by Nikki Ash
Once I get situated I text Liz to let me know when the girl coming in to interview arrives. Helping me definitely isn’t in Liz’s job description but she is doing me a huge favor by screening through the resumes and weeding out the ones who wouldn’t be a good fit here.
“Hey Caleb… Someone is here to see you.” Liz pokes her head in my door looking extremely uncomfortable. “For an interview?” I ask. I glance at my watch and see she is extremely early.
“No. How about I just send her in.”
“Ok.”
A few minutes later there is a knock on my door.
“Come in.”
I look up to see Ashley standing in the doorway. I stand up to greet her and ask her to have a seat.
“Is everything ok?”
She closes her eyes and swallows slowly before opening them back up again. I have never seen Ashley look so nervous.
“I need your help, Caleb. Please. I am begging you.”
* * * * *
I am trying to concentrate on whatever Bentley is saying but I have been watching Hayley all day and the sight of my beautiful pregnant wife has me losing my ability to think. Walking around in her bikini with some see-through thing that ties around her waist has my cock constantly hard. Her swollen breasts are perfect, her swollen belly even more perfect. Even seeing her mingling with people, smiling, laughing, and touching her belly is turning me on.
I can’t take it anymore so while she is saying goodbye to the last of Marco’s school friends and parents I excuse myself from Bentley and join her. I angle myself against her side sliding my arm around her back and shoulder; I pull her close so she feels my hard on pressing into her. She gives me a mischievous smile as she returns my embrace and we wave goodbye to the departing guest. As we loose sight of them I turn her into me and whisper five simple words to sum up the thoughts of how irresistible she has been today. “You look so fucking hot.” I want to say more. Shit I want to do more but I have to remind myself this is an important day for Marco on so many levels so my dick is just going to have to wait until later.
Now that all of Marco’s friends from school have left and it’s just our close friends and family Hayley and I go inside to grab the last but definitely not the least of his birthday presents. I swear I am just as excited if not more excited than Marco is about today. We gather everyone around the outdoor table by the pool. Kayla already knows what this last present is so she has her camera ready. We watch in anticipation and excitement as Marco rips open the wrapping paper and briefly reads his new-framed official birth certificate and reads aloud “Marco Alejandro Michaels.” His reaction of surprise and happiness has us all crying. I pull him and Hayley into a three-way hug and declare “We are now officially the Michaels family!” and my heart swells.
While Hayley was able to adopt Marco a few months ago, I had to wait until we were married. The day our marriage certificate came in we went down to the courthouse to file the adoption and name change paperwork. I thought being a husband and father would be scary but it’s honestly the best decision I have ever made. I can’t wait to add our little princess to the mix. All in all today has been the best half-year birthday- Fourth of July- official adoption ever.
After the full day we have had I can tell Hayley is getting tired so I tell her to go inside and relax while Marco and I clean up. He talks my ear off about the most exciting parts of his first birthday party and all the presents he received. I don’t think I have ever seen a kid so grateful. After we are done cleaning I tell him to grab a shower and then he can play one of his new videogames for thirty minutes before bed.
While he is content in his world I head off to take a shower myself. I stop as I enter the room. Hayley is napping on the bed and I contemplate backing out of the room and taking a shower down the hall so I don’t disturb her. She looks so gorgeous laying there, her face slightly pink from the sun and the hint of a smile on her lips. I wonder if she is dreaming. Before I can decide whether or not to wake her up she stirs awake on her own.
“Hey,” she says sleepily.
“Hey yourself. You feeling rested?”
“Yes, thank you.”
“Well the house is clean and Marco is clean and playing a video game… I was going to take a shower. Do you want to join me?”
“You know it.”
I help her up and then lead the way into the bathroom stripping my board shorts as I go. She playfully slaps my ass in the process and picks up my shorts to throw them in the hamper. I turn on the shower to let the water heat up while she undresses and turn back to give her a hug, my cock grazing her protruding stomach. My dick jumps against her belly as I kiss her mouth softly seeking entrance. She willingly obliges and her mouth is sweet and warm. Just like her pussy.
In the shower I can’t take my eyes off of her as she soaps up her body, caressing her breasts and rubbing her hand over her mound. I don't know if she’s purposely doing it but she is so damn sexy. I ignore my desire for her and fill her in on what Marco told me about his party.
As soon as we are done drying off, I throw on my boxers and sweats, and then peek into Marco’s room. “Hey Bud, it’s time for bed. Mom and I will be in to say goodnight in a minute.”
Hayley is smiling at me as I come back into our room to get her.
“What?” I ask playfully.
“Nothing, it’s just that I am so happy.”
“Ditto,” I reply as we both head back out to say goodnight to our son. I don’t think I will ever get tired of saying those words. Our son.
After we say goodnight we both head back to the bedroom to relax. I’m just going to be real, everyone expects you to love every minute of pregnancy but honestly Hayley’s first trimester kind of sucked. She constantly had morning sickness, thought she looked fat not pregnant despite me telling her every day how beautiful she is, and she didn't want to be touched much less have sex most days.
But if the first trimester sucked the second had to be amazing. She is no longer sick, her belly has become more pronounced so she feels better about herself, and to top it off she is horny twenty-four seven. If the rest of her pregnancy stays like this I can see myself knocking her up at least a couple more times.
I look over at my wife reading on her iPad and hope whatever scene she is reading will help make tonight interesting.
Hayley
“Any good scenes in that book?”
I look over at my husband, shake my head and laugh. I swear his brain is hardwired to think about sex at all times of the day. “Yes but not what you are thinking. The couple in the book just said their vows and everyone is clapping for them as they kiss.”
“Do you regret not having a wedding like that?”
I don’t even need to think about my answer before responding. “No, all I wanted was to be married to you. I didn’t need or want any of the glitz or glamour. I just needed and wanted you.”
After everybody left our house after celebrating our engagement we cleaned up, put Marco to bed, and then sprawled across the couch to watch some television. The movie What Happens in Vegas was on and Caleb made a joke about it and then laughed.
“Huh?” To be honest I wasn’t really paying attention to the movie or to him. I was staring at my beautiful engagement ring and on cloud nine.
“We live in Vegas. We wouldn’t even have to elope. We should go to the courthouse tomorrow and just get married.”
I sat up straight and assessed whether or not he was serious. I couldn’t tell.
“Are you being serious or fucking with me?”
“I don’t know… if I was serious would that be something you would consider? I mean do you want the big wedding? I want you to have whatever you want.”
“Let’s do it.”
Caleb sat up mimicking my position.
“Hayley, are you being serious or fucking with me?”
“Are we playing copy-cat?”
“What the fuck is copy-cat?” He looked confused.
“Neve
r mind. Yes, I am serious. Let’s get married tomorrow, just you, Marco, and me. Let’s go to the courthouse and get married, and then file for you to adopt Marco.”
“Hayley, are you sure? I know most women want a big wedding…”
“No, I don’t. I just want you.”
And that’s exactly what we did.
“Earth to Hayley. You there?”
I put my iPad on the nightstand and then roll over to straddle my husband. “I’m sorry. I was remembering the night we decided to elope. Do you have any regrets?”
Caleb puts his hands on my belly and gently massages my front. “Baby, my only regret is not making you mine even sooner.”
He takes me by my hips and carefully lifts me off of him laying me on my back so he is hovering over me. Then he drags his body down mine until his face is level with my protruding belly. Lifting up my shirt until it reaches just below my breasts he gives my belly a kiss and then looks up at me. “Have I told you today how beautiful you look knocked up with my baby?”
I shake my head laughing at his choice of words. “Well, that’s a damn shame, because you do. You look fucking gorgeous with my baby in you. I think I might have to keep you pregnant for the next several years.”
He gives my belly one more kiss then moves downward towards my sex. He pushes my pajamas bottoms and panties down my legs throwing them on the ground. Spreading my legs and then spreading my folds he softly blows onto my clit eliciting chills straight up my spine causing my nipples to harden.
“Baby, grab your nipples for me.” I do as he says and remove my shirt adding it to the pile of clothes on the floor. With my eyes locked on Caleb’s I take both of my nipples between my thumbs and forefingers and twist them to the point it just not hurts. I can’t help but let out a moan.
Caleb gives me a sexy smirk and then his face disappears between my legs. He blows one more time on my sex and then his mouth is on my clit. Licking it. Sucking it. Biting it. My hips buck needing more. He inserts two fingers into my soaking wet pussy and I damn near come on the spot. He continues to lick my swollen clit while finger fucking me. My orgasm begins to build higher and higher. I am wound so tight I need to release. I can feel it right there on the edge and I just want to fall. I twist my sensitive nipples one last time and that’s all it takes to push me off the ledge, my orgasm spilling over. My eyes close from the intensity and I swear I feel light headed.
When I open my eyes my beautiful husband is staring at me with a huge grin on his face.
“Get up here,” I demand playfully. He crawls back up my body and without saying a word enters me. His hands are on either side of my face and I can feel his abs rubbing up against my belly. He leans his face down and gives me a kiss. I can taste myself on him and it’s such a turn on. He lifts his upper body off me and grabbing one of my legs hooks it on his forearm angling himself to go deeper. With his other hand he begins to rub my clit. I am already sensitive from my last orgasm and within minutes I am coming again. Once he knows I have come Caleb picks up his speed and seconds later is coming in me.
He gets up to clean himself and grabs a washcloth for me. After we are both clean he throws the washcloth into the hamper and lies down in bed spooning me from behind, wrapping his arms around me with his hands splayed out across my belly. Ever since he found out I was pregnant this has become his go to position. Some nights I would seriously like to push him away and tell him I need my space but when he told me he read the baby can feel his warmth, I knew I better get used to sleeping in this position.
“Did your interview go good today?” I ask remembering he is in need of a new dancer since one of the girls had to quit suddenly.
His body tenses but quickly relaxes. “I filled the position.”
“That’s good. You know if you ever need a fill-in once I’m no longer pregnant I can totally be your girl. I bet I could bust out some serious moves on a pole.”
He nuzzles his face into my hair and chuckles quietly.
“The only place I want to see you busting out any moves is in this bedroom, baby. You are mine. Mine to touch. Mine to kiss. Mine to love.”
“And you are mine.”
“Damn right, baby. I am yours.”
From Fighting For a Second Chance
(Book One of the Fighting Series)
Chapter One
Liz
May 2009
As I sit in the auditorium of my high school surrounded by three hundred of my fellow classmates that I have gone to school with my entire life, I look through the sea of maroon and white caps and gowns in search of her. I finally lock eyes with Kayla, the best friend a girl could ever ask for.
How we became best friends is anybody’s guess since we are polar opposites in every way. While she has natural blonde hair that is long and pin straight, I have mousy brown wavy hair that spirals half way down my back. She has striking blue eyes to my boring light brown. Her pale skin looks like she has never stepped foot on a beach despite living in Florida and surfing the waves her entire life. My skin is naturally a caramel brown even though I can’t stand the beach in spite of living so close to it all my life. Where Kayla is outgoing and always the life of the party, I am more quiet and reserved. We both cheerlead for our local high school for the last four years but I am only a cheerleader because Kayla begged me to try out and I gave in afraid of losing my best friend to the popular crowd. She made team captain so it was a given I would be on the squad as well. I truly enjoy school and reading is my favorite pastime while Kayla spends her evenings partying it up and the mornings copying my notes.
When our eyes lock, I smile at her and she smirks back at me. Words don’t have to be spoken to know what we are each thinking. After being inseparable for the last thirteen years we can practically read each other’s minds without saying a word.
In about four more hours we will be on our way to Miami Beach to party it up for the next seven days courtesy of my parents as a graduation gift. Now, I am far from a partier but even I am excited to spend a week in South Beach. I might be a bookworm but I am still a teenager.
The principal begins calling us up by last name and I am one of the first people to step across the stage, as my last name is Browning. As I walk across the stage I can hear Kayla hollering my name at the top of her lungs. “Go Liz!” I can also hear my parents and brother cheering me on.
I smile wide and stop at the end of the stage so the photographer can snap my picture. I am extremely excited to finally be done with high school, and ready to begin my journey as a college student in a few short weeks at the University of Las Vegas. Kayla and I will be going to the same college and living together just off of campus. I was accepted to ULV on a full academic scholarship to major in business and accounting. Yep, not only am I a book nerd but I also love math and I am really good with numbers. I have no idea what I want to do with the numbers yet but I know I want to spend my day with them and my nights with a good book.
Kayla’s parents are just so happy she is actually going to college they are insisting on paying her tuition as well as our rent while we are there. She has no idea what she plans to study but I don’t think they care as long as she goes. Since my parents are so thankful to Kayla’s for paying the rent since my scholarship didn’t cover room and board, they are paying for Kayla and me to go away for a week before we head to college. I am excited to do some shopping and lounge by the pool with my latest romance novel on my iPad. Kayla has bookmarked and sent me every hot spot imaginable that we must check out. That girl would seriously have us partying twenty-eight hours a day if that were even possible. I am hoping she will get completely partied out and pass out, allowing me to sneak out and do some serious reading by the pool. With the stress of finals behind me, I have too many books calling my name.
The principal announces, “Kayla Peterson” and just about the entire auditorium of students cheer. I wasn’t kidding when I said she is the life of the party. I don’t think there is a single person here that isn’t
friends with Kayla. She walks across the stage and when she gets to the end where the photographer is waiting she raises her fist and yells, “Yeah baby!”
Everybody can’t help but laugh at her enthusiasm. When Kayla smiles and laughs you can’t help but join in.
What feels like several hours later everybody’s names have been called and the principal announces, “Congratulations class of 2009!”
Throwing our caps high into the air we all hoot and holler at our freedom. We are officially high school graduates! I find Kayla and we make our way to our parents who are waiting just outside the auditorium. After taking several pictures by ourselves, with each other, with our parents, and with our brothers, who are good friends and will be sophomores next year, we make our way to the exit to go out to dinner to celebrate.
“I can’t believe my baby is all grown up! It feels like yesterday you girls were coming home from kindergarten and begging to go on your first play date.” My mom can’t stop crying while we enjoy our Crème brûlée at our favorite Parisian restaurant downtown.
“Oh mom, stop.” I mumble back. I swear she has cried more this week then I have ever seen her cry my entire life.
“But it’s true! You are going to be so far away in Nevada. Promise me you will come home and visit often. I am so afraid you will get over there and never come back.”
I love my mom to death but I think moving away will help me spread my wings. We are extremely close but because of that I always live in fear of not wanting to do anything to disappoint her, not that she would judge me in any way if I screwed up. My mom isn’t like that; she has always been more of a friend than a mother. She had me at eighteen years old after my dad and her had been dating for four years. They met their freshman year in high school and it was instant love. I have personally never been in love but I find it hard to believe one can fall in love with somebody they just met; however, I would never tell her that.