My eyes drift open and focus on Bryce standing in the dim light of the kitchen with his palms flat against the tabletop, head bowed. He comes to his full height, and my eyes linger over the taut muscles of his naked, tan torso. When he turns around, my eyes travel down to the muscles narrowing down into his delicious ‘V’ cut that disappears beneath the elastic band of his cotton shorts. Bryce walks into the living room, stops, and looks down the hall toward his room, running a hand through his short strands. After several beats, he continues down the hall. I quickly close my eyes and will my heart to stop thumping, only for it to drop into my stomach when I feel the bed dip. I smell his hypnotic scent then feel his warm lips press against my cheek. He pulls away but I can still feel him close to my face. I stir and keep my eyes closed, only for my fake sleep to kick in and throw my breathing patterns off course when his lips press against mine. I moan.
“I know you’re awake.” His breath fans against my lips. “You can’t fake it with me, Ava.” His forehead rests against mine. “I know you so fuckin’ well.”
So true.
The bed dips behind me then Bryce cocoons me to his body. I open my eyes when I feel his hand creep beneath my shirt and rests against my stomach.
“When were you going to tell me?”
I cover my hand over his hand moving gently over my stomach. “I was trying to figure out a good time to.”
“Any time would’ve been a good time. It’s my baby, too, Ava,” he says quietly. “You know better than to keep stuff like this away from me.” He nuzzles my neck.
I turn over and face him. “I’m sorry. When are you going to tell Bridget?”
Bryce smooths a curly tendril away from my face. “I’m not. We’re not together anymore.”
His words send chills down my spine. “Why not?”
“Do you even have to ask? Besides the fact that I love you and never stopped,” he lowers his head and his lips hover over mine, “and that you’re pregnant with our child, I’m not letting you go.”
My nipples pebble beneath my shirt that displays my side boob. I release a strangled cry when he shifts beside me and pulls me on top of him to straddle over his hard cock straining heavily against his shorts. Then he sits up and grips my hips that begin to rotate on their own accord against his erection.
“All you have to do is pull my shorts down and ride the real thing baby,” he murmurs against my neck.
“Bryce,” I moan and grip his shoulders.
“I want you to call out sick tomorrow,” he lifts my shirt over my head and tosses it to the floor, “and get some sleep. Doctor’s orders.”
“What if I’m not sleepy?”
“Baby.” Bryce dips me back a little and sucks my left nipple inside his mouth. “Once I’m done making love to you, you’ll be craving sleep.”
Epilogue
Bryce
One Month Later
So, to get to our happily ever after, let’s rewind a little, shall we?
Manwhore...womanizer...walking STD…These are only a few of the many insulting words that I’ve been labeled —all because of my love for pussy, more pussy, all the pussy. I love the way it smells, tastes, and looks, but most importantly, the way it wraps around my dick, all snuggly and shit, when I’m buried deep inside of it. My therapist believes I’m a sex addict. Shrug. Maybe I am, but if you ask me, I’m just misunderstood. Now, I agree that I have a fucked-up past when it comes to my sex life. Trust me, I’ve learned from it, though. That’s what life is all about, right? Making mistakes and hopefully, just maybe, you’ll learn from them. My past fuck-ups have steered me into a lifestyle of celibacy. Don’t believe me? You should meet my two new best friends, a jar of coconut oil and my right hand.
I shove my hands into the pockets of my slacks and look around the tent at the many guests that showed up for Kennedy’s graduation party. My eyes glide over familiar, and a few unfamiliar, faces, in search of my date. Yes, you heard right. Date. If it weren’t for my lovely twin sister Morgan, I would’ve come solo. Especially since the one she set me up with is Helena, a cute, petite blonde with a nice set of tits that I’ve actually titty-fucked a couple of times in my unsavory past. I guess my sister didn’t get the memo that you don’t hook your brother up with someone who gives blowjobs like it’s a fuckin’ hobby. It’s bad for a supposed sex addict like me. But my sister insisted I get out, have fun, and stop moping after a woman that I’ll probably never have again.
Never say never.
I look down at my watch, wondering where the hell my appointed date is. She told me that she needed to use the bathroom, but that was almost—thirty minutes ago? Damn, maybe she got lost. She isn’t the brightest bulb in the box. My eyes continue searching. Morgan and her new fiancé Tyler, Kennedy, my mom, Aunt Betty, Ava, Hunter…Ava?!? My eyes rewind back to the sight of Ava standing there in a tight, black, strapless dress with a neckline that draws all of your attention to her tits. Her long, black, naturally curly hair, blended with reddish-brown highlights, is pulled up in a bun with some curly strands feathering around her face and neck. Damn, she’s a fuckin’ goddess.
Me Bryce, you Ava. I become all Tarzan, inwardly beating my chest. Like a mad man on a mission, I make several long strides across the makeshift dance floor. Ava doesn’t see me stalking toward her because her backside is facing me. My eyes journey from the top of her head down to her delectable ass. Fuck! My dick roars to life.
“Hey, Bryce,” a very out-of-breath Hunter greets me as soon as I breeze past him and his date Michael dancing the Lambada. I don’t acknowledge him or anyone else around me and let my mind and body gravitate toward Ava.
I can feel her flinch as soon as my body presses against hers from behind. I wrap my right arm around her waist then place my hand flat against her stomach, bringing her back to mold against my body. I can feel her heart beating through her back and the rapid movement of her stomach against my palm. When I bring my lips to her ear, a shiver courses through her body. Her back curves, drawing my growing erection to nestle against luscious ass. “You’re here. I thought you had to work late,” I softly moan and brush my lips alongside her earlobe.
Ava slowly pivots around to face me, and damn, she’s even more beautiful up close and personal. My eyes drop down to her plump lips painted in a deep shade of red then they glide back up to a set of hooded, hazel eyes surrounded by dark, elongated lashes.
I lick my lips then clear my throat of the dryness building in my mouth. Shit, why do I feel like an inexperienced, hormonal teenage boy all of a sudden?
Ava steps forward, closing the mere inches she created between us when she turned around to face me. “Yes, I’m here.” Her lips creep into a slow, sexy smile. “I would’ve been here earlier,” her hands reach up to fix the collar of my button-down, “but I really needed to stay and make sure I had all the files needed for court tomorrow. I still can’t believe my dad is letting me sit in on this case.” She smiles and it brightens up my whole fuckin’ world. “After I left work, I went home, got dressed, and came here to be your date.” Her hands slide down to rest on my pecs.
I gently palm her face, instantly loving the way her lips part slightly. I lower my head, inhaling the hitch of breath that escapes her mouth. I want to kiss her so fuckin’ bad that I couldn’t care less that there are watchful eyes around us or that my date could return any second now and fuck this entire moment up. My dick throws a tantrum behind the seams of my zipper, and I can’t blame him because all it wants to do is come out to play with Ava’s mouth and sweet, tight pussy. By the grace of God and pure fuckin’ patience, I tap down the feral beast inside of me that wants to devour Ava, inch by inch, and declare her mine forever and ever.
“Oh, Bryce, there you are. I must’ve gotten lost.” I hear Helena giggling behind me then she comes into view on my left, looking high as a kite and weaving side-to-side that she has to brace my arm for support. Fuck! “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too—“
Several gasps fill th
e tent at the sight of my date (Thanks, Morgan) who spews chunks of God-knows-what all over the front of Ava’s dress.
“Oops,” she has the fuckin’ nerve to laugh. “I’m so sorry.” Her pale skin turns a shade of green. “Bryce, I don’t feel so good.” Helena weaves my way then projects more vomit. I hop back in time for it not to get me.
I look up to see the only woman who’s ever held the key to my heart, my saving grace, flail her arms out to shake Helena's vomit from her skin in disgust.
Fuck, can my night get any worse?
All I wanted to do was show my face at Kennedy’s graduation party then leave and head home to make love to my very beautiful, pregnant wife who’s now covered in puke.
Yes, you heard right. My beautiful, pregnant wife. Ava and I didn’t have a big ceremony. Just the two of us at the courthouse with her parents and my mom as witnesses. We plan on telling our friends and other family members soon and even discussed having a bigger ceremony in the future, but we were content with having each other and our plus one.
I unbutton my shirt, take it off, and wrap it around Ava’s shoulders, ignoring the perverted hoots and hollers coming from the drunk single ladies from all directions inside the tent. I quickly usher Ava out of the nearest exit.
“Bryce!” Morgan calls after me.
I tell Ava to go ahead and that I won’t be far behind her. She nods while tilting her head back so she didn’t have to smell the god-awful stench of puke.
I turn to my sister.
“Aren’t you forgetting someone?” Morgan glares at me with her hands poised on her hips.
“Oh, you’re talking about the date you invited for me without my knowledge? She’s not my problem; she’s yours.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me. Right now, I’m more worried about my wife who’s covered in puke thanks to your blind date skills,” I seethe.
“Wait, what? Wife?!?”
“Shh. Would you keep your voice down?”
“Omigod, Bryce.” Morgan throws her arms around me in an attempt to bear hug me. “Why didn’t you tell me?” The way her voice cracks lets me know that she’s crying.
I roll my eyes.
She steps away and wipes her eyes. Her mascara is now smeared across her cheeks. “I guess that’s what I get for playing matchmaker. I knew she was staying with you, but I didn’t know the two of you were back together.
“I don’t think anyone knows because we hardly go out and keep to ourselves most of the time; though, I think Clay suspects it.”
My sister looks at me as if not believing what I’m telling her. “I can’t believe you beat me to the altar,” she laughs.
“Oh, and it gets better.”
“Let me guess; you’re going to tell me that Ava’s pregnant.”
I shrug her way.
“No way.” She clasps a hand over her mouth to muffle her scream. “I’m going to be an aunt?”
“Yes.”
Morgan lunges for me again and wraps her arms around my waist, and this time, I return the hug.
“Does Mom know?” she glances up.
“Yes to both. She was at the courthouse when we got married.”
“I should beat your ass.”
“Ow!” She gut-checks me.
“How could you not tell me?”
“I’m sorry. Ava and I just wanted the parents there. We plan to have a reception or something later on to celebrate our news.”
“I’ll plan the whole thing!” Morgan pulls away and does her “happy dance”.
“Morgan, nothing big.”
“Whatever.”
I look up at the sky when I feel a drop of rain, and another, until it starts pouring.
“Shit!” Morgan screeches. “This is far from over, Bryce.”
“Take it up with my wife,” I call over my shoulder as I jog to my uncle’s house.
I step into the kitchen drenched from head to toe.
“Where’s your shirt and why are you so wet?” Corbin, my little cousin and a spitting image of his late father, Kyle, eyes me from the kitchen table with chocolate smudged around his mouth.
“Aren’t you supposed to be in bed?” I shake away the rain droplets from my skin.
“I will be once I finish these delicious cookies my Mee-Maw baked for me. If you want, you can give one to Ava. She didn’t look too happy when Mee-Maw walked her to the guest room. Maybe a cookie or two will cheer her up.”
I ruffle my hands through Corbin’s hair. “Do you think you could put two in a plastic bag for her so she can eat them later?”
“Sure thing.” Corbin takes another bite out of his chocolate chip marshmallow cookie. “Anything for a pretty lady.”
I laugh. “Thanks, Corbin.”
“You’re welcome; now, go dry off and find a shirt,” he says through a mouth full of cookies.
I walk out of the kitchen in time to see my aunt leaving the guest room, holding Ava’s soiled dress and my shirt. “How is she?”
“She’s showering now, but she’s fine. I’ll throw these in the washer.”
“Thanks, Aunt Betty.”
“Anything for family. So, when is she due?”
“Aunt—“
“Now, Bryce, before you start spitting lies, let me tell you I noticed several things about Ava while I was helping her out her dress. One, her very noticeable, cute baby bump. Two, her skin is clear, glowing, and is as smooth as a baby. And three, I noticed the wedding band on her left hand.”
“We plan to tell—“
“Sweetheart, you don’t owe me any explanation. Congratulations.” She beams up at me and touches the side of my face. “Now, go be with your wife, and you can forget about going anywhere. There’s a storm heading this way, so the two of you are more than welcome to stay here tonight.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome; now, go see about your wife.” She shoos me away.
I open the door to the guest bedroom at the same time Ava walks out of the bathroom, wrapping a fluffy gray towel around her body. I close the door, lock it, and allow my eyes to inspect her from head to toe. Damp hair, skin, and face clean of makeup. Damn, I want to tear that towel away from her body and ravish her.
Ava’s eyes drop to the imprint of my cock that’s waiting to be freed. She bites down on her lower lip, and fuck, I know she wants to taste it. She calls my dick her Tasty Cake and my cum the sweetest cream filling. Her sex drive is on another level with this pregnancy. When my dick is surrounded by her lips, it’s buried deep inside her pussy once, sometimes three times, a day. One afternoon, she asked if I could bring her some lunch, not knowing that my dick would be her meal. She blew me in her office that’s located directly beside her father’s then shoved her panties in my mouth and fucked me while I sat in her office chair.
“My aunt suggests that we stay here tonight. There’s a storm traveling in this direction.”
“Okay.” Ava releases the towel and lets it fall to the floor. “Can you turn the light off?” She pulls the comforter back then climbs into bed and sits there while leaving her breasts that have grown slightly in size on display. “We have to wake up early and meet the movers at the house.”
“Homeowners.” I let the words sink in. We now have a house that wouldn’t be ours if attorney Cameron Scott hadn’t filed a lawsuit on my behalf for being unlawfully arrested by my father’s partner in crime at the time. The police department decided to settle out of court, giving me enough money to pay cash for a four-bedroom house in the country but not far from the city limits that I plan to raise my family in. I gave my mom some money to use as she pleases, paid for Ava’s law school, and then put the rest in a bank account to collect interest. “I think we should celebrate.” I turn the lights off and remove the rest of my clothes then I climb in beside Ava.
Not wasting any time, I run my mouth over her shoulders and down to her breasts. Her gasp is a melody I yearn for.
“Bryce, maybe we shouldn’t.” Her
words say one thing, but her body tells me another when she lies back and allows my mouth to trail a path from her breasts down to her pussy.
“Ah,” she whimpers.
“Shh, baby. I think Corbin’s room is located above this room.
“Okay,” she sighs.
I separate her pussy lips with my tongue then I toy with her piercing and draw it inside my mouth.
“Bryce.” Ava grips my strands and tugs.
I kiss her pussy once more and then I shift her body until she’s on her hands and knees. My dick crowns her pussy from behind.
Ava grabs a pillow and screams into it.
I grip her hips and watch my dick disappear inside her pussy. “Fuck.” Her ass jiggles with each slow thrust. If only we had the butt plug. I press my chest against her back and force her head back and clamp my mouth over hers and swallow every sound she makes. I pull my lips away when I feel her pussy swallow me deeper before she comes. Ava lays her head against the pillow; her forehead glistens and her skin is flushed. I kiss her shoulder then whisper, “I love you, Ava.”
“I love you too,” she responds drowsily.
I bury my face into the crook of her neck. “Shit,” I grunt as I spill inside her. I slide out of her and drop next to her and gather her in my arms like I do every night when I rub my hand over her baby bump. “I’m so glad that I get to do this every night.”
“Well, in a couple of months, my bump will be gone once I deliver.”
“Then we’ll have another one.”
Ava turns over and faces me. “Slow down, Dad,” she giggles.
I kiss the tip of her nose. “I’m serious.”
“So, you want to keep me barefoot and pregnant?”
“If I had it my way, I would. You’re going to be the best damn mom.”
“And you’re going to the best damn dad. I know you didn’t have the best relationship with your own dad, but just because he was a dead beat doesn’t mean you’ll be.”
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