Claim My Baby

by Taryn Quinn

  “I can’t believe it!” I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Any day now it was going to be torn down.”

  “It was close,” he admitted. “And it took some serious negotiation. But I pulled it off. The saving grace was that the head of Fielding Holdings was having some misgivings about the property. He’d done some market research and found Crescent Cove really wasn’t the best place for ritzy condos.”

  “Duh, you think? However, you pulled it off, I think you’re a genius.” I kissed the side of his head. “And so, so sweet. And a closet romantic to boot.”

  “You forgot highly skilled lover.”

  “Yeah, I kinda did. It’s been a while.” I laughed as he swatted my ass. “Though I definitely didn’t forget that,” I murmured as his gaze turned hot. “Speaking of such things, that bag we forgot over there? Has all manner of teddies and things to torment you with, and best of all, they’re built for expanding middles. So, you know, second trimester will be a blast.”

  “What’s so special about second trimester?”

  “Well, newbie here, but I’ve heard that’s when women want it a lot. Like multiple-times-a-day a lot, for some. At least that’s what Ally—eek!” He hurried over to pluck the bag out of the snow with such speed, I was sure he would drop me. But nope, He-Man, reporting for duty. “Hello, it’s not going to come any faster if we rush,” I said, laughing.

  “No, but we need to practice so we’re ready.” He tilted the bag precariously and something pink flashed through the air, landing in the snow just as Laurie called out from behind us.

  “Auntie Sage!”

  Oh, crap.

  “Um, vibrator,” I whispered in his ear. “Retrieve that. Fast.”

  He set me down and we both went for it at the same time. Oliver snatched it up just as Laurie bounded toward us and wrapped her tiny arms around my thighs.

  “Hiya, munchkin.” I crouched down to her level, trusting Oliver would protect my first and only sex toy from certain ruin. “You want to make snow angels with—”

  “Not even going to happen. You are going to see the doctor, pronto.” Oliver tugged me up again and securely gripped my arm, the vibrator tucked into his palm not so gently pushing into my skin.

  It was like offering a child a lollipop if they were good for their shot. Except in this case, I would ride my lollipop, not suck on it.

  Although, hmm, they did that in porn too. Eh, next time. A chick could only leap so far ahead in her sexual exploits in one night. Especially since it wasn’t a dildo, so even riding it would be a feat.

  Whatever. I was sure I’d enjoy it regardless.

  I tugged on the pom-pom on top of Laurie’s hat. “We’ll make snow angels tomorrow morning, sweetheart, how’s that?”

  “Try afternoon,” Oliver said against my ear, “maybe evening.”

  “Or maybe tomorrow night,” I added brightly.

  Ally and Seth stood a few feet away, and Alex was securely bundled into a sling against Ally’s chest.

  “So, are congratulations in order?” Seth asked, glancing between us.

  Oliver arched a brow at me. “Are they?”

  “Well, technically, I said yes on the phone to going out with you, but—” I giggled as he grabbed me around the waist and pinched my hip awfully close to my backside.

  Whoa, happy engagement day to me.

  “Yes. I said yes.” I grabbed hold of Oliver’s jacket and dragged him in for a quick, hard kiss. “Yes to everything.”

  “Yay!” Laurie hugged me around the thighs again and pressed her head against my belly. “Baby in here?”

  My gaze connected with Oliver’s as I swallowed the lump in my throat and rubbed a hand over her back. I didn’t know how she knew, but somehow it made this moment even more special. “Yes. Little tiny baby, even smaller than your baby brother.”

  “Jell-O shot,” Oliver reminded me, doing his eyebrow porn thing to rev me up.

  Or maybe that was just a lucky side benefit.

  Ally swept in to give me a big hug—well, as big as she could with Alex between us. “We’re going to be sisters for real now,” she murmured once she drew back.

  I immediately pulled her back in, squeezing her hard. “Like we weren’t before?”

  Her eyes were glimmering wet to match mine as she finally retreated. “Good point.”

  Seth and Oliver were slapping backs beside us, talking in low voices. Knowing them, the congratulations were probably mixed with insults.

  Ah, love was a many a splendored thing. It was also often extremely fucked up, but splendored.

  Oh, and just FYI, my swear gallon is officially retired. I’m owning my potty mouth like the badass I’m on my way to becoming.

  Work in progress there.

  “Congrats, soon-to-be sister-in-law,” Seth said before drawing me into an embrace.

  “Thank you. I’m so happy to join your insane family.”

  Oliver sighed. “I wish I could dispute that, but the truth wins out.” He frowned. “Oh hell, was I supposed to ask for your dad’s permission before I asked you? It wasn’t exactly planned.”

  “No, I think whatever weird-ass conversation you had that morning in the kitchen probably suffices on that score.”

  “Swear jar!” Laurie shouted before running to play in the snow.

  “Put it on my tab,” I called back, turning to look at the rest of the members of my new family. They were all smiling. Romance had won the day, after a rocky start.

  Might as well end it with a bang.

  “There’s even more good news.” I grinned as I gripped Oliver’s hand, the vibrator securely tucked between our palms. My kind of dirty promise. “Seth offered to pay for the wedding.”

  Epilogue

  Oliver & Sage

  Six months later

  “Are you ready?”

  I stared hard at the closed bathroom door. We were back in the hotel suite we’d stayed in that first weekend last winter for our “babymoon”—and another surprise event she had not been apprised of yet. Timing was of the essence there. Soon, Sage wouldn’t be able to fly until the baby was born in October.

  Our little pumpkin. Complete with newborn Halloween costume I’d insisted on buying.

  “Yoo-hoo, Hamilton? You out there?”

  I was so ready, I’d probably tear a hole in my boxers if she kept me waiting much longer. “Get in here.”

  The door opened, and Sage stepped out in the sleep set she wanted to model for me.

  It wasn’t as risqué as a few of the pieces she’d purchased early on in her pregnancy, but the tiny boy shorts that rode high on her thighs and silky, lace-strapped top made me fist my hand in the sheets just the same. Her breasts were so much larger than they’d been, and the perfection of her round belly was highlighted by the fringe of lace draped over the top of her stomach. Her miles of wavy blond hair tumbled over her shoulders and flirted with the tops of her breasts, dipping down to curve seductively near her nipples.

  Bow-festooned nipples. Bows were a theme with us, from the necklace she never took off to her engagement ring to the pretty little ties I sometimes wrapped around her wrists. Occasionally ankles too.

  “Dear God,” I said, voice low.

  “Like it?” She came around to my side of the bed, and her skin shimmered under the lights with glittery fairy dust or some such. As she got closer, I saw that she’d written words with the glittery stuff on the fullest part of her belly.

  Daddy’s girl.

  Yes, we were having a girl, and yes, I may or may not have purchased every available piece of baby clothing with that phrase in Crescent Cove. Recently, I’d been online shopping to boot.

  By the time our daughter actually arrived, there probably wouldn’t be any room left for her in the nursery due to all the clothes, toys, and baby paraphernalia, mostly bought by me.

  My shame level hovered right around zero. I’d promised to spoil them every day of my life, and I was off to a rip-roaring start.

  I s
wallowed deeply and grabbed Sage’s hand to tug her close. “I hope that glitter is edible, because I’m going to kiss every inch of you.”

  “Your luck is in, Mr. Hamilton. So is mine, I hope.” She pulled something out of her back pocket that looked suspiciously like a long, silky length of thin, lightly padded fabric. “Since this babymoon thing is about one last hurrah pre-infant, I was thinking maybe you could indulge me one of my favorite fantasies.”

  I pressed my face against the satiny fabric between her breasts and inhaled her summery, ocean water scent. The rich cocoa butter lotion she used now to keep her skin supple layered over the other scents, reminding me of the beach. “If this is about dirty talk, I’m standing firm.”

  She laughed and scooped her hand through my hair. “The kid is not listening to you. I swear.”

  “Do you have proof of what she can hear? Can you guarantee she won’t end up in therapy in ten years because of what filth I said to you while in the throes?”

  “Yeah, think about what you just said. While in the throes. It’s fine for her if we have sex, but hearing sex words? God forbid.”

  “Entirely different. She probably isn’t aware of what’s occurring there.”

  “Yet she knows what you’re referring to when you talk about my pussy?”

  I arched a brow. “You don’t even blush when you say that anymore.”

  She jerked a shoulder. “Once you’ve had doctors and nurses all up in your hoohaa like it’s an amusement park attraction, the word pussy does not phase you. Also, if I can say it, why not you?”

  “Saying it conversationally is not the same. Uttering it mid-thrust seems—”

  “Hot? Arousing? Pleasurable to the pregnant lady who probably won’t be riding this particular stick much longer without help of that sex chair you refuse to buy?”

  “We’re remodeling the house.”

  Our house, though Sage hadn’t been eager to give up her loft. For now, we were keeping it as a possible studio. Once the bed-and-breakfast was fully operational again, we were considering using it for a staging piece for real estate consultations since she had training in that area and it was the perfect offshoot for Hamilton Realty. Basically, check out this Sage Evans—soon to be Hamilton, I hoped—staged loft, and hire her to stage your own property to prepare it for an open house.

  The whole stay-at-home mother idea had flown out the window. She was still working at the diner too, just a few hours a week. The woman was stubborn to a fault, and I loved her more every passing day.

  I was also pulling out my hair on a regular basis, but luckily, I’d been born with a lot.

  “And your point is what?”

  “Where exactly do you expect me to hide a sex chair?” I asked patiently. She’d come up with the idea a few weeks ago as mobility became more of an issue, and since then, she’d been like a dog wanting a bone. Much boning.

  “Oh, I don’t know, how about in any of the rooms the contractors don’t go into? Or put it in the nursery. They definitely don’t go in there.”

  I couldn’t hide my shock. “You would hide a sex chair in your daughter’s room?”

  She snorted out a laugh. “Hamilton, you are too much. To hear you talk, I’d almost think you weren’t banging me like a snare drum on the regular. But we know that’s not true, don’t we?” She trailed the end of the tie along my cheek. “You should let me tie you up.”

  “Hell of a segue, princess.” Also, we did not have much time for this. We had a very important appointment. “We have an itinerary, you know.”

  “Mmm-hmm, and wouldn’t the rest of the day go so much better with an orgasm to start?”

  When she put it that way, I had to agree. Especially considering what the rest of the day contained. I’d been anticipating this day for a while, but not necessarily the how, more the why.

  Love could be a perilous, potentially embarrassing business. Yet I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

  I definitely wouldn’t trade seeing my very pregnant fiancée crawling around the bed to undress me, piece by piece. She took her time, drawing off my tie and looping it over her own head to make me lose my mind while she unbuttoned each button of my shirt, catching the tip of her tongue between her teeth. She tugged it off and carefully hung it off the bedpost, knowing my preferences there. Hell, she knew all of them, right down to how she licked my nipples and pressed eager little kisses over my tattoos as she removed my belt, pants, and boxers, draping them over my shirt.

  “Want to see you in that shirt and tie sometime,” I said hoarsely.

  “Hmm, like this?” It took her a couple of moments, but she shimmied out of her pajama top and the little shorts, swapping them for my white button-down and my tie. She only did the top two buttons of the shirt so it draped down over her belly, fully exposing it when she moved just right. Her breasts pressed seductively against the material, the dusky pink areolas slightly visible through the fabric.

  “Christ, you’re a vision.”

  “I smell like you now.” She lifted her arm and sniffed at the cuffs. Her love of my cologne was legendary, musk or not. “Think you can imprint me with more of your smell too? Or is that,” she eyed my now fully engorged cock, licking her lips, “too filthy?”

  Rather than reply, I hauled her closer and latched my mouth on her nipple through the material, tonguing the sensitive peak until she cried out softly and shifted on top of me, her wet pussy sliding seductively against my cock.

  “Don’t stop.”

  “Never.”

  “Raise your arms.” She tucked her tongue at the corner of her mouth while I continued to minister to her. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “Yes, you do. You already are. Fucking look at you.”

  She laughed throatily as I gripped the headboard to make it easier for her. “Fucking look at you,” she shot back, dropping her gaze to my overeager cock already trying to force its way inside her. Just the feel of her dripping on me was enough to give my dick ideas of its own.

  “I once considered myself a semi-enlightened man. But looking at you like that,” I curled my fingers into fists as she rose to wrap the tie around my wrists, “I’m half tempted to keep you permanently pregnant and wearing my clothes.”

  “Big talk from a man who’s tied up and at my mercy.” She sat back, looking pretty damn pleased with herself. “Besides, we only have two spare bedrooms.”

  I had to laugh despite the pressure building in my groin. No matter what, she always put me in my place.

  Right by her side. Never on top or below—or if I was, not for long. And I could rest assured she would swap with me at the first opportunity.

  “Always pragmatic, my princess.”

  “Mmm-hmm. We’re growing a business. You’ll have to content yourself with your daughter for a while there, caveman. Once she’s out, it’s birth control central for us.” She shifted back on top of me, leaning forward so that the panels of my shirt opened and put her breasts dangerously close to my mouth. “Though I’m happy to roleplay you knocking me up anytime you want.”

  “I’m more than happy with you and our daughter.” I angled closer so that I could nip the side of her breast. “But how about roleplaying my wife?”

  Minus the roleplay.

  She jolted, going still as my teeth and lips pleasured her breast. I nosed the material out of my way and sucked on her nipple, pulling gently as she moaned and laced her fingers in my hair. “Soon,” she said.

  She had no idea how soon.

  We’d discussed getting married right before the baby was born, and right after, and six months later once Sage had lost the baby weight. I thought she looked perfect right now. The leap I’d taken in setting this up might backfire spectacularly on me, and if that was the case, I’d accept responsibility.

  But if it paid off, she’d be my wife before we were on the plane back home.

  She shimmied down my body, leaving hot, wet kisses on my skin as she went. Her shimmy was more wobble than glide due to
her belly, but I couldn’t have been more aroused. Her beauty was only enhanced by her pregnancy. She glowed, and she was full and ripe and sexy as hell. I hadn’t been kidding about wanting to keep her pregnant. Knowing she carried a life we’d made inside her turned me on in a primitive way I didn’t completely understand.

  Her mouth slid over the tip of my erection, dropping down to enfold my length. She’d learned so much about pleasing me since the last time we were here. Not that she hadn’t been absolutely perfect that first night. Just thinking about her erotic innocence combined with the wet suction currently wrapped around my dick was enough to have my hips flexing as I dug my short nails futilely into my palms. I wanted to fist her hair and lightly squeeze her swollen tits while I fed her my cock one inch at a time.

  But she was in charge, and I was her willing victim.

  “Inside you,” I gritted as she toyed with my sac, drawing her pale pink nails around the sensitive flesh. Torturing me. “I want to fill up your pussy, not your throat. Not cover your pretty tits. Not today.”

  Even with her mouth still stretched around my dick, she smiled, humming in her throat so that I raised my hips off the bed. Vixen. She’d tricked me into talking dirty despite myself.

  “Is that so?” She worked her hand up and down my shaft, using her saliva to slicken her strokes. Her teeth grazed gently over the head of my cock and I hissed, shutting my eyes when she kissed the tip to soothe the sting. “Maybe if you say it again, I’ll oblige you.”

  “Playing with fire, princess.”

  Her lips sank down around me, her witchy green eyes meeting mine as she took my cock. She squeezed in time with her sucking and I couldn’t help twisting my wrists until the tie strained against her knot. It would be so easy to pull free and drag her where I wanted her, but I wouldn’t ruin her game.

  My phone buzzed on the nightstand, but she didn’t stop her torment. If anything, she drew on me harder while I craned my neck and tried to see the readout. Fuck, what time was it? We didn’t have much left at all before we had to be downstairs. But I needed her pussy, desperately. There was no way I could make it through being married by fake Elvis with a hard-on. A man could only suffer through so many indignities in one day.