“Stop talking Waverly. Fucking hell. Now is not the time for you to become logical.”
Bump.
Her back hit the wall as he loomed over her, his hands slid up to run up her bra straps.
“Hmph, well that’s rude, I can be - “
Tilting his head down so it rested on her forehead, his eyes soft, the corners crinkling close enough to whisper.
“Shut up Waverly.”
Then his mouth was finally on hers again, hot and hard, his tongue thrusting roughly, totally in control. She moaned as his hands reached up and slid her still unbuttoned shirt off of her shoulders. All she could do was whisper to him, call his name.
”Walker...”
“Yes baby,”
Focused on unbuckling her jeans and bending to slide them down her legs only stopping to stare at her black lace panties and press a kiss right above the top band. He slid slowly back up her body, his callused hands sliding around her hips and grabbing a handful of her ass and lifting her up. Waverly slid her legs around his waist and lowering her mouth to his, while he carried her the few steps to the worktable.
“Pull my shirt off, Wave,” he mumbled against her mouth.
Walker set Waverly gently on the worktop and took his shirt, lifting her up and spreading his shirt out under her. Leaning in to kiss her again he pulled back gripping her waist in both hands.
“Gotta have you now Wave, don’t know if I can be soft, okay?”
“K.”
It was all she was capable of answering, her eyes fluttering closed as his hand roughly gripped her breast raising it to his mouth, he licked and sucked hard and then pulled away, unbuckling and dropping his jeans only enough to line himself up with her.
“Look at me, Waverly,”
She opened her eyes.
“Tell me that you love me, Baby.
“I love you, Walker.”
His eyes crinkled a little.
“I love you Waverly.”
He pushed into her then and she gasped, finally, finally, he was where she wanted him and he started to move in her, staring into her eyes. His hands on her hips, pushing and pulling her to him.
“You’re mine,” he grunted as he slammed into her”
“Yes.”
She clung to him, as he controlled their movements.
“Only mine.”
She cried out his name, her entire body clenching around him. His arms tightened around her, clutching her to him. Her head fell onto his shoulder, his hand clutching her head as he groaned. She came hard, and he came harder. As she was slumped boneless, Walker held her to him stroking his hand up and down her back.
“You still with me?” He asked his voice warm and husky, she nodded raising her head. He lifted his hands, to her face and kissed her softly on the mouth.
“I love you, Waverly, I think that I’ve loved you from the first time I saw you all of those years ago. I can’t live without you. You run away from me again and I will find you and drag you back, no matter how many times it takes until you know it. You belong to me and you always will.”
His lips tilted up and the corners of his eyes crinkled slightly.
“Get your bag, Hippie Girl and let’s go”
“Go?”
Waverly gaped at him.
“Wait. What? I’m not dressed? Where are we going?”
Walker stood setting Waverly carefully on her feet, helping her work her arms into his shirt, then buttoning every button, grabbing her hand he pulled her.
Waverly stood on shaky legs, unmoving, staring at him.
“Come on, grab your shit and let’s go.”
Picking up his phone and wallet, then scrolling through his contacts. Finding whatever he was looking for, he looked up, realizing that she hadn’t moved, he walked back to her bent down and grabbed her behind her knees, lifting her up over his shoulder and carrying her toward the door.
“Wait,” she squealed laughing, “where are you taking me?”
Walker reached up and smacked her on the ass.
“I’m taking you to Vegas and putting my ring on your finger tonight. So the next time you run, you’ll be running away as my wife.
“Then I’m going to become intimately acquainted with that tattoo of yours. After that, I’m going to knock you up eight fucking times in a row. You’ll be so damn busy having my babies that you won’t have time to even think about running away from me again.”
Waverly shrieked, pounding him on his back with both of her hands.
“Put me down you dumbfuck.”
Stopping immediately, he let her slide slowly down the front of him until she was on her own two feet again, toe to toe, pressed fully front to front, up against him, his hands resting on her waist, her hands resting on his shoulders.
She stood shocked and speechless, her mouth opening and closing.
With a beaming smile on his wounded face, Walker reached out lifting her chin so her mouth closed. Then leaning forward he placed a smacking kiss on her lips.
“What now, Hippie Girl?”
Waverly smiled sweetly at him, running a finger over his swollen eye.
“I only want four babies.”
And married they were.
EPILOGUE
Walker was out in the barn sanding the latest piece of wood he had replaced on the hull of this boat, an old 1950 18’ Chris Craft Riviera Runabout wooden boat.
He had thought it would be fun for him and Waverly to take out on the lake and had surprised her with it. She had loved it, thrown herself at him and they’de had some fuckingly hot sex right on the floor where he was standing. As much as he loved her extreme happiness she sure could swing the other way with her emotions.
Right now he was trying to steer clear of her, she didn’t get mad often but when she did she could be a real hellion, and recently she had been a real hellion a lot more than she usually was. Who knew she would get so pissed off at him for selling his old apartment? He really hadn’t thought she would care one way or the other, so he was biding his time...out here...until she cooled down, and he figured out what the fuck he had actually down wrong.
He headed over to the work table and picked up his scotch when he heard the door opening. Good, it was over, he could smell her perfume and heard her soft footsteps, but he was going to hold the line for a bit. He was such a pushover with her, which she was well aware of, and after two years of marriage, he felt like he should make her work for it at least a little bit.
He listened to the old country song playing and heard her take a couple steps closer, he smiled to himself.
“You here to say you’re sorry, huh?” he chided her without turning around, taking another drink of his scotch.
“And you’re ready for the make up sex, right?” he smirked to himself, setting the glass down and refilling it.
He heard her huff, then felt something hit him in the back of the head, hard.
“Shit, that hurt Wave,” he turned around snapping at her.
She was standing there in very short, sexy little black satin booty shorts and a matching next to nothing silk tank, bare feet with deep red polish oh her toes, her arms fisted on her waist. Hair wild and wavy around her face, a crazed look in her swollen and red eyes.
She was just stood glaring at him or more accurately what she had thrown at him. He looked down to see white plastic and reached down for it. His heart stopped as he was crouched on the floor to pick it up. What. The. Fuck. His heart stopped, it was a pregnancy test stick.
He looked up at her, He looked down at the stick, there was a line. He looked back up at her.
“Wave?, it came out as a low growl.
She turned and ran.
He moved faster the stick clutched in his hand, grabbing her by the arm right before she reached the door. She wriggled trying to get away.
“You’re running, Waverly stop.”
Holding her by both shoulders he gave her a gentle squeeze, her head remained tilted down avoiding his eyes.
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“Are you sure Wave, is it definite yet?”
Finally raising her head to look at him he could see the fear in her eyes.
Ahh, that explained her panic and the desire to run. She had spoken many times to him about her fear that she would be a horrible mother.
“Oh baby, he said softly watching her eyes well with tears again before pulling her into his arms.
“You’re going to be such a great mom.”
She sobbed mumbling into his shoulder incoherently. Walker picked her up and carried her all the way back to the house and settled her into bed. Climbing in next to her he held her tightly soothing her with sweet words. When the tears finally subsided she looked up at him with wet lashes.
“Are you happy Walker, you can tell me the truth, I can take it. I promise I won’t melt down.”
He looked down at her, surprised again at the crazy way her mind worked.
“I’ve never had a family Wave, you know that. You’re giving me something no one else in the world can give me. A real family. I get to see you, with my baby inside you. And, I get to have a part of you that nobody else will ever have. A part of us together. We can do it right - we will do it right. Unconditional love, patience, everything you and I never had. Fuck, Wave, I feel like I’ve won the goddamn lottery.”
He heard her sigh as she rested her head down on his chest, running her fingers back and forth over his heart.
“Walker?, “Yes baby?”
“We’re going to be parents.”
“We’ll be a family of three now. It’s gonna be crazy Wave”.
“Walker?”
“Do you care if it’s a boy or a girl?
“Fuck no, just you know, what you always hear people say. Just healthy, you and the baby, I just want you both healthy.
“Wave?”
“Is it true what they say?”
“About what?”
They were laying side by side, she turned to look into his eyes. Whatever it was he was very interested in her answer.
She saw the little crinkle appear in the corner of his eyes and he was fighting back a grin.
“Are your tits going to get bigger?”
She rolled her eyes at him. Then reached a hand up, massaging one breast gently over her almost nothing black silk tank. His eyes widened, watching every move of her hand. He was practically drooling. Silly man, of course, one of his first questions would be about her boobs.
“Yes, they feel sooo much bigger to me. And they’re sooo much more sensitive already.
Continuing to tease him, she lifted and tested the weight of each breast, She was enjoying torturing him with her over the top answer to his typical male question. Fortunately, she was also turning herself on.
“Walker?”
She nudged him but his eyes didn’t move away from her breasts and her hands on her breasts. His breathing had become rough and unsteady.
“Walker,
“Yes, Baby?”
“It’s time for make up sex.”
ONE, TWO
Waverly had just gotten out of the shower, she had fallen asleep while reading to Griffin and a shower was the only way she could wake herself up these days.
According to his text twenty minutes ago, Walker was probably hard at work at in his office again. He had a big meeting coming up and had been working night and day for the last week. She knew the first thing he would do was head in to see Griffin, even though he was asleep already, he wouldn’t be able to stay away from his son. When he was forced to miss Griffin’s bedtime, she would find stand there, running his hand over his hair and watching him for a while.
Walker was an amazing father and of course, Griffin adored him. Although he had finished up his business day having dinner and drinks with the client he had texted to let her know he still had more work to do. After seeing Griffin he would head straight to his office for hours and would have to repeat every night until the deal was been finished and put to bed completely.
After smoothing lotion on her arms and sliding into a robe, she headed down to fix him a drink, she knew he wouldn’t have had one at dinner even though he would have a driver waiting for him.
He was still one of the most competitive people she had ever met and he would never cloud his mind with a drink during a business meeting - it might dull his killer instinct. Ha, killer instinct, what a laugh, the man had a heart like a marshmallow. When it came to his son, she was more often than not the one who had to break up playtime between the two of them so she could finally get Griffin to bed.
Grabbing the glass of Scotch for Walker and headed to his office pausing at the door. He was totally absorbed in whatever he was doing looking back and forth from the papers in his hand to the monitor. He was squinting, she smirked, he totally needed glasses but had been appalled when she brought it up as if it were an insult to his masculinity. He continued to insist his need for a bigger computer monitor had nothing to do with his eyesight.
She sighed as she watched him, he was a very good looking man, his shirt sleeves were rolled up showing off the forearms that she found so masculine, the very large antique Rolex watch he wore was a gift from his Grandfather when he graduated from college. His tie was awkwardly loosened and pulled down, his undone top button showing off his neck and hinting at the strong chest it lead down to.
A photo of her with Griffin when he was taking his first steps toward her was to the right of his monitor, next to it a photo of the two of them in Amsterdam on their honeymoon. The antique brass boat level, that she had given him from Griffin for his first fathers day sat proudly in front of both photos.
Without looking up at her or away from his work she heard.
“Hey Baby you going to bring that drink over here or just stand there admiring me?”
She smiled and rolled her eyes at him.
“I didn’t think you even knew that I was standing here?”
He set his work down and leaned back in his chair watching her glide into the room stopping in front of his desk.
“I always know when you walk into a room Wave, and besides, I could smell your lotion.”
She smiled at him sliding around the desk resting her hips on the edge and leaning back on her straightened arms. He looked up at her throwing his pen down and rubbing his hands over his face, he was tired she could tell. She shouldn’t be bothering him right now but standing there watching him as he worked a strong need for him built up in her. She really, really, wanted him right now. She handed him the drink reaching out to run her hand gently through his hair.
“You’re tired Walker, you need to stop for the night.”
“Can’t Wave, this has to be done for the meeting tomorrow.”
Taking another drink his eyes drifted down to watch her legs swinging gently back at forth in front of him as she sat on his desk.
“Well you’re not going to get any work done if you just sit there admiring my legs, are you?”
His eyes darted up to hers as she moved off of the desk and slid onto his lap straddling him.
Wrapping her arms around his neck and pushing him back in his chair, she removed his tie and tossed it behind her,
“I don’t want to bother you if you have all of this work waiting for you,” she whispered leaning forward rubbing her cheek back and forth on his stubble and biting down on his earlobe.
Walker dropped his hands to her hips and blew out a ragged breath.
“What work?” he grunted as she slid off of his lap onto her knees unbuckling his pants.
She smoothed the tip of her tongue up and down the length of him, Walker reached forward and lifting her hair away from my face, watching her intently. Her eyes locked on his as she focused on the head of his cock, her hand gripping him rhytmically while her mouth dripped saliva licking the tip of him around and around.
“Fuck, Wave your mouth, more.”
Pausing she leaned up over his flat toned abs, licking and kissing, his muscles clenching at the touch of her lips. Se
eing his head lean back with his mouth compressed into a flat line and his brow furrowed in concentration she moved her focus back to his cock, her mouth sliding up and down on him. He mumbled her name over and over then thrust his fingers into her hair pushing himself deeper into her mouth.
“Now Wave,” he warned starting to pull himself back from her mouth but Waverly sucked him deeper, working until he groaned with his release.
She fell against him boneless, he pulled her up settling comfortably on his lap. resting her head on his chest. Walker tipped her face up to place a kiss on her lips.
They sat surrounded by the soft glow of his desk lamp, her head resting sideways on his chest.
“I’m sorry I interrupted your work,” she whispered snuffling her nose into his chest and breathing him in.
His hands ran slowly up and down her back then rested at her waist.
“You should be,” he chuckled into her hair.
“We’re going to need the money.”
She stopped snuffling against him.
“Why are we going to need more money? Am I buying too many shoes?”
She was only half kidding.
Chuckling he tilted her head back using the handful of hair he held.
“No baby, you love your shoes and I love you in your shoes, especially when those shoes are digging into my...”
“Shush, you idiot, you really do have a one track mind.”
Eyes twinkling she leaned up to give him a long, slow kiss then raised herself up to look him directly in the eye.
“Are you having problems with the business?”
He reached down and gave her a gentle kiss on her lips,
“No baby, I only meant, now that there’s going to be four of us...”
Her eyes opened wide, her brow furrowed in confusion, his thumbs continued running softly over her stomach.
“You’re pregnant again, Wave.”
He smirked at her, at the shocked look on her face.
“I knocked you up. Again. You’re exhausted all of the time, your tits are already getting bigger, and we just fu.., I mean made love in the shower this morning and you just came down here looking for more. You. Are. Pregnant!”
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