Suddenly Together

by JA Low

  “But…” Vanessa splutters.

  “There is no discussion, babe, you need to have a baby, you need my sperm. Quite frankly look at me, I am one hundred percent all male, you can’t do any better than me so why would you not want to breed with me?” There’s that gaping fish face that Vanessa seems to have mastered in the space of five minutes.

  “Anyway,” the doctor interrupts awkwardly. “I will let you two discuss this at home. You are free to resume normal activities, but still be careful in some areas,” the doctor advises us. Right, be careful, but sex is a go.

  “Come on let’s get home and make a baby,” I say as we walk out of the doctor’s office.

  “You cannot be fucking serious, Christian,” Vanessa yells at me in the car.

  “What, to want to have a baby with you?”

  “Yes. Do you even want kids?” she yells, sounding frustrated with me.

  “Never thought much about it—” She cuts me off before I get to finish what I am saying.

  “Ha, see you are just thinking of sex and not the consequences of all that practicing,” she states as if she has found the secret codes to mankind, crossing her arms over her chest confidently.

  “Oh, believe me, Ness, we are going to have so much practicing for this baby.” I smile at her as we drive back to our home.

  “You seriously want a baby?” Now she is looking at me like I am some weird social experiment gone wrong.

  “Honestly, I never thought of having a kid, until I knew there was a chance that I could have one with you.”

  Vanessa is silent in the car. I glance over to her, because a silent Ness is a scary one. Then she bursts out crying.

  “What the fuck, V?” I keeping flicking my eyes at her.

  “I never thought I wanted kids until I found out there was a chance that I couldn’t have one,” she sniffles.

  My hand finds her thigh, giving it a squeeze. “And, now?” I question, wondering what her answer will be because I never thought I wanted kids until I met her.

  Her hand rests over mine on her leg. “I think I want one…” She pauses for a moment, “With you,” she whispers.

  I turn and look at her. “Really?”

  “Fuck, this is crazy. I mean I just had a double mastectomy so I wouldn’t get cancer. I’m not even married, it feels all kind of messed up and backward, planning a baby when you and I are…” She pauses, “You know, trying to find our way.”

  “If you are worried about us then let me spell it out for you, one day we will be getting married, that is a given and I’m not taking no for an answer. I love you, Ness, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you and only you.” My eyes flick to where Vanessa is sitting stunned in the passenger’s seat. “In regards to kids, is it sooner than I had liked, probably, but it doesn’t change what I want. What I want is you and me and babies, there is no one else in the world that I would want to mix eggs and sperm with.”

  This makes her laugh.

  “It’s the truth, V, we would make beautiful children. It really is unfair that the world should miss out on our beautiful offspring.”

  “That’s true, oh God imagine if we had a boy, he and Ryder could be best friends.”

  “They would get into so much trouble and they would pick up so many chicks together.”

  We both laugh about it. “Imagine if they started up their own rock band, it would be Dirty Texas 2.0,” she laughs.

  “That would be awesome, our kids all playing in a band together just like their old folks, fuck yeah!” My heart is racing because I can totally see it. “So, judging by that smile on your face, you think the idea of breeding with me is kind of hot.” I wiggle my eyebrows at her.

  “I’m not a fucking animal to breed with, Chris,” she laughs.

  I grab her hand and kiss her soft knuckles as we make our way back up into the Hills. “It would make me the happiest man in the world to be the one to knock you up.”

  “Now that’s more romantic. Christian, I can’t wait until you fuck a baby into me.” I almost crash the car with Vanessa’s statement, we both burst out laughing.

  One month later

  It’s my birthday, and we are off to Vegas baby. The whole crew and of course Axel, seeing as it’s his birthday too. I’m sitting inside our private jet on our way to Las Vegas with all the people I love around me. It’s funny how things have changed. This time last year, never did I think that I would be celebrating my thirtieth birthday with the woman I love, and trying to get her knocked up. Fuck, life is crazy sometimes. Currently I am cuddling Ryder, giving Evan a break from the little man. Looking at his little fingers wrapping themselves around my large ones, the tiny gurgling sounds he makes soothes my heart.

  “Don’t tell me you’re getting clucky?” Axel asks me, spotting me mesmerized by the baby in my arms.

  “Fuck you, I don’t think that it would be too bad,” I say, much to the horror of Axel.

  “Seriously?”

  I shrug as if it’s no big deal.

  “I’m happy for you man.” I can see the sincerity in his eyes, he has no idea that we are trying for a baby, no one does. Vanessa doesn’t want anyone to know. She thinks they won’t understand and she doesn’t want to jinx it.

  “Fuck, my little bro is going to be a family man,” he laughs.

  “Hey, I’m like a minute younger, dickhead.”

  “What happens if you have twins?” he asks.

  I still, fuck I never thought of that, shit! I was getting used to the idea of just one baby, but two?

  “Don’t curse us, please. Fuck, man. I don’t know how to look after one baby, let alone two.”

  “Can I have my child back now?” Evan asks as he walks over. I hand over Ryder to his dad.

  “You’re looking a little clucky there, Christian.” He smiles.

  Shit, I need to start hiding these feelings otherwise I am going to let the cat out of the bag.

  “Please keep your spawn away from me, it has magical powers turning former players in to sappy wusses,” Axel jokes, before quickly hightailing it out of there.

  “Ha ha, his time will come,” Evan states with a smile. “So are you wanting to knock up Ness?”

  My eyes look over to where she is seated with the girls laughing, her caramel hair pulled up in a ponytail, she’s dressed in fitted jeans that mold to her tight rump and a plain white T-shit that shows off her very perky and generous assets.

  “Yeah, man, I kind of do,” I confess.

  “Well I can’t wait until you join the club, man. Kids change you, they are hard work, man, but fuck, the love you have for that tiny little human…nothing I have ever felt in my life comes close to that feeling.”

  We both look down at little Ryder who is growing bigger and stronger every single day, growing from a baby to active boy. Evan’s mom has flown in from Houston to look after Ryder so that Evan and Sienna can have some free time together. They were not ready to leave him alone overnight.

  “I’m happy for you man, for finally getting your girl.” He smiles at me.

  “Yeah, I finally did and I couldn’t be happier.” Looking at Ness I smile like a fucking Cheshire cat.

  It’s still early when we arrive into Vegas. We all head to our suites at the Palms to get ready for dinner and drinks. I’ve booked Vanessa and I into the erotic suite so we can have some alone time now that we are a couple. I know Axel’s booked the two story sky villa for him and the single guys. He’s sharing with Oscar, Finn and Derrick. We decided to have dinner in their suite tonight then head out to the Sons of Brooklyn’s after party; they are playing at the Hard Rock Cafe.

  “Oh my God,” Vanessa squeals as we enter the red and black suite. She runs through it enthusiastically touching all the gadgets. We have a round bed that rotates, a stripper pole in the middle of a massive shower, a Jacuzzi in the other bathroom, a bar, a million TVs scattered around the room and a kick ass sound system. I find her playing with the remote control on the rotating bed, I watch a
s she spins around

  “Hope I don’t get dizzy,” she giggles as she slowly turns, I notice each time she passes me she is losing an item of clothing. Standing at the end of the bed, I start to follow her lead and ditch my clothing. She smiles seeing my hardening cock bobbing in front of me. “Come join me.” I quickly jump on the bed making her squeal. It feels very unnatural with the bed moving but I put it out of my mind as my lips capture hers. Vanessa’s hands make their way over my skin lightly as we enjoy just making out. I’m trying not to put any of my body weight on top of her because I know she is still sore from her operation. She sucks my bottom lip in her mouth knowing how much I like it, small nibbles start down my neck then her tongue glides up my neck and back into my mouth. This feels so good, usually we are so feverish with desire that we are ripping each other’s clothes off as soon as we see each other.

  “Babe, we have to be quick, we need to get ready for dinner,” she explains, breaking our blissed out trance.

  “Fuck it, it’s my birthday we can be late.” I start licking her collarbone.

  “That’s true.”

  I make my way down toward her chest. The frustrating thing for Vanessa now is that she has lost all sensation in her breasts, before I could make her come just from sucking on her tits, but now there are no nerves there so she feels nothing. I can see it in her eyes when I am playing with them that she misses the feeling, I have to distract her from worrying by sinking a finger deep inside of her. Her tits look and feel amazing to me, but they are hard, I miss the softness of her natural ones but I would much rather have her in my life than a pair of tits. Making my way down her soft body, my tongue guides me toward its final destination. Pushing her legs apart I can smell her arousal. I kiss my way along each of her thighs, she wiggles in anticipation. Her hands shift to my head and runs her fingers through my hair, the closer my tongue gets to her sweet spot the harder her fingers pull, I like feeling the burn. My five o’clock shadow prickles against her skin adding friction against her clit, finally my tongue sinks deep inside of her.

  “Yes,” she hisses, pulling tight on my hair.

  I lap at her, back and forth, rolling my tongue over her tightening bud, losing myself in her divine pussy. I sink my finger back into her and another moan hisses from her mouth, my thumb ventures behind her and finds the puckered skin of her tight asshole. Lightly I press against it, feeling the resistance. Vanessa arches her back at the sensation, I add another finger inside her slick center, stretching her, getting her ready for me. I press harder against her back entrance trying to gain access, the harder I push the harder her cunt tightens around my fingers. The dirty minx loves a little bit of anal play, she’s thrashing around the bed and I can feel she is getting close, I suck hard on her clit and press harder against her hole. She arches off the bed, her body spasming from the orgasm. I lightly flick my tongue across her sensitive center one last time, the aftershocks make her body twitch. Slowly I withdraw my fingers and Vanessa groans at their absence.

  “Don’t worry, sweetheart, you’ll be full again soon.” I move between her thighs, lining up my hardened cock. Gradually I sink into her wetness, inch by glorious inch and she engulfs me with pleasure.

  “Fuck.” We both moan as our bodies become one, those green eyes looking at me with a sexy smirk.

  “That is the best feeling in the world, Chris. Feeling you inside of me.”

  I groan as her inner muscles clamp down on me. “You’re killing me, Ness.” I don’t want her to stop.

  Vanessa raises her knees so that they are almost at her chest. This allows me to go deeper into her. I didn’t think I could get any deeper inside of her, but I was wrong. Thank fuck I have been working out, otherwise trying to keep myself off of her chest would be hard, I find my rhythm as I enter her. “Ness, look at us.” My eyes drift to where we are joined, she looks up and her eyes widen as she watches me enter her. “I will never get sick of this, of being with you,” I whisper, her eyes looking up at me and she smiles. Before I know it she’s flipping me onto my back.

  “How about this view?” She starts riding my cock like a damn cowgirl, my eyes watch as she slides up and down. Fuck yes! She reaches behind her and starts playing with my balls, making my eyes roll back into my head. Yes, yes, yes. A stray finger starts moving further south, um, no, no, no. Her thumb pushes against the virgin territory as she squeezes around my cock while putting just the right amount of pressure against my hole. I feel it, I feel it so deep down in my balls. “Do that again,” I pant. She indulges me with more. “Yes,” I say, arching my back this time, her thumb pushes a little further and infiltrates momentarily, my dick stands to attention.

  “Want me to keep going?” Vanessa questions me. I do, fucking hell I do, but honestly I haven’t let anyone touch my backdoor before, not because I think it’s gay or anything but because it feels intimate and none of the girls I have been with ever deserved that right. “Yes,” I whisper and Vanessa’s finger sinks in. She finds this bundle of nerves that I have never felt before, her finger moves back and forth and I swear I see stars floating around her head. She does it again, still while riding me and I am gone, so fucking gone. Some glorious sweet spot she has found makes me explode into a thousand tiny little pieces. I swear she makes me blow the biggest load of my life. I can’t move, I am dead, she slowly moves off me and lays on her back with her feet in the air.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” She looks like a dead cockroach.

  “It’s peak ovulation time, Chris, I’m not wasting that load.”

  I burst out laughing. “Isn’t that an old wives’ tale?” I ask, genuinely curious and also a little worried.

  “Maybe, I don’t know but it makes sense holding it all in for as long as possible.”

  I crawl up beside her. She turns and looks at me.

  “Sweetheart, how about I just keep filling you up every single day, I think that might be a little more enjoyable than pretending you’re a dead cockroach on the bed.”

  She bursts out laughing. “You’re right,” she sits up, “It’s just…” Her words fall away.

  “Just what?”

  “Now that we both kind of want to have a baby,” she says this quietly, because it’s still kind of strange, thinking about it. “I kind of want our baby to be close in age to Ryder,” she confesses.

  My eyes widened. “Really?”

  She nods. “We could have play dates and things; you know going through the same kind of stuff together.”

  “I guess all we can do is try, sweetheart, and if you want to lay down like a cockroach after sex then I can handle that.” She leaps into my arms with a hard oomph knocking the air out of me as she starts kissing my face all over, laughing. “I love you, Christian Taylor.” She giggles and it’s the best sound in the whole entire world.

  “Okay, today I have planned a special guy’s day. A day to separate the boys from the men.” Derrick looks at us like a drill sergeant, dressed in some sort of couture army gear standing before us in our hotel suite. Honestly I am a little scared, especially if he has organized the day.

  “You’re going to have fun.” Vanessa walks over placing a kiss on my cheek. The girls are heading to the spa.

  Wrapping my arms around her, I nuzzle her neck. “I kind of had planned on staying in bed with you all day, licking you all over.” I feel her shiver in my arms.

  “Later, we have plenty of time for that.” She gives me a kiss. “I’m off with the girls.”

  “Come on boys, fall out,” Derrick yells, setting us in motion downstairs to the lobby where we are greeted with a number of army Humvees.

  “We are going to have so much fun.” He rubs his hands with glee, as we all pile into the cars. We ride through the streets living out our inner GI Joe fantasy—It’s actually pretty sick. We pull up to a warehouse where we are greeted by the owners. We follow them inside and are greeted by a wall of guns, we are talking every single possible gun you could imagine from handguns to rifles to snipe
r and army style, we were kids in a candy shop.

  “As you have hired it all for yourselves today, you can choose any gun to shoot.” The owner launches into a big spiel about all the guns on display. I think I might have drooled a little. Eventually we all choose a gun to shoot first, and us being boys we all go for our fantasy gun first. My first choice is a Thompson M-1928 SMG, always wanted to shoot a tommy gun like a fucking mafia gangster. I shoot up my target in no time, I swear I got a hard on. I’m used to being around guns growing up in Texas, Dad loved his guns and always took us down to the range to learn how to shoot.

  We spend the next couple of hours going crazy living out every gun fantasy there was. Once we had finished shooting we were taken out into the back parking lot area and told that the next part to our boys’ day is driving an army tank over a car and crushing it. Fuck me! Climbing into the tank, touching all the nobs, the instructor spoke to me about safety and then he let me take the wheel. The rumble of the tank vibrating all over my body as we lined up the car—boom up and over. Hearing the glass windows crush underneath us was amazing. Fuck yeah! I felt like Rambo.

  “Now who’s up for more action?” Derrick asks once we’ve all had our turns in the tank. We nod enthusiastically because so far so good with Derrick’s ultimate guy day. A large party bus turns up at the shooting range and we file in. We sit and talk about the day, hyped up on adrenaline. It’s a quick journey and we are pulling up to a construction yard where there are diggers and excavators sitting.

  “Are we playing with them?” Finn asks.

  Derrick’s face lights up with a huge grin. “Bob the Builder fantasy anyone?”

  I have no idea what he is talking about, but hell yeah, it’s like we have reverted back to being kids again playing shoot-ʼem-up and now playing with machinery. Best day ever!

  “Now don’t think the day is over just yet,” Derrick says cryptically as we enter the party bus after playing with all the machinery. “We have another stop and I think you are all going to love it.” We travel a little further and arrive at a race track. Lined up is a flotilla of supercars; Ferraris, Lamborghinis, Maserati’s, Porsches and Aston Martins, all in a rainbow of colors, holy shit they are pretty. I run my hand over the red gloss of the Ferrari as I check out the black leather of the supercar. Hell yeah, I am taking this baby for a spin.