Jock: A Secret Baby Sports Romance

by Irons, Aubrey

“It’s Santa!”

  “Emma, honey, what-”

  But that’s when I glance up to see her excited face. She’s grinning excitedly with her little arm raised and her finger pointing through to the living room and the big wide-frame window that faces the long driveway.

  The driveway with the giant, rumbling, red truck climbing through the snow drifts.

  “It’s Santa! It’s Santa!” Emma’s jumping up and down, and I scoop Nora into my arms before helping Emma by the hand to the front door.

  I’m grinning so hard it hurts.

  “It’s not Santa, honey,” I say, feeling almost as excited as my daughter is.

  Her face falls as I bring her to the front door and start to open it. The huge 4x4 truck rumbles to a stop in the driveway and Emma huddles against me as I open the door to the wind.

  “It’s better than Santa.”

  The door to the truck opens, and he jumps out, a huge grin on his face.

  Emma shrieks as he comes bounding through the snow towards us all, laughing with his arms wide.

  “Daddy!”

  * * *

  Later, I’m lying against Silas on our sofa by the fireplace. Miraculously, both girls are sound asleep, and it actually quiet for once.

  I turn and punch him in the arm playfully.

  “I’m mad at you, you know.”

  He chuckles, grabbing my wrists and kissing me. “For what?”

  “For driving through that storm to get here! You could have-”

  “Ivy, I was fine, and I rented the biggest all-wheel drive truck in New York City.”

  “The one that just happened to be Santa Claus red, huh?”

  “Oh, no, I asked for that specifically.”

  I laugh before I remember I’m mad at him.

  “You could’ve gotten hurt.”

  “There wasn’t another car on the road for miles. And anyways, there’s no way I was going to miss tonight here with you.”

  I snuggle into him as he wraps his arms around me.

  “Besides,” he whispers in my ear.

  “I think someone promised me a peek at the present I got her. I mean how could I not drive through a blizzard for that?”

  I grin, turning to kiss him fiercely on the lips.

  “Drove all this way hoping to get lucky huh?”

  He grins. “Oh, I’m already lucky, gorgeous.”

  He leans in and brushes his lips across my ear, sending a shiver down my back.

  “I drove all this way so I could make you come on every inch of my cock tonight.”

  I moan, audibly.

  “You want to show me that present now?”

  I bite my lip as I look at him. “How about I show them both to you now?”

  His eyes flash as he nods hungrily.

  I peck him on the lips. “Give me ten minutes, and then come upstairs.”

  45

  Silas

  I give it eight minutes, tops. Any longer than that and I’ll fucking explode.

  Eight minutes later, I’m tearing my shirt off as I climb the stairs, tiptoeing past the girls’ rooms, and down the hall to our master suite. I’m on edge I’m so excited. Because six years later, the mere thought of this woman gets me harder than anything. Six years later, and I can’t wait to taste her, and feel her come with my cock buried deep inside her.

  I knock once on the door.

  “Okay you can come in.”

  The door opens silently, and my entire mind goes blank.

  Holy fuck.

  She’s like a fucking vision. A vision in creamy skin and red lingerie that hides nothing.

  Ivy’s sitting in the swing, her legs spread with her ankles hooked into the special loops and her arms above her head, tangled in her own hair.

  I lock eyes with her as I slip into the room and close the door.

  “Jesus you’re gorgeous.”

  She blushes. “I’m getting huge.”

  “You know I fucking love you huge like that,” I growl as I step out of my pants.

  Her eyes drop to the bulge in my shorts and she licks her lips.

  “You know I love you pregnant.”

  She nods. “So, you like?”

  I grin wolfishly. “Yeah, I fucking like. I like a whole lot.”

  I drop my shorts and she moans a little bit as my cock bobs into view. I move towards her and drop to my knees between her legs. My hands skim over her thighs, tracing up and just moving past the edge of her delicate skin just to the side of her panties.

  Ivy shivers.

  “I need you, Silas,” she whispers. “I need you to take me.”

  My cock throbs as I plant a kiss on her thigh. I trace my lips higher, over her swollen belly. I kiss over her elegant and delicate bra, and then suck at a sensitive nipple through the thin material, loving the way she hisses as I gently mouth it.

  Her hands start to drop towards my cock, but I stop her.

  “Uh-uh, gorgeous.” I grin at her. “I think someone mentioned you being my present tonight?”

  My eyes pierce into hers as she nods hungrily.

  “Well, I’m going to take my time with my present.”

  I push her hands above her head and slip her wrists into the loose loops there. She’s not restrained but she keeps her hands there. Her chest rises and falls and her tongue darts out to wet her lips.

  Slowly, I kiss my way down her cleavage, leaving red marks across her breasts. I know the bra pops in the front, and I do it deftly with my teeth. She moans as her breasts spill out, the lacy material dropping to the sides as I feast my eyes on her tits. I bring my mouth back down to those swollen pink nipples and take one hungrily in my mouth. She moans, arching her chest towards me, and I love how extra sensitive she is.

  I move down, over her soft belly and down between her legs. I nuzzle at her pussy through the soaking wet panties, making her moan and whimper. Gently, I slip her feet out of the loops and push them up, sliding the panties slowly from her legs. I let them linger at her ankles for a second as I kiss the inside of her knee – a spot I’ve found drives her crazy - before tossing them aside.

  I spread her legs again as I hook her feet back into the loops, and I groan as my eyes zero in on the prize.

  God she’s so fucking wet.

  She so wet she’s glistening in the low light of the room. I can feel my cock throbbing with desire for her as I lean in, kissing my way up her thighs. I get closer and closer, and her moans get higher and higher, before suddenly I cut the teasing and move right in.

  Ivy cries out as I drag my tongue deftly across her slit, starting at the bottom and slowly curling it through her lips. I tease her hard little clit for a second before moving back down and pushing my tongue deep inside her pussy.

  And then I remember, it’s a swing.

  I grin as I start to rock her, using the motion of the swing itself to fuck her with my tongue. She gasps loudly, holding tightly to the loops above her head and straining at the ones at her ankles as I lick her mercilessly. She somehow tastes even sweeter when she’s so pregnant like this, and I moan as I taste her honey, lapping at her hungrily. My hands move to her ass, holding it firmly, kneading the skin there, and dipping between to tease a finger across her asshole.

  Ivy pants harder and louder, her chest heaving and her thighs quivering as she starts to shatter.

  “Silas, I’m-”

  I don’t let her finish, I just wrap my lips around her clit and start to flick it side to side with my tongue like I know she loves.

  She goes to pieces.

  She buries the scream in her arm as her whole body arches and then collapses into the swing.

  Slowly, I move my mouth away from her, kissing her thighs before I stand.

  “Oh my God, that was- fuuuuck…” her words stumble as I ease my cock against her opening and start to slide inside. “Oh God yes.”

  I slide inside to the hilt on one stroke with how wet and slick she is. We both groan as I come to rest against her, my hands holdin
g her thighs and my cock throbbing deep inside.

  Slowly, standing still, I use the swing again. With her lying back like that in the sling, I push on her thighs, causing her to slide almost all the way off my cock before I pull her back hard. She moans wildly as my thickness fills her all over again, her hands clawing at the loops above her head.

  “Oh, fuck, I’m going to love this thing,” she moans, her head tossed back.

  I use the swing to pull her off and onto my cock again and again, rocking my hips to meet hers on every thrust. My hand drops to where we meet, my fingers lazily circling her clit as her moans drop like sweet honey from her lips.

  I can feel my muscles bunching as I roll my hips against her, my hands gripping her hips and my fingers sliding deliciously over her soft skin. I bring another hand to her belly, lightly tracing a palm over the bulge there as I feel her body undulate against mine.

  I want to do this all night to her. I want to make her feel like the queen of my fucking world she is until we have to get up and put presents out for the kids.

  But I also know I’m not going to last much longer. Not with how fucking beautiful she looks with her hair framing her face, her head tossed back like that, and her lips parted in ecstasy.

  I pull up on the swing, shifting her so she’s more into a sitting position in front of me. Ivy yanks her hands out of the loops and throws her arms around my neck, kissing me wildly as we come together again and again. We’re lost in the heat of our two bodies and the sounds of only our gasping breaths and the wind howling outside.

  This is perfect and this is everything.

  We come together like that, her fingers digging into my skin and clutching me close as she comes. Her moans in my ear, as always, push me over the edge, and I hold her fiercely as my cock lurches inside of her. I bring my lips to hers, kissing her with everything I have as I empty every drop inside of her, feeling her whole body pulsing and shuddering against mine.

  “Still mad at me for driving home?”

  She grins as she pulls away from me. “Yes, but not as much now,” she says, sticking her tongue out at me.

  I brush my lips against hers. “If I did what we just did, say, twice more tonight, would that make up for it entirely?”

  Her eyes spark with something hungry and fierce as she rakes her teeth across her lips.

  “I think it’d be a very good start.”

  I’m still hard, inside her. I’m still staring at this woman I love more than anything in this world - my wife, my soulmate, the mother of my children.

  And I can’t think of anything else I’d rather be doing than going for round two.

  Right now.

  * * *

  We’re basket-cases the next morning, catching maybe two hours of sleep before we’re up putting the presents out for Emma and Nora. Then we catch another 10 minutes before the little munchkins are up and screaming about Santa.

  Back downstairs we watch with grins on our faces as Emma freaks out about the new tricycle we got her. Nora mostly amuses herself with wrapping paper.

  Ivy turns and eyes the coffee in my hand with a pout – my second of the day, but she’s already had her allotted twelve ounces, what with being pregnant.

  “I swear I’m drinking a gallon of coffee the second Lucas is born,” she mutters. I chuckle as I put an arm around her and bring her close as we step into the living room to help Emma get on the bike.

  If you’d asked me years ago where I saw myself today, I’d have laughed. I’d have said lost, or broken, or in jail.

  Or dead.

  But I’m living the dream I never thought I could even have.

  Because somehow, here I am. I’ve got the girl of my dreams on my arm, our family growing around us, and I’m here, home in Shelter Harbor.

  And I’ll fight with everything I have to keep that.

  The End

  Also by Aubrey Irons

  Sports Romance:

  Score: A Stepbrother Sports Romance

  Player: A Secret Baby Sports Romance

  Jock: A Secret Baby Sports Romance

  Shelter Harbor Series:

  Thief

  Sinner (coming soon!)

  Standalone Stepbrother Romance:

  Secret: A Military Stepbrother Romance

  Cockney: A British Stepbrother Romance

  Crude: A Stepbrother Romance

  Soldiers of Fortune Series:

  Heat

  Burn

  Scorch

  Roar

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