“Let’s do this.” We walked out of the room to the two most beautiful women in the world. They were wearing matching white dresses, except Erica’s went down to the floor whereas her mother’s only went to the knee.
“Perfection. Thank you for agreeing to marry me.”
“Thank you for asking.”
Thirty minutes later, I now had my bride and Danny had his. “Are you ready for a private dinner?”
I set it up at my condo. The limo drove us to my building, and we led our women to the elevator. Once the doors opened, I felt butterflies in my stomach. What if she didn’t like what I set up?
“What’s wrong, Adrian? Why are we here?”
“You’ll see.” I opened the door to my condo, and it looked like a restaurant inside. “Welcome to Chateau Greco. I’ll be your server tonight, Mrs. Greco and Mrs. Brady.”
“It’s so pretty,” Erica squealed. The entire living room had been rearranged to fit a romantic round black booth and table with white linens, candlelit lighting with roses everywhere.
“This is wonderful. Thank you, Adrian,” Danny said, clapping my shoulder and giving it a squeeze. I looked at Patricia, and she was in awe.
“Please, let’s have a seat and enjoy our dinner.”
We scooted into the booth with the ladies in the center and us guys on the end. They giggled and smiled at each other. “Would you all care for some wine?” the server asked.
“Um…I’m sorry, but I can’t have any.” We all turned to her mother and then watched Danny’s face as it transformed into a giant grin.
“What? Are you serious, Patricia?”
“Yes. I know. I’m too old to be having a baby.”
“The fuck you are. God, I’m so happy.” He grabbed her face and kissed her roughly. I looked at Erica, gauging her reaction. Her mouth was still hanging wide open.
“Are you okay, love?” I asked, causing Patricia to spin toward her daughter.
“Oh goodness. I’m sorry, Erica. I thought you’d be okay with it.”
“No, I’m the one sorry. You caught me off guard. Congratulations, Mom, Danny. This is wonderful.” They hugged tightly and when they pulled apart, Erica asked, “Do you know if I get a brother or sister?” I could feel the tension as it left my body. I didn’t want her night ruined. Instead, we had a lot more to celebrate.
“I don’t know yet. It’s way too soon, but we have an appointment next week.”
“So instead of wine, what would you like to drink?”
“I know this sounds crazy, but do you have any chocolate milk?”
“Actually, we do. Erica loves it.” I addressed our server. “Middle shelf in the pantry.”
He nodded and left, setting the bottle of wine on the table. Once we had our drinks, Danny stood up. “I’d like to make a toast.” Waving his glass of wine around, he continued, “I’d like to thank our lovely hosts for providing this wonderfully special dinner, and to my wife…you are more than I could have ever dreamed of. When you told me that you felt the same way, I didn’t think I could be any happier. I was wrong. Today topped it. You’ve made me a husband and a father all in one day. Thank you, my love.”
He sat, and we clinked our glasses together. Just then the server brought our platter of appetizers.
"Ooh, these look so good. I can't believe you did all of this."
"Well, I didn't cook the food. I just wanted something special away from prying eyes." I stole a kiss and then helped her fill her plate with a few small finger foods. The bacon-wrapped vegetables were my favorite. By the time the meal had been served, all of us were stuffed.
"Goodness, we ate so much. We're going to have to hit the gym."
I leaned in and whispered in her ear, "I've got a better way to work you out."
"Ooh, sign me up."
"I already did." I lifted her hand to show her wedding ring, which matched mine. "I signed a lifetime contract." Stealing another kiss, I groaned when she reached out for my cock, giving it a gentle squeeze.
“Um…thank you for this lovely evening, but we’re ready to head home.”
“Okay. I’ll ready the limo for you.” We said our goodbyes, and just as I closed the door behind them, I caught Danny squeezing his wife’s ass. They had the same plans for tonight that we had.
“I’m going to get them to clean this up. How about you wait for me in our bedroom?”
“Sounds wonderful.” She moaned, kissing me before leaving me standing there with a raging hard-on. I adjusted myself and went to talk to the crew I’d hired.
It took twenty minutes, but by the time I was done, I ached to get back to Erica. When I opened our bedroom door, I chuckled to myself. She was curled up on the bed in the skimpy white lace little number, snoring gently. I stripped down and then pulled her into my arms. “Goodnight, my wife.” I brushed her stomach, hoping that our baby was taking root in there now.
* * *
As soon as we landed in the Bahamas, I got a bad feeling. My sexy ass wife’s thin, summery dress blew in the breeze. It didn’t lift up to reveal shit, which was a lucky thing too because I would have lost my fucking mind and turned our asses back around and flew home.
“What’s wrong, Adrian?”
“Nothing,” I muttered, attempting to rein in the insane jealousy. Erica was going to be wearing much skimpier shit than that dress. In fact, that might be the longest thing she brought.
“Liar. Am I going to have to suck it out of you?”
“Every damn drop, baby.” I growled, tugging her around the waist, slamming her against my chest as I crushed my mouth down onto hers. “Fuck, I can’t wait to get you to the hotel.”
“Maybe we should do it in the sand.”
“The fuck we are.”
“We have a private beach.” That shit had been intentional. I didn’t want anybody walking by and taking a look at her with hardly anything on her perfectly sculpted body. It was all mine. The only thing missing now was a large baby bump instead of her flat abs.
“Sweetheart,” I tapped her chin and then continued, “motherfuckers have drones. I’d hate to kill a motherfucker if one ended up in our area when I’m face deep between your thighs.”
She rolled her eyes and started walking ahead of me and the security guard I hired. Fuck if I trusted her father. He had too much money and no fucking brains or balls. He was that guy you had to watch out for because he was a slimy weasel who’d take a cheap shot. “Fine. We’ll make sure there’s a cabana.”
“Damn, now that’s an idea I can get behind.” I swatted her ass and then grabbed our luggage.
We took a limo to our hotel. Her guard and the driver remained up front while I lifted her onto my lap. My cock pegged her ass with every bump, and she moaned, only making it harder. “Keep your voice down,” I growled in her ear, gripping her hips and rolling her over my shaft. I loved to hear her come, but I didn’t want anyone else to get that privilege.
“Then stop trying to make me come, husband.”
“Say it again,” I whispered, slipping my finger into her sopping wet slit. “I want to hear it again.”
“Husband,” she whimpered, dropping her head back onto my shoulder as I plunged my fingers deeper, strumming my thumb along her nub. A scream ripped through her throat, but her hand was quick to catch the sound.
“That’s a good wife.”
The vehicle slowed to a stop, and I helped Erica adjust her clothes. We exited as if we’d not been fooling around in the back, but it was clear to the guard that we’d gotten out of hand. Actually, I’d gotten it in my hand. Now, I wanted her to coat my dick.
Our lovemaking was hard and fast, so much so we never made it to the bed. Instead, we collapsed on the loveseat with half of our clothes still on. “Damn, we’re going to have so much fun,” she moaned, running her hands up and down over my chest.
“Yes, we are.”
* * *
We decided to dine out at a Bahamian restaurant, so I waited patiently for my stunning w
ife to get ready. It took a little longer than expected, so I went in to see her and lost all thoughts about food. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, sorry. I’m not feeling too hot.”
“Shit, I’ll call the doctor.”
“No, I’m fine. I hate to do this, but can we order in?”
“Of course.” Something was bothering her, and I had a feeling it had to do with the phone on the bed. I let it go, and we enjoyed the rest of the night.
* * *
The next day, Erica and I headed out to the beach. The breeze had felt incredible with the intense heat of the day, but the best part had been her. Erica stood there with her eyes closed and her smiling face turned up to the sky as the sun kissed her cheeks. I pulled out my phone and snapped a quick picture.
"What are you doing?" she asked, catching me after a few pictures.
"Stealing your beauty to keep for myself."
"Silly man. It's perfect here."
"You're perfect. Come here and kiss me before we head out for a swim." She jumped into my arms, causing us to fall down into the sand. Growling, I thrusted my hands into her hair and devoured her mouth. She ground her hips over my shaft, moaning as she searched for more.
"Woman, keep that up and we won't make it into the water."
"Good. I don't know how to swim."
"Liar." She giggled and slid down my body, lifting up my T-shirt to kiss my abs. Reaching the hem of my swim shorts, she looked up at me. "I'm not interested in swimming, Mr. Greco. I'm interested in sucking.” She dragged my shorts down, releasing my shaft. Her small hands wrapped around it, stroking it up and down before licking the tip.
I could barely think straight as the blood left my head. I throbbed and groaned when her mouth encased the tip and sucked. I threaded my fingers through her hair and guided her head as she blew me. I knew I didn't want anyone to see her naked, but I planned to fuck her regardless. Having had enough before I came, I tugged her head back. "I need to be inside your pussy. Come up and ride my cock, baby."
She crawled up my body, straddling my hips with her slender thighs and then pushed her panties to the side as she slid down my length.
"Ah, it feels so good."
"Ride me, Erica. I want you to take it all. Can you do that?"
"Yes," she moaned, pressing her hands on my chest as she bounced her bottom. "Shit, I'm coming." She threw her head back and cried out my name over and over. The way the sun played along her flesh sent me spiraling into a blissful orgasm. I pumped my seed deep inside and then pulled her face down to mine. I needed her lips. "Mine."
"How about we go for a swim now?" she teased.
"Nope. I'm not done with you, Mrs. Greco. I told you about beach sex. Now you're going to need a spanking."
"Yes," she cheered, lifting off my cock and taking off back to our beach house. Tucking myself back in, I chased after her, laughing the entire way. She was in for it, and it would be worth it. I loved that woman.
Chapter 8
Erica
We just arrived back from our honeymoon in the Bahamas, which had been wonderful except for the bouts of nausea. I had a feeling what the cause had been, but I hid it from Adrian. Today was his first day back at work, so I ran out and picked up a test. It came back positive, like I thought it would.
Adrian and I were going to be parents, and that sent me into a frenzy of activity. There was so much to be done, but most importantly, I had to tell Adrian. He worked until close tonight, and I had an idea.
Sneaking out of the condo and away from my guard, I went into the gym around eight thirty. I saw Rachael at the front desk, and I pressed my finger to my lips. She smiled and said, “He’s in a meeting with his lawyer.”
I knew why. My father had been released on bail, and even called to threaten my mother. It was foolish, but Adrian wasn’t taking any chances. I had a guard with me at all times, and he’d put a restraining order out against my father so he could have him arrested again.
“Thanks. Don’t let him know I’m here.”
“Lips are sealed.”
I entered the locker room and waited until eight fifty. Stripping down, I jumped into the shower. My mind went to all the things that had changed since I met Adrian. I smiled to myself, rubbing my belly. It had a small swell that wasn’t noticeable to anyone but me.
Twenty minutes passed before I heard my husband call out that the gym was closed. I knew he’d come in here looking to make sure no one left anything behind, but I refused to say a word.
Five minutes later, he came back as I sat with my legs spread out wide with my feet on the opposite sides of the bench. He stared at me with hooded, lustful eyes. “Ma’am, the gym is closed. You shouldn’t be in here.” The husky rasp of his voice hit me straight between my legs.
“Sorry, but I lost track of time.”
“Do you even have a membership to the gym?” he growled, stepping closer.
“No. I know the owner.”
“I don’t believe you.” He grabbed my towel and tugged it off. He straddled the bench in front of me, the bulge in his jeans unmistakable. “What am I going to do with you?”
“I’m sure you could think of something.” Growling, he lifted me onto his lap with my pussy wetting the front of his pants as he claimed my mouth. His strong hands rubbed all over my body until he cupped my ass cheeks and rolled my hips. “I missed you.”
“I missed you.” He stood me up as he opened his pants and freed his thick cock that I needed in me.
“Sit, my bad girl.” I straddled him again as my pussy sucked up his pole. “Damn, you feel so good. I love having you naked and waiting for me.” He bent down and ran his tongue over my nipple, then engulfed it with his heated mouth. I arched my back, gripping the bench as he moved to the other breast. His deft hand reached between us to tease my clit. With a little pressure, I was coming on his cock. He bit down and sucked, marking my neck until he unloaded inside of me.
Adrian laid his head on my stomach as I lay on the bench. I listened to the sound of his breathing until we heard the front door. We dressed quickly before the cleaning crew came into the locker rooms. We made it to his office before they saw us. When we came out, we were watched by them as they tried to hide their smiles.
“Have a good night, Mr. and Mrs. Greco.” On the way home, I couldn’t stop laughing until the baby let me know he was there.
“Oh my goodness. Please stop the car.” I grabbed the door handle and jumped out before throwing up on the side of a luckily empty street.
“Shit, Erica. Are you okay?” he hollered, jumping out of the ride and coming to my side.
“Yes, sorry. I guess laughing too much is out of the question,” I muttered that last part to myself while choking back another giggle. He handed me his sports bottle, which I used to rinse my mouth.
“I don’t find this funny. I’ve had enough. This is the sixth time you’ve thrown up.”
“I’m sorry…wait, you noticed?”
“You’re my wife. I notice everything.”
“Well, you missed something, but I assume it comes with time. I’m pregnant.”
“You’re having my baby?” he shouted, spinning me around, which was a bad idea. When he set me down, I leaned on the side of the vehicle. He breathed on my neck, apologizing like crazy. “How long have you known?”
“I had a feeling in the Bahamas. I had to check my calendar on my phone and thought it was probably late.”
“God, I love you. Thank you.” He bent down and kissed my stomach.
A police siren quickly went off one time, but then the lights pulled up behind us on the street.
“Freeze.” We did, because it was past midnight and my sundress was really short and his face was close to my pussy. Shit.
“What’s going on here? And don’t lie to me.”
“Officer, my wife and I were on our way home from our work when she got sick and asked me to pull over.”
“Bullshit. License. That’s not the first time I he
ard that story.”
“Wow, really?”
“Adrian, please.”
“Ma’am, are you okay?”
“Yes, sorry. This has to be the most unique way to tell him we’re having a baby.” We handed him our IDs. Luckily, I had mine changed before we left for our honeymoon.
“I’m sorry, but you’re not stopped in a good spot.”
“We’ll be on our way.”
“Good. Have a good night. Oh, and congratulations.”
“Thanks, officer.”
He nodded, and then Adrian helped me into my seat before closing the door and running over to his side. We were on the road before the cop car pulled out.
“It’s been an interesting night, Mrs. Greco.”
“To say the least. By the way, I haven’t heard from my guard.”
“That’s because he called to tell me he followed you to the gym and watched you enter. I told him to take the rest of the night off.”
“That bastard.” I thought I’d given him the slip.
“As much as you don’t like it, you need one. I can’t lose you and now our little one. You mean the world to me, Erica. Now, please don’t try that again. I’m still not against tying you to the bed.”
“Kinky bastard,” I teased, knowing how much he loved to spank me.
“Only for you.” He brought my hand to his lips, giving it a kiss before the light changed.
“You have some ties in the closet.”
“Bad girl,” he growled out, adjusting himself with one hand, the other on the steering wheel. I loved his reactions to me. I loved everything about Adrian.
Epilogue
Adrian
A year of marriage
I held the tiny version of myself in my arms. This had to be one of my favorite parts of the day. At three months old, AJ looked just like me, which peeved Erica to no end. “Welcome home,” she whispered, brushing her lips on my shoulder.
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