Her eyes flutter closed when I hit it.
A familiar trembling begins and I know she’s close. This time I don’t stop. I keep up the same pressure and pace, watching her beautiful face as she comes.
I kiss her hip, and she bucks off the bed.
Without pausing, I slip back inside her. Kissing her neck, her jaw, the corner of her mouth, I can’t get enough of her. We’re as close as two people can be, and it’s still not enough.
I need more.
I need to expand this love inside me.
“Let’s have a baby,” I whisper against her lips.
Chapter Five
“Let’s make a baby.” I repeat watching as her eyes widen and her pupils dilate.
“Right now?” Her voice is nothing more than a whisper.
I slowly move inside her. “Sure.”
“Oh…” Her breath catches.
“Breathe, Hailey.” I stroke down her cheek with the back of a finger. Tracing her jaw, I trail that finger down her neck, over her collarbone and down the center of her chest.
Her chest trembles with her inhale.
“Um, I’m on the pill. Remember?” She doesn’t blink, her eyes searching mine.
Of course. I honestly forgot. I still my movements, but don’t withdraw.
“Maybe you should stop.” Leaning forward, I kiss the spot near her ear that always makes her moan.
“Having sex with you? Or taking the pill?”
I cup her breast and squeeze. “Definitely not the sex part.
I roll us so she’s on top of me, her knees straddling my hips. I weave my fingers through hers and lift her hands to my mouth, slowly kissing my way across each of her knuckles.
She sighs. “Are you sure?”
Afraid to say something stupid, I nod, looking into her eyes.
“Oh…”
I kiss her palm before placing it over my heart. I move our other hands, fingers still woven together, and rest them on her lower stomach, below her belly button. I nod again. “Never been so sure about something that scares me so much.”
My focus is on our hands over her belly as I lose myself in thoughts of feeling and watching it swell with a baby we’ll make together.
Her fingers spread over my heart. “Tom?”
I lift my gaze from her stomach to her face.
“Are you serious?”
“What makes you think I’m joking about this?” I gently press against her hand, then let my hand skim her skin down to where she ends and I begin.
She shifts above me, gently tipping her hips. I’m reminded of our connection. It’s not only sexual. I’m hers, all of me. Heart, soul, and body.
“I want to make babies with you. I want little versions of us running around in the world. Dimples, long legs, beautiful, kind, stubborn humans that are half you and half me.”
She pinches my nipple. “The stubborn and dimple parts they’ll get from you, right?”
I flinch, but grin. Holding her hips, I pull her down further onto me. “Say yes.”
Tears sparkle in her eyes. “I already said yes when you proposed last year.”
“Let’s set a date. Let’s make babies.”
Her laughter tickles my skin when she leans forward. “Which one do you want to do first?”
“Does it matter?”
“How about we start with the wedding and one baby?”
I frown and press my lips together. “Okay on the wedding, if it’s soon. By the end of the year. I want you knocked up and barefoot by Christmas.”
“That’s so romantic.”
“Fine. You can wear socks. I know how you hate cold feet.”
A small smile tugs at her lips.
“Since you get the socks, how do you feel about twins? Go for the twofer?”
Her eyes widen again and she stills her slow grind. We’re talking more than we’re having sex right now despite me being completely buried inside her and her naked boobs inches from my mouth.
“Think how great twin boys would be?” I tease her breast, bringing it close to my lips so I can gently bite her nipple. She doesn’t move or speak. With my mouth still on her, I study her face above me. I use my teeth to get her attention.
“Twin boys? Two Donnely boys?” Her stare is faraway. I can’t tell if the idea delights or terrifies her.
I kiss her nipple and release her. “Or girls. Or one of each. You know, triplets.”
It’s an old joke, but it makes her laugh.
“Us as parents.” Her voice falters.
“We’re going to be amazing. Much better than John. I found Alene in the dog crate today.”
“Again?”
We both chuckle.
Our eyes meet and our smiles mirror each other. I lean up on my elbows to reach her mouth. She meets me halfway, slipping her tongue between my lips. The need for words disappears as our bodies move together. I tangle my fingers into her hair, gently tugging her head back to look into her eyes. Our breaths mix together when I use my hands on her hips to increase our rhythm.
I circle my thumb in the spot that drives her wild. She arches her back and comes apart above me as another orgasm hits her. This is the kind of two-fer she loves.
My thrusts stall and become erratic as her pulsing pushes me into my own orgasm.
We won’t make a baby tonight.
I’ll try to be patient. I’m not promising I’ll be successful.
I drift off to sleep thinking about fat babies with dimples and dark hair.
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Born and raised in San Diego, Daisy currently lives in a real life Stars Hollow in the Boston suburbs with her husband, their rescue dog Mulder, and an indeterminate of imaginary house goats. When not writing, she can be found in the garden or kitchen, lost in a good book, or on social media, usually talking about hot, bearded men.
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More by Daisy Prescott
Modern Love Stories:
We Were Here (prequel to Geoducks)
Geoducks Are for Lovers
Missionary Position
Happily Ever Now (coming Winter 2017)
Next to You
A sports Rom-Com standalone
Wingmen:
Ready to Fall
Confessions of a Reformed Tom Cat
Wingmen
(a boxed set of Ready to Fall & Confessions of a Reformed Tom Cat)
Anything but Love
Better Love (coming Fall 2016)
Short Stories:
Take Two (Maggie and Gil)
Take the Cake and Run (John and Diane)
Take for Granted (Jo and Ben)
Take it Easy (Tom and Hailey plus John and Diane)
Give and Take (a crossover between Modern Love Stories and Wingmen)
Two Wingmen and a Baby (John with Tom and Hailey)
B
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A magical Halloween novelette set in Salem, Massachusetts
Spellbound
A magical continuation of Bewitched
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Ready to Fall
Chapter One
A high pitched wailing entered my dream. Slowly, I shook off the warm breeze and sunshine from the catamaran and opened my eyes to my bedroom. It took a minute or two for me to determine the sound wasn’t from my dream, but coming from next door. From Maggie’s house. Her smoke detector was going off.
From where he stood on the comforter facing the window overlooking the beach, Babe’s barks drowned out the noise. Tossing the comforter and blankets off of me, I leapt from the bed, followed by Babe, and headed downstairs. Kelly rolled over and put the pillow over her head, grumbling about it still being dark out and what the hell was wrong with me for waking her up. Ignoring her, I grabbed my jeans and thermal from the floor, and raced from the room, not bothering to zip my jeans.
I reached the door to the deck where Babe pawed to get outside. The second I opened the door, he bounded out and barked at Maggie’s cabin.
I peered through the pre-dawn gloom, but couldn’t see any flames or smoke. As far as I knew, Maggie was in Portland with whatshisface. There shouldn’t be any reason for her smoke detector to be going off. The battery could be dying, and if that was the cause for the ruckus, I’d give her an earful about changing her batteries with the time change next time I saw her.
The breeze shifted and I could smell the distinct scent of smoke coming from her cabin. Where there was smoke, there was fire.
I ran across the narrow yard separating our properties. Luckily, I knew she hid a key under a frog at the foot of her steps. Searching for the damn frog, I bent over, peering into the dark when the door to the deck flew open and slammed into the wall.
What the hell?
A petite brunette I’d never laid eyes on swung a throw blanket over her head while she attempted to chase the smoke pouring from the door.
Who the fuck is that? I stared at her. Now she ran around the living room, opening windows as the smoke detector continued to squawk its annoying beeping into the sleepy morning.
The smoke appeared to be coming from the wood stove. Miss Blanket Waver probably hadn’t opened the flue. She must not be from around here.
Walking through the open door, I coughed and waved the smoke away from my face as I headed toward the stove.
Without introducing myself, I said, “You forgot to open the flue.”
The woman stood at the kitchen sink, trying to open the window, and jumped at the sound of my voice.
“Cheesy Rice and Joseph!” she shouted and turned to face me, clutching her hand to her chest. “Who the fuck are you?”
Leaning over, I swung the lever to open the flue on the chimney stack. “I’m the neighbor. Who the fuck are you? Cause I know this isn’t your house.”
With the doors and windows open the room began to clear of smoke, but the smoke alarm continued its piercing cadence. Where the hell was the damn thing? I stared at the ceiling and followed the beeping until I spied the red-lighted beast in the hallway. I reached up and knocked it from its perch, removed the batteries, and set it on the kitchen counter.
“Ah, silence,” I said. Observing the woman, I noticed she had wrapped her blanket weapon around her shoulders. Sticking out below the blanket I could see a pair of flannel pajama bottoms and mismatched socks. “You going to tell me who you are and what you are doing in my friend’s house? Or am I going to call the sheriff?”
She tightened the throw around her shoulders and glared at me, but not before I noticed her eyes linger at my waist and my jeans hanging off my hips.
I smiled at her to let her know I’d caught her staring before closing my jeans.
She didn’t blush or glance away, but continued to glare at me. “Do you always barge into people’s homes at the crack of dawn?”
“I do when the alarm wakes me up and smoke fills the air.” I crossed my arms and waited.
“I’m renting the place for a few months. Arrived on the ferry last night.”
She didn’t tell me her name. Nope, definitely not from around here.
“Well, that explains what you are doing here, but not who you are. I’ll go first. I’m John Day. I live next door. The yellow lab out on the deck is Babe. Your turn.”
“Diane. Diane Watson. Well, Woodley, but Watson soon.”
“Nice to meet you, Diane Woodley-but-Watson-soon. Is that hyphenated?” I stuck out my hand to shake hers, figuring it was the polite thing to do.
She laughed, but it sounded hollow, not a real laugh. Somehow the smile didn’t reach her brown eyes. She shook my hand and said, “Just Woodley. Watson is my maiden name. I’m thinking of changing it back.”
“No more Mr. Woodley?” I asked.
She scowled. “No more Mr. Woodley. Or there won’t be soon enough.”
“If you are planning on murdering your husband, don’t tell me. I don’t want to be an accessory. I’m here to open the flue and prevent you from burning down my friend’s house.” I smiled at her. “Plus, it’s way too early to hear all the gory details of your personal life.”
She laughed this time and it was real. “No, no murder. Not that it hasn’t crossed my mind. Sorry about the smoke detector. I thought I knew how to build a fire. The fire part I figured out, but not the flue. Obviously.”
“Obviously.”
“Thanks for coming over and saving the day.”
“No problem. I keep an eye on the house for Maggie, it’s what neighbors do around here.” I surveyed the quiet beach. “In January, not many of us live down here on the beach, we have to band together.”
“I appreciate it. I’d hate to have the fire department show up on my first morning here. Sorry to wake you so early. I guess I’m still on east coast time.”
“Honestly, no problem. Nice to meet you,” I said, backing toward the door. “Well, I’ll leave you to it. You probably want to change out the batteries on all the detectors. Who knows the last time Maggie changed them.”
She looked forlorn standing alone in the living room with the blanket falling off her shoulders. The Soon-to-be-not-Woodley blinked at me before remembering her manners.
“It was nice to meet you. I don’t know anyone on the island, so it’s nice to meet my neighbor. I hope to see you around again.”
“You probably will. Island’s a small place, and the beach especially. Give a holler if you need anything.” I turned when I opened the door. “And don’t forget to open the flue when you start a fire.”
She seemed embarrassed, but smiled. “Thanks, John.”
I gave her a wave and headed back over to the house with Babe on my heels. It was weird to have someone besides Maggie living in the cabin. Diane appeared nice enough, but she was no fiery redhead like Maggie.
I crawled back into bed after shedding my jeans. Kelly rolled over and curled into my side, mumbling about barking dogs and smoke. I stayed awake for a while, thinking about the woman next door and the expression on her face as if she didn’t have a friend in the world. I’d have to text Maggie later to let her know about the wood stove. And find out more about her new tenant with the sad eyes.
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