Vegas, Baby: Volume 2

by Fiona Davenport

  In a short time, Knox had proven that he wanted and cared for me. For some reason, I had no doubt in my mind that if I’d protested, he would have pulled out. But I hadn’t because the truth was, I wanted a family, and the thought of having Knox’s babies filled me with joy. The only question was, did I want to get knocked up before I was certain that Knox was in love with me? What if he never fell for me? I was already certain that I loved him, but I didn’t know if that was enough for us to last. If we had a baby—

  “I can hear you thinking, baby. What’s on your mind?”

  I must have hesitated too long for his liking because he gave me a firm pinch on my ass cheek, making me yelp. I lifted my head and frowned at him, but he wiped it away by giving me a soft, sweet kiss. “Talk to me.” His request was softer this time, and it melted my insides.

  “Do you really want me to get pregnant right now?” I asked curiously with my head cocked to the side.

  “Fuck, yeah,” he answered with an arrogant nod.

  “What happens if this doesn’t work out?” I immediately wanted to recall the question when his countenance darkened, and his blue eyes took on a dangerous glint.

  He shoved a hand in my hair and clutched it at the back of my head, holding it so I had no choice but to stare into his face. “There is no if, Addilyn. You are mine. Do you understand? I’m never letting you go.”

  The certainty in his tone made me feel better, and the small amount of slack in his grip allowed me to nod in compliance. He grunted and kissed me long and deep, stirring my hunger for him. But just when I was about to mount him, he pulled back and shifted my body off his. When he saw my put-out expression, he chuckled and shook his head. “Patience, wife. We have a lifetime to feast on each other. But you need a break, or you won’t be able to walk.”

  I contemplated his words, trying to decide if it was worth it, and he laughed as he climbed out of bed. “Let’s take a shower and I promise to take the edge off for you.” He scooped me up into his arms and padded to the bathroom. “I want to make sure that every fucker at your show tonight sees that you’re being satisfied by your man.”

  Well, shit. I’d completely forgotten since I had last night off and Knox had pretty much filled my mind to capacity And, though I knew it shouldn’t, his caveman attitude was turning me on. “Um, okay,” I mumbled, trying desperately to calm the raging lust inside me.

  Knox smirked knowingly as he set me down next to the shower. I glared at the overconfident ass, but he just winked at me as he opened the glass door and twisted the knob to start the water running.

  I planted my hands on my hips and eyed him with a raised eyebrow. “How do you plan to make it obvious that I’m ‘satisfied,’ as you put it?”

  He gave me a devilish grin as he pulled me into the shower with him. “You’ll see.”

  After he gave me a mind-blowing orgasm with his fingers, and two earth-shattering ones with his mouth, he stood me in front of the mirror. “Do you see?” he asked smugly. All I could do was nod. Yeah, that was definitely a satisfied woman staring back at me.

  11

  Knox

  “I’m still not sure how I feel about living in a hotel, but there are definitely some major perks in the plus column.” Addilyn leaned back in her chair and patted her stomach. “I don’t know that I can ever go back to living without room service at my beck and call.”

  Leaning closer, I lifted her off the seat and put her on my lap. As I rested my hand over her belly, I couldn’t help but think about all the come I had pumped into her pussy over the past two weeks. If Addilyn wasn’t knocked up already, she would be soon. We could only live in the hotel for so long because we’d need more space when the baby came. I wanted us settled in our new home before she got too big, which meant I needed to get moving on our house hunting stat. “No worries there, baby. I’m great in the kitchen, and you’ll always have me at your beck and call.”

  Her eyes widened in surprise. “You can cook?”

  “Yeah.” I rubbed my chin against her neck, loving how she shivered when my five o’clock shadow scraped against her sensitive skin. “It was a necessity growing up.”

  Addilyn stroked her hand against my chest, basically petting me. Her touch soothed the muscles that had tensed up when I thought about how hard my mom had to work with four kids at home after our dad died. It wasn’t something I ever talked about, but opening up to my wife came naturally. “My mom’s work made it difficult for her to get home in time to make dinner every night, and I had three younger sisters who always seemed to be hungry.”

  The smile she flashed me was blinding in its beauty. “You’re such a good man.”

  “What I am”—I shifted her on my lap so she was straddling me—“is your man.”

  “I know,” she whispered before leaning forward to brush her lips over mine. “And I’m a lucky woman.”

  “If anyone here is lucky, it’s me,” I disagreed, knowing damn well I’d gotten the better end of the deal when she’d drunkenly suggested we get married. This gorgeous woman had basically tumbled into my hands, and I grabbed the opportunity with everything I had because I was impatient to make her mine. Now that I had her, I’d make sure she continued to feel lucky to have me in her life because I was never going to let her go.

  My thumbs stroked against the outer swells of her tits, making Addilyn gasp as she wiggled on my lap. “Are you feeling needy, wife?”

  “Uh-huh,” she answered softly, a pink hue filling her cheeks.

  “We can’t have that.” I flicked my thumbs over her pebbled nipples. “As your husband, it’s my duty to give you anything you need. And I take my responsibilities to you very seriously.”

  “It’s not as though I have any complaints. You’ve been doing a bang-up job of meeting my needs.” Her back arched, pressing her chest into my palms. “But my breasts feel extra sensitive today.”

  It had been fifteen days since the first time I filled her pussy with my come, plenty of time for me to knock her up. I’d been taking her several times a day since then, with no break in between. “When’s your period due?”

  She jerked upright, her eyes widening in shock and her lips parting on a gasp. “I’m…it’s…holy crap, I’m two days late! I’m never late. My period comes like clockwork.” Her hands clenched on my shoulders. “I can’t believe I didn’t even notice until now.” She shook me a little, or at least she tried to. My little wife’s efforts didn’t stand much of a chance against my bulk. “It’s all your fault, keeping me too distracted to be aware of anything but you.”

  My chest puffed up in pure male satisfaction. I loved knowing my wife’s head was too full of me to keep track of her cycle. And I was fucking thrilled by the possibility that she was already pregnant with my baby. “That’s only fair since you’re the only thing on my mind, too.”

  “We’re quite the pair,” she sighed, dropping her head against my shoulder and wrapping her arms around my back to hug me tight.

  “And now we might be a trio.” I stood, keeping her cradled in my arms as I carried her into the bathroom.

  After setting Addilyn on her feet, I yanked open the drawer where I kept my toiletries. Reaching in the back, my fingers wrapped around what I was looking for. I pulled out the small box and ripped it open. When I handed Addilyn the white stick, she sputtered in shock. “Wh—what? How?”

  “I’m an impatient man.” She snorted at my confession, making me chuckle. “Yeah, I get that it doesn’t come as much of a surprise to you, considering how things went down the night we met. But my impatience was a damn good thing then, just like it is now because we don’t need to wait to find out if you’re pregnant.” I jerked my chin at the test she was holding in a grip so tight her knuckles were white. “All you have to do is pee on that, and then we’ll have confirmation that my swimmers did their job.”

  She bit her bottom lip to stifle her giggle while pointing toward the door. “Out.”

  “But—”

  “Nope. No w
ay.” She shook her head and pushed against my chest. “I don’t care if you’ve licked every part of my body, I’m not going to the bathroom in front of you.”

  I wanted to be a part of every step of her pregnancy, but I could understand her reluctance to let me stay for this part. Plus, the pretty blush on her cheeks while she stood firm against me was cute as fuck. “Fine, I’ll stand outside the door. But I’m coming back in as soon as you’re done.”

  I captured her lips for another kiss before keeping my promise and stepping outside of the bathroom. She slammed the door shut behind me, and I leaned against the wall next to it until I heard the flush of the toilet. As soon as the sound of her turning on the faucet at the sink to wash her hands hit my ears, I flung the door open again and sidled up behind Addilyn. Wrapping my arms around her body to rest my hands over her belly, I met her eyes in the reflection of the mirror in front of us. “T minus three minutes and counting.” Wagging my brows, I tightened my hold on her. “Maybe we should find a fun way to pass the time.”

  Her plump lips curved up in a tiny grin before she turned in my arms to look up at me. “We both know three minutes doesn’t come close to the amount of time we’d need to really have fun. You’re more of a marathon man than a sprinter.”

  “Remind me to demonstrate how much fun a quickie can be sometime.” I cupped her cheeks with my palms. “Right before you go on stage would be the perfect time. Maybe I won’t feel quite so possessive over the men in the audience seeing your beauty if you have my ring on your finger, my baby in your belly, and my come leaking out of your pussy.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Could you be any more of a caveman?”

  “Fuck yeah, I can.” Just the possibility of her being pregnant had me feeling more territorial than usual.

  “Why do I have the feeling that if the test turns up positive, I’m about to experience a whole new level of caveman-ness from you?”

  “Probably because I’m married to a smart woman.” I grinned at her and jerked my chin in the direction of where she’d left the test sitting on the countertop. “So how about we check to see how soon I get to roar from the rooftops that I knocked up my woman?”

  I released her cheeks, and she turned to peer down at the results screen on the test. I felt her body tense up for a moment before she whispered, “I’m pregnant.”

  “Fuck yeah, you are,” I shouted as I lifted her up to twirl her around.

  “You’re really happy?” she asked after I set her back on her feet. Her eyes held a hint of doubt that I was determined to wipe away.

  “Of course, I am.” I claimed her mouth in a deep kiss, groaning in regret when I finally tore my lips from hers. “Why wouldn’t I be thrilled that the woman I love is carrying my baby?”

  “You love me?” The concern in her gaze was wiped away and replaced with awe.

  “With everything I am.” I pressed her hand against my chest. “From the moment I laid eyes on you and realized you were meant to be mine. And I’m going to love our little one just as much as I do you.”

  “I love you, too.” A single tear spilled down her cheek, and I kissed it away. “So very much.”

  My wife had finally said the three words I’d been dying to hear from her, and she was carrying my baby. It was the best day of my life, and I knew I had many more just like it to look forward to.

  Epilogue

  Addilyn

  “Nobody wants to watch a whale sing the blues,” I moaned as I waddled into my dressing room.

  Knox laughed but sobered quickly when I glared daggers at him. “Baby, you’re an amazing singer. They shouldn’t be focusing on your body anyway.” His expression turned a little smug, and I narrowed my eyes in warning. When he spoke again, it was obvious he’d ignored it. “Honestly, I think I’ll keep you knocked up for a long time since it makes me less crazy to know that every man in the audience can clearly see that you belong to me.”

  I waved my hand in his face and huffed, “Because the giant ring on my finger isn’t enough?”

  He pulled me into the circle of his arms, cuddling me as much as he could with my eight-month pregnant belly between us. “Nope.” He popped the p and grinned before lowering his head to kiss me, making my toes curl and panties wet. Damn, my husband was freaking sexy, and it didn’t help that my pregnancy hormones had my libido locked on high.

  His hands came to rest on my belly for a moment before gliding around to cup my ass. I was about to beg him to make love to me when his phone rang, playing the tone that was specifically for the security team, and blew away the fog of lust surrounding us.

  He grunted with annoyance and pulled his cell from his pocket. He stabbed the screen and lifted it to his ear with one hand, while the other spun me around and hauled me up against him. “The building better fucking be on fire,” he growled. I could barely hear the low tones of the person on the other end, mostly because Knox’s hand had slid down and under the hem of my dress before moving back up to cup my pussy. I moaned, and he must have held the phone to his shoulder because his other hand suddenly covered my mouth.

  “Are you fucking serious? It’s going to have to wait,” he snarled as one finger dipped under the drenched fabric of my panties. His hand stifled my moan, and the yelp that escaped when he ripped my underwear and threw them to the floor. A growl rumbled in his chest before he answered whoever was on the phone. “I’ll be there in fifteen. My wife and I have some business to conclude first.”

  He’d pushed two fingers inside my channel and was using his thumb to circle my clit, making my blood boil and need consume me. Still, at his words, I felt my cheeks heat. It wasn’t like anyone was fooled. They knew exactly what he meant by business. Especially since Knox couldn’t ever keep his hands to himself when I was around. Not that I was complaining about that.

  Knox uncovered my mouth and tossed his phone onto the vanity. Then he backed up until he dropped down onto the couch and settled me on his lap, straddling him with my back to his chest. His free hand went straight between my legs and held my pussy lips open while his other fingers continued to work me up, pushing me closer to an orgasm.

  He nipped my earlobe and whispered, “Look at you, baby. It’s so fucking hot to watch my fingers fucking your pretty pussy. You’re so wet and pink, so damn hot.”

  I hadn’t realized my head had fallen back and I’d closed my eyes. I dragged them open and stared into the mirror across from us. Holy cow. What I saw made my nipples tingle, more juices flooded my pussy, and I flew to the precipice and teetered at the edge.

  “See how gorgeous you are?” he growled. “You make me hard as fuck, baby.” He punctuated the statement by bucking his hips, pushing his giant hard on against my ass. I moaned, and he took a deep, ragged breath. One of his hands traveled up until it was cupping my breast, and he tweaked the nipple, making me cry out and lift my hips to meet the thrust of his fingers. He pressed my sensitive bud, and I screamed as I took a swan dive over the cliff. “Shit,” he mumbled. I vaguely heard the sound of a zipper before I felt my hips being guided up, then back down as I was impaled with my husband's steel cock.

  “Fuck, yes!” Knox shouted. His hands held me tight, so that I didn’t move much while he did all the work, pounding into my pussy and driving me up once again. “Keep watching, baby,” he commanded in a hard tone. My gaze met his for a moment, and I almost smiled in satisfaction at the wildness in his blue eyes. I loved that I drove him to lose control. His hands suddenly flattened against my inner thighs and pulled my legs as wide as they could comfortably go and following suit with his own so I was completely open. Both of our gazes fell to my center in the mirror, and my breath caught in my throat as I watched his big dick penetrate me over and over.

  The view was incredibly erotic, and it wasn’t long before I came again, arching my back and calling out his name. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me so damn tight,” he rasped before yanking me down one last time and sinking his teeth into my neck as he exploded inside me. I was going to h
ave yet another mark for all to see, which would only make Knox puff up like a freaking rooster. But at that moment, I didn’t care. I felt like I was high, my body limp and my mind floating in the clouds. I sighed as I collapsed back against my husband’s chest and snuggled deeper when his arms folded around me. “I love you, baby,” he murmured.

  Warmth stole through me from head to toe, and my heart was bursting with emotion. “I love you, too.”

  His phone beeped again, and he sighed as he closed my legs and smoothed down my skirt. Then he stood, taking me with him and setting me on my feet with his steadying hands on my hips. “Come with me,” he purred as he dragged his lips up my neck.

  “I just did,” I teased.

  His blue eyes were still hungry when they met my gaze in the mirror while zipping his pants back up. “And you’ll be coming a fuck of a lot more as soon as I deal with the security issue. Now move your sweet ass.” He patted my butt, and I pretended to glare at him, even though fire sparked in my center. Grabbing my hand, he laced our fingers together and led me out of the dressing room.

  When we arrived at the security offices, I saw Anna, our newest marketing hire, pacing in front of Knox’s desk. She’d been helping me with designs for new posters and ads, so we had become good friends in the month she’d been here.

  She greeted me with a smile, but it seemed forced, and her green eyes had a frantic quality to them. I cocked my head to the side as I studied her, curious about the flush on her pale skin. I couldn’t imagine why she would be blushing, and I wondered if a man had put her in this agitated state.