Truth or Lies

by JA Johnston

  My body is tremoring with heat and tingles. I feel like a circuit board coming to life as his tongue and fingers are exploring and igniting dormant sensors. I’ve never felt so much warmth radiating through my body, and it keeps getting warmer, hotter. I run my fingers through the top of his hair and thrust my mound up, he moans. I feel the moan go through me and it ignites!

  All my nerves in my body are bursting. I feel my body burning as I detonate; “OH MY GOD ADAM!” My hips thrust upwards not just once, but several times. Adam continues making a meal out of me, as I feel the burning desire tamper down but not fade.

  Adam places soft kisses to the inside of my thighs before he slowly stands. He’s staring at me with hunger in his eyes. Apparently, he didn’t satisfy his hunger. I watch as he unfastens his jeans and slides them down. Standing in his black boxers he says, “I don’t want anything between us.”

  I know what he means, “I’m clean.”

  He quickly slides off his boxers and moves towards me on the bed. With one knee on the bed, he nods for me to move up. I slide up as I watch him stroke his length. Oh, my! How to describe how sexy it is to watch him do this while he’s looking at me as if he wants to devour me. Once I’m settled, he’s between my legs and lowering himself. He aligns himself at my entrance and thrusts slowly, in and out a little at a time.

  Once he’s completely in, he stills. He’s huge! I feel so full. Never, have I felt anything like this. I lock my arms around his neck and take a deep breath. “Are you alright?” He asks.

  “Yes.” He looks into my eyes and begins to move again as he claims my mouth in a kiss. I lift my legs up and wrap around his waist, his thrusts are faster. Faster and faster, then he pushes himself up onto his arms. With one hand, he lifts my left thigh up a bit and slams into me again.

  This opens me up a bit more and I feel him hit my cervix as he begins thrusting again. Our breathing is becoming faster; I feel the heat spreading through my body again. Igniting! Releasing! We both yell out each other names, “ADAM” “AMELIA”

  “I didn’t know you took this picture.” I say looking into his eyes. I’m falling in love with him. No. I am in love with him. He’s already told me, but I haven’t told him, and I don’t know why I can’t say what I am feeling for him.

  Adam just smiles at me and holds me; “I love looking at this picture of you. I often wonder what you were thinking about that morning.”

  “I’m not sure I was thinking anything. I was very content after having been feasted upon more than once.” I smile, remembering that night very well. The hunger we both have for one another is all consuming.

  Adam leans in and nips my earlobe; “I’m in the mood for more feasting.” He grins.

  I answer him with a kiss.

  Seventeen years, five months

  I AM 21 weeks pregnant. I already feel gigantic; I can’t imagine how much bigger I am going to get. I’ve been feeling them moving around a lot more this past week. Especially at night. Lucas and I lay here with our hands on my stomach. Weeks ago, Lucas began rubbing my belly with lotion at night. It’s become our nightly ritual along with him talking to them.

  Last night we discussed names. We just cannot seem to agree. “I think we should really consider Amelia being her first or middle name.” Lucas rubs the lotion in as I smell the cocoa butter scent.

  “That’s my first name and my mother’s middle name.” I’m thinking, “My mother’s name was Courtney Amelia, Grams is Eileen Amelia.” I look at Lucas’ face, taking in his strong features. “That’s a lot of Amelia’s.” I try to joke.

  “It is, that’s why I think we should keep it going. I love your name, and obviously so does your family.” He smiles at me. “What’s your other grandmother’s name?”

  “Helen Cierra Bennett, that’s where my middle name came from. I was named after both my grandmothers.” I sigh. “I don’t want either of those names for our little girl.” Now I am looking down at my stomach watching Lucas caress the lotion into it.

  Lucas takes my hand in his. “Hey, we get to choose. Why don’t you want to use Amelia or Courtney?”

  “I’m not against Courtney.” I shrug my shoulder; “And Amelia, it’s just been used for three of us. I love Grams and my mother. I would love to honor both of them, Eileen Courtney or Courtney Eileen. But it just doesn’t do anything for me. Then I think about your mother, how would she feel if I give names from just my family.” I sigh.

  “You’re over thinking. Besides, my mother’s name is Grace Maureen.” He makes a face.

  I chuckle, “Definitely not Maureen. I love your mom, but that name does nothing for me.” I’m smiling at the thought of that name when I whisper, “Courtney Grace.” Once those two names are said I feel a big kick against my hand. My eyes go wide as I look into Lucas’ mirroring eyes.

  “I think she has a name.” Lucas says in a wobbly voice. “Courtney Grace Bishop, do you like your name?” he whispers close to my stomach. Another kick is felt. Lucas kisses my stomach, then sits up and kisses me. “One name down, another to go.”

  “I’m not sure I can think of names the rest of the night.” I kiss him, Lucas’ hand roams over my stomach, gently brushing his fingertips across, then back. I close my eyes letting the sensation consume me. I feel so relaxed that I barely feel Lucas kiss me goodnight.

  I am not sure how I am showered and dressed before Lucas awakes in the morning. I stand beside our bed looking down at him. How many times have I done this?

  He’s lying on his back with his left arm spread under my pillow beside him. The sheet is down around his waist, and his right calf is on top of the sheet. His right hand is resting on his abdomen.

  I love the way his brown hair compliments his warm skin tone. His hair has grown some since the wedding, making his waves more pronounced. I am so glad I convinced him not to shave.

  It’s hard to resist running my hand through his chest hair down past his abs below his navel where there’s a tiny trail of hair leading under the sheet. I’m biting my lip as my hand roams his torso.

  “Mmm...” he moans as he begins to stretch his body, awakening his muscles. He brings both his arms up which just outlines and defines the muscles in his arms and chest. “What are you doing up already?” he asks in a half-awake tone.

  “I couldn’t sleep any longer. I wasn’t comfortable. I had to use the bathroom.” I lightly smile looking at him, “Take your pick.”

  “All of the above.” He grins, then yawns. “Did you not sleep well? You went out pretty quickly.”

  “I did, on and off.” I shrug, “I guess I am getting used to it.” I still have a small smile while I’m looking down at him when he picks my hand up and kisses it.

  “As much as I like where your hand was ready to explore, we won’t have time…” he doesn’t finish what he was saying when the doorbell rings. “And that’s why we won’t have time.” He finishes.

  “Who’s here this early?”

  “Adam. He’s come over to help me put the cribs together.” He sits up. “Do you mind sitting with him for a bit while I jump in the shower?” He looks at me with those blue sleepy eyes, messy hair, and wraps his arms around me. He places a kiss on my stomach.

  “I suppose.” I smile at him and run my fingers through the top of his hair. “I’ll go make some breakfast and coffee.” I run my hands over his shoulders down his strong arms.

  The doorbell rings once more before I open it. Adam is standing there with flowers in his hand, he smiles at me. “Good Morning.” He states as he hands me the flowers.

  “What are these for?” I grin and bring the bouquet up to my nose and inhale, they smell divine. It’s a beautiful colorful mix with lilies, mini carnations, coral roses and lavender. I don’t know why he bought these, but I think my face is going to break with how huge my smile must be.

  “Well, to be honest, since I was coming over here early, I didn’t want you to be mad if I woke you up, so it’s a peace offering.” He beams. “Which it looks like I
have.”

  “You have what?” I ask confusingly.

  “Woke you up.” He points towards me. I look down and laugh.

  I bite my lips together and shake my head. Grinning stupidly, I say, “Come in.” I step aside and let him in. “I haven’t bought many maternity clothes yet. So, I wear a lot of Lucas’ shirts at home.” He noticed what I wear? I do notice that he’s wearing black sweatpants, a loose-fitting gray t-shirt, and sneakers. His hair looks like he just ran his fingers through it. “Have you eaten?”

  “Yes.” He follows me through the house towards the kitchen. “So, this is the house.” He looks around as we walk. “Wow! How big is this place?” He’s looking up at the open floor plan from the living room to the kitchen. Above is the upstairs walkway.

  “A little over four thousand square feet.” I say shaking my head. I still can’t believe Lucas surprised me with this house. It’s huge for the two us, but who knew we would get pregnant right away.

  Adam whistles. “This was your wedding present from him. What did you get him?” He smiles and his eyes seem to twinkle when they look at me.

  “I didn’t know about this.” I say lifting my arms up waving around the room as I walk towards the kitchen. “His present is this.” I say and rub my stomach after I put the flowers down on the counter.

  “This kitchen is amazing.”

  “It is.” I love the kitchen. It’s not too big, but big enough to move around and entertain in if I have to. I walk over to turn on the coffee pot, then I walk out of the kitchen area down the small hallway into the pantry to get a vase. When I turn around, I walk right into Adam.

  “I’m beginning to think you like being in my arms.” He says in a husky tone as he holds me steady with one arm around my lower back, his other hand is on top of mine, holding the vase. I can feel the heat coming off of his body, his chest is moving up and down as he breathes. I can feel his breath and smell his cologne. Old Spice.

  “I didn’t know you followed me.” I say softly. I clear my throat. “I was getting a vase for my flowers.” I stutter. Why does he have this affect on me? “Thank you, for the flowers.” I take a deep breath after I say this. I don’t know why I did, all it does is make his scent that much stronger. I close my eyes and shake my head slightly. He releases his arm from my lower back and takes the vase completely from my hands.

  “I’ve got this.” Adam takes the vase from my hands and walks out of the pantry.

  He places the vase on the counter after we enter the kitchen and takes a seat on the stool. “Would you like a cup of coffee?” I ask.

  “Yes, thank you.” I place his mug in front of him along with cream and sugar, I don’t know what he uses. “Just black.” He grins. “Thought you didn’t like coffee?” He asks.

  “I like coffee. Just not right now.” I sigh. “I need to stop doing that.”

  “Doing what?”

  “Sighing. There’s a lot of food and drinks that I love, but” I say as I rub my belly; “these two don’t want me to have it.” I look at him, “Right now I hate drinking coffee and hate eating chicken.” I look at him with wide eyes.

  He laughs at me. “Is that all?”

  “God no, there’s a long list. Then there’s the craving I’ve been having for lemonade. I can’t get enough of it!”

  He just laughs. “I’m glad Lucas asked me to help today, I like getting to know you, Amelia.” He smiles. “Hate that it took so long to meet you. But these past two years have been busy.”

  I chuckle; “I thought Lucas made you up, an imaginary friend.”

  Adam is laughing with me when Lucas comes down the stairs. “What are you two laughing about?”

  “Amelia was just telling me that she thought I was your imaginary friend.”

  “Ha-ha!” Lucas says mockingly as he walks over to pour himself some coffee. He casually leans against the counter, wearing his gray jogging pants and Captain America t-shirt I gave him long ago. His hair is still damp, “What time are you going shopping?” He asks me.

  “You’re leaving?” Adam asks.

  “Yes, clothes shopping. I don’t want to be mistaken of just being woken up.” I glare at him amusingly. Lucas just looks at us confused. “Dan is bringing Grams over in an hour.”

  “Are you sure you don’t want me to come along?” Lucas just stares at me with a twinkle in his eye. He’s up to something.

  I stare at him trying to figure out, “What are you up to?”

  “Who? Me?” Lucas smiles, with his hands and coffee cup up the air. “Nothing.”

  “You just asked if I wanted you to come along clothes shopping. That is something you despise. So, you’re trying to throw me off on something.” My hands are on my hips and I am glaring at him.

  Lucas places his mug down on the granite counter and walks over to me. He places his hands on either side of my waist. “I am not up to anything. Just having some guy time.” He places a soft quick kiss against my lips.

  “I still think you are up to something.” I give him a knowing look. He just shakes his head at me, I’m ready to say more, but he’s saved when the doorbell rings again.

  “I’ll get it.” He walks off towards the front door.

  I turn around and glare at Adam, “What are the two of you up to?”

  He throws his hands up, “Nothing!”

  “The two of you are really terrible liars.” I shake my head at him and turn when I hear Grams come into the living room. My heart bursts with warmth and love as I tenderly smile at her.

  “Is my girl ready?” she’s smiling as she enters the kitchen.

  “I am.” Grams looks over at Adam and smiles as she introduces herself.

  “I forgot you two haven’t met yet.” I feel an arm come around my shoulder, a quick kiss on the cheek.

  “Morning Mels! Got Grams here just like I said I would.” He smiles.

  An idea pops into my head; “Are you coming shopping with us Dan?” I grin up at him with puppy dog eyes.

  He just shakes his head and laughs, “Nope. No way.”

  “Why not?”

  “I love you, Mels, but I’ve been shopping with you once before and that wasn’t by choice. You tricked me into it. Besides, this is a day for you two.” He nods at Grams who’s still talking to Adam.

  “What are you doing today?”

  “Staying here. That way I can bring Grams home.” This is when I notice that he’s wearing sweatpants, his Green Arrow t-shirt, that yes, I got him long ago also. I wonder if they are going somewhere? Or do they plan to goof around the house?

  “So, it’s going to take three of you to put together two cribs?” I ask.

  “You never know.” Dan grins.

  I just shake my head, “Ready Grams?”

  “Ready.”

  I retrieve my purse from the coat closet by the front door and grab a sweater. I make my way back into the kitchen, then down the hallway to the garage. “Have fun shopping. I hope you find comfortable clothes to wear.” Lucas says as he walks me to the SUV.

  “I will.” He leans down and kisses me, “Love you”. Then he closes the car door and walks back to the house as I start the engine and back out.

  “They’re up to something.” I state.

  Grams just laughs.

  Grams and I shopped at three different maternity stores. I almost let it slip what the twins sexes are when she was staring at some of the nursery displays. I hate keeping it from her, but I’m waiting for the baby shower. That’s when everyone will find out.

  We had a great lunch at a pub by the waterfront then went to one more store. We’ve been gone for five hours and weighed down with a lot of bags. We’ve talked a lot throughout the morning and afternoon, that we’re quiet on the drive home. As we turn into the driveway, I stop. “What the?”

  The three of them are in the back part of the driveway. Adam is dribbling a basketball, Dan is trying to block the goal, and Lucas is trying to steal the ball away. Where did the basketball hoop come from?<
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  I open the garage and pull forward. The three of them pause and look at me grinning. I park and get out just as Lucas makes his way towards me. No shirt on, he’s covered in a sheen of sweat. “HI!” He’s panting.

  “Hi.” I point at the basketball hoop with my thumb, “Is that what you were up to?”

  His face lights up in a boyish grin. I can’t help but smile, his dimples are barely visible beneath his beard, his eyes crease in the corners, and there’s love in his eyes.

  “Yes and no.” He kisses me. “This is just for fun. Something even our children will love.” He brings me into his sweaty embrace, “There’s more we’ve done today. Upstairs.” He embraces my lips with his, his hands squeeze my sides as he deepens our kiss. I bring my hand up to Lucas’ face and rub my fingers against his beard. I hear the back hatch of the SUV open up as we bring our kiss to an end.

  “Wow! You did some damage, Mel!” I grin up at Lucas as I hear Dan blow a whistle through his teeth.

  “Let us grab the bags, but don’t walk upstairs yet!” Lucas gives me a stern look and pecks my lips one last time.

  I walk to the back and watch the three of them, all shirtless, grab bags. “Not really, it’s just the clothing is much bigger than I would normally buy.” I smirk at Dan as he turns towards the house.

  “Did you have fun?” Adam asks. Holy hell! He’s standing in front of me holding bags, glistening in sweat. Who knew he had a six-pack beneath that shirt? My eyes linger over his abdomen, up his chest where’s there’s a splattering of chest hair, to his lips that are grinning at me. His eyes are twinkling with the knowledge that I just checked him out.

  “Yes.” I squeak. I’m all hot and bothered now.

  Once inside Lucas takes my hand and leads me upstairs. There is one bedroom beside ours, the other two are on the opposite side of the open walkway. As we approach the door he says, “Close your eyes.”