Cole was the best dad in the world.
Even after putting her down into her crib, he stood there, staring at her.
Reaching down and gently touching her head.
And he would also grip the edge of the crib and nod three times.
I asked him once what that meant and he said it was his way of reminding himself how lucky he was.
He turned and walked out of the bedroom, shutting the door, smiling at me.
“What are you doing up?” he whispered.
“Uh… well… if I don’t wake up and feed or pump…”
“What?” Cole asked. “I missed the show?”
“Oh, you missed the show,” I said. “We own a water bed now because of these things.”
I pointed to my chest.
Cole put his head back. “Dammit.”
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sp; “Although…”
I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and lifted it up over my head.
“I think this shirt got wet too,” I whispered.
Cole looked at me and smiled. “I wonder what else is wet, Maya.”
“Why don’t you come find out?”
Cole cupped under my heavy, achy breasts. His thumbs stroked my tender nipples and I swallowed hard.
“I wish you could understand how beautiful you are, Maya.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I said. “I don’t need any sweet talking. Just get to the point. Foreplay is gone now, Cole. We have three hours to fuck and sleep. Don’t waste my time.”
“So romantic,” he growled.
His mouth moved over my left breast and I groaned and smiled.
My fingers dug into his hair and I melted into him.
Life wasn’t bad at all.
(Cole)
I pulled the covers up over Maya’s chest.
I dropped to one knee and kissed her left shoulder and watched her sleep.
In my head I practiced proposing to her.
Not that I had any intentions of doing so right then or anytime soon.
It was just something I did.
Something I thought about.
I had an idea of having Amelia holding the ring.
Or maybe if I waited until Amelia was old enough, have her carry the ring to Maya.
Or even do something crazy like pretend there was a blowout diaper situation and have the diamond ring in the diaper.
Yeah, those were my thoughts at four in the morning.
I had to leave in an hour to drive back to the city to make an eight o’clock meeting.
Amelia needed to feed again at five.
This time I would make sure Maya was awake so she didn’t have a spill again.
I killed off that hour wandering through the apartment, thinking about work and life.
Maya shuffled out of the bedroom at five to go into Amelia’s room, and I followed.
I carried Amelia to her and got on one knee and watched Amelia and Maya together.
“Hey,” Maya whispered. “Remember the first week when she tried to latch to your nipple?”
I smiled. “That was a weird feeling. I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Yeah. Now you know what it’s like.”
“I’m not rough, am I?”
“Only when I tell you to be rough.”