I feel Rem shaking and realize he’s hiding his laughter in my hair. A smile is fighting to materialize on my face, but I don’t want to embarrass Crystal any more than she already is. “No,” I tell her kindly. “I’m good. Thanks.”
She bites her lip and digs the toe of one tennis shoe into the ground.
“Is everything okay, Crystal?” I ask, wondering at her odd behavior.
“Yes, I just, um”—she shrugs and gives me a small smile—“I’ve really enjoyed working with you this week.”
I return her smile and reach out to take one of her hands. “I feel the same way, sweetie.” Crystal really has been a joy to be around. She sees the world with wonder, works hard, and is eager to try new things. “I hope we can stay friends.”
“Well, I was wondering if you’d still need an assistant once you go back to Cirque de Rêve?” Her expression is hopeful, and I doubt she realizes she’s squeezing my hand nervously.
Remington freezes for a heartbeat, then his head whips up and he answers before I can say anything. “Ainsley won’t be going back to Cirque since she’ll be living in LA.”
I raise a single eyebrow and twist my head. “Is that so?” My tone is a mixture of curiosity and annoyance. I’m irritated at his assumption, but I’m also a little chagrinned that I didn’t think about our living arrangements before now.
Rem frowns at me. “Where the fuck else would we live?”
I match his scowl and snip, “I don’t know, but don’t you think we should have an actual discussion about it before you just make that decision for me?” I slip out of his arms, fully aware that it’s only because he lets me. Then I turn to the side so I can see him, putting my hands on my hips and glaring. “In fact, why haven’t we talked about this already?”
Remington pivots slightly so we are standing face to face and takes a few steps forward until he’s right in front of me. “Because we’ve been too busy fucking like bunnies, baby,” he says arrogantly.
A gasp and a cough-laugh off to the side remind me that we aren’t alone. I glance at Crystal, and she looks like a tomato, making me grimace apologetically. “Sorry, my husband forgets that not everyone appreciates his dirty talk.” I leave out the fact that it makes me wet.
“She’ll understand when it’s her man,” Cannon mumbles so quietly it’s almost inaudible.
Crystal finally turns her eyes on him, blinking owlishly in shock. He closes the distance between them but doesn’t attempt to touch her. “Innocent little girls like you just need the right man to corrupt them.”
She squeaks and spins around, taking off at a sprint. Cannon gives us a chin lift before following her with clipped, determined steps.
“That’s going to be fun to watch,” Rem murmurs with a low rumble of laughter. That sound always goes straight to my core. Dang it, he’s going to make me ruin yet another pair of panties.
“Back to your high-handed, cocky, caveman attitude,” I huff, narrowing my eyes at him.
Rem has the nerve to give me his most charming smile, the one he only uses on me. I try to stay focused, but my traitorous body is making it very difficult.
“Baby, you know I’m right,” he cajoles, snaking an arm around me and bringing me flush against him. “I would move anywhere to be with you, but living in L.A. makes the most sense. Especially since you can’t be performing aerial work or stunts if you’re pregnant.”
He steals a deep kiss, further immersing me in a fog of lust. “What if I want to raise this baby in Iowa?” I manage to ask in a breathy voice.
Rem goes still, but I feel his heartbeat speed up. Then he croaks, “This baby?” I don’t quite understand what’s got him all twisted up, but I don’t care as I lean in for another kiss.
To my astonishment, he holds me away from him and it causes a little of the fog to thin. “This baby?” he repeats.
“Oh crap,” I grumble, realizing I’ve spoiled my surprise. “I didn’t mean to tell you that yet.”
“Baby, are you pregnant?” His tone is filled with excitement, and his hands clasp my cheeks so he can stare into my eyes.
His elation is contagious, and I can’t help the smile that eclipses my face when I give him the answer he’s dying to hear. “Yes.”
Rem whoops and grabs me, lifting me off my feet and spinning me around. When he sets me down, I notice that he’s gotten the attention of just about everyone on set. Rem throws both hands in the air and yells, “I knocked my girl the fuck up!”
“It’s a good thing you’re done filming your stunts,” Rem mumbles against my belly before raining kisses over it. After he announced my pregnancy, he dragged me back to our trailer to “celebrate.”
Once he was done wearing me the heck out, he slid down and rested his head on my stomach, occasionally talking to the baby or kissing the spot where it’s growing inside me.
I silently agree with him, and considering my level of exhaustion the last couple of weeks, I’m glad we only have another week of filming before Rem and I are completely done with this movie.
“Another week, and we’ll be taking you back to Iowa,” he says as he rubs my flat abdomen.
“What?” I query with a high-pitched tone. He can’t be serious.
Rem lifts his head and looks at me with a steady gaze. “I told you, wherever you are, that’s where I’ll be. If you want to move back home to Iowa”—he practically shudders when he says the word—“we’ll make it work. I’ll always give you anything that’s in my power to give”—his expression darkens—“except letting you go.”
Holy cow. I didn’t think he could get any more perfect, or that I could love him any more. I wiggle down until he’s covering me from head to toe and wrap my arms around his torso. “I love that you’re willing to give me everything,” I effuse before brushing my lips over his stubbled chin. “But I was just messing with you when I mentioned Iowa.” The relief that washes over his face makes me giggle. “I’m sure I’ll be happy in LA because that’s where we’ll be a family.”
“Thank fuck,” Rem breathes. He slides against me when he drops his head to take my mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. My legs automatically go around him, and he slips inside me as his hands glide over my body to palm my breasts. He kisses each tip as he starts to move inside me. “Your tits are perfect, baby, but I can’t fucking wait to see them get big and full with milk.” He licks his lips, and I feel a gush of wetness between my legs. “Always so wet for me,” he groans.
He takes me gently, almost reverently, and it brings tears to my eyes. Then he cuddles me close and whispers how much he loves me as I drift to sleep.
EPILOGUE
REMINGTON
1 year later…
I groan and adjust myself, trying to find a more comfortable position. If my cock gets any harder, I won’t be able to walk. My eyes are glued to my wife as she spirals her body in and out of the long, silk fabric suspended from the ceiling.
If she wasn’t in the gym I built for her on the back of our house, I’d be pissed as fuck to see her in a tight, green, spandex tube top and matching boy shorts that show off her spectacular ass. Instead, I’m about thirty seconds away from blowing my load like a damn teenager catching his first glimpse of a naked woman.
Ainsley sees me and she grins as she rolls down the ribbon until she’s a foot from the floor, then gets to her feet. Her expression is sly as she saunters towards me, her hips swinging seductively. “Helen’s with Tyson and Colette?” she asks as her eyes roam hungrily down my body, lingering on the tent in my pants.
“Six weeks,” I croak. “Hell yes, she’s with Tyson and Colette.”
Ainsley gave birth to our little daredevil—whom she insisted be named after Helen Gibson, the first Hollywood stunt woman—six weeks ago. And while we’ve done every creative option we could come up with, I’m dying to be inside my wife again.
My gaze drifts to the area of the room where a single silk is hung in a loop, like a swing, and cum leaks from my cock as I get an idea. When A
insley is directly in front of me, I prowl forward, forcing her to walk backwards until we reach the suspended fabric.
“Strip,” I command. She doesn’t hesitate to obey, and I come a little more when her tits spill free from her top. They are big and swollen with milk. The liquid beads on the tips, and I’m suddenly parched like a man lost in the desert. Once she’s naked and staring at me, I grab the back of my shirt and pull it off, tossing it over my shoulder. Then I shove my pants down, I’d gone commando for expediency, and kick them away.
Ainsley’s beautiful green eyes are swirling with heat, and she licks her lips when she sees my cock. It’s big and hard, the tip an angry purple, smeared with my thick, white, cum. “You look like you want to suck on my dick like a lollipop,” I tease, though it comes out in a gravelly voice. She swallows hard and nods. “Always so hungry for my cock,” I grunt. “I’ll give you what you want, but I’m going to have my tongue deep in your pussy while you suck me off.”
“Yes, please,” she pants and for a moment, I can’t look away from her tits as they bounce from her rapid breathing. But my dick doesn’t let me stay distracted for long.
I grab the hammock silk and hold it open for her. She looks at me curiously and a wicked smile curves my lips. My wife is strong and extremely flexible, and I spent a lot of time over the last six weeks imagining all the different ways I’d fuck her when the doctor gave us the all clear.
“Put your ass in the swing, baby.” She takes hold of the sides and lowers herself into the folded loop. I move around behind her and put my hands on her shoulders. “Lean back and hold on tight,” I tell her as I guide her to where I want her. She’s almost to a forty-five-degree angle, like a kid trying to swing really, really high. When she seems stable, I step forward and stand over her, straddling her face. I bend forward, dropping my head so I can see her, and wrapping my hands over hers.
My shaft is hard and pointing up, so I push it down until the tip brushes her lips. “Lick,” I demand. Ainsley opens her mouth and her tongue darts out to swirl around the head. I groan, and a few drops of cum drip down onto her lips and she moans as she immediately licks them clean. It’s hot as fuck. “Wrap that pretty mouth around my cock and suck it, baby.”
Ainsley eagerly complies, and I growl as overwhelming pleasure causes all the remaining blood in my body to rush down to my dick. “All the way to the back, baby. Oh fuck, yeah.” My wife gives head like a champ and while I love watching her take me deep down her throat, my mouth is watering for a taste.
I move my hands down and curl them under her thighs from the outside, so my fingers are splayed on her inner thighs. I use the leverage to open her wide and bury my face in her pussy. The minute I take a pull on her hard, little bundle of nerves, she screams in ecstasy.
“Suck, Ainsley,” I growl. “You stop, I stop.”
Ainsley whimpers but takes me back into her mouth. “Good girl,” I praise before licking her from top to bottom. She moans around my dick, and the vibrations push me close to orgasm. “Tilt your pussy,” I instruct her. When she does, I shove my stiffened tongue inside her channel. With fast, sharp stabs, I fuck her with my mouth and my hips involuntarily begin to pump against her face.
When I know I’m close, I alternate penetration with tugs on her clit between my teeth. Ainsley suddenly screams and a rush of liquid shoots into my mouth. Knowing I made her come that hard sends my orgasm barreling through me. I ram my cock down her throat one last time and explode, and she swallows every drop.
Knowing she’s probably having a hard time breathing around my still rock-hard cock, I pull out and stand, then back up so I’m no longer straddling her.
She’s staring up at me, her green eyes bright and filled with awe. “That was…” she trails off, at a loss for words.
“Mind-blowing,” I finish for her, and she nods while mewling with satisfaction. I grin and bend over to kiss her before helping her sit up. “I’m not done with you yet,” I warn as I slip my hands around her to cup her breasts. “I’ve taken a liking to these tits, my little daredevil. I think I need to put another baby in you so I can keep them.”
I pinch one nipple, and the tips of my fingers come away wet. Bringing them to my mouth, I groan as I suck them clean. “Time for you to feed Daddy, baby.” I twist the swing around and drop to my knees in front of her. I suck the sweet nectar from her tits, one at a time until I’ve had my fill.
“Yessss,” Ainsley hisses as she clutches my head, holding me to her. Her nipples were incredibly sensitive during her pregnancy, but they’ve gotten even more so since she gave birth. I can make her orgasm just from playing with them, but I want to be inside her the next time she comes. I was serious about getting her pregnant again.
I place a soft kiss on each tip and get to my feet. I gently push her chest until she drops all the way down, her head almost on the floor. “Wrap up your legs.” She lifts her lower half and twists her feet until the fabric is tangled around her ankles and calves. Her hands fall to her sides, and she plants them on the floor beneath her for support.
Pushing her legs out, I soak in the sight of her ripe pussy. She’s drenched; her arousal coating her thighs and making her opening shiny and slick. I push one digit inside her, testing it out since it’s been so long since I’ve been able to fuck her. Her muscles clamp down around my finger, and I look up at her in surprise. She’s small, but I didn’t expect her to be this tight after having a baby. “Damn, baby. I could swear you’re even tighter than you were before you had Helen.”
She shrugs minutely, barely paying attention because I’ve curled my finger up to touch her most sensitive spot. In order to prepare her a little better, I quickly bring her to orgasm one more time. She’s still recovering when I help her sit up and put her hands through her legs, wrapping them in the silk around her calves. She’s basically bent in half, her pussy on display with her legs high in the air, and her back straight, thrusting her chest between them.
Bending my knees slightly, I line up my cock and take hold of her thighs. Then I yank her forward, bottoming out in one smooth thrust. Her hard, little nipples scrape against my chest, and my balls slap against her ass. “FUCK!” I shout. In this position, I’m deeper than I thought was even possible. I inhale and try to push back my orgasm.
“You’re so deep,” she moans, and her inner muscles grip me so hard that I have to struggle to push her away from me. Once I’m almost out to the tip, I use the leverage of the swing to bring her back with more force than ever before. I slam inside her, and my cock bumps hard against her cervix, causing her pussy to spasm. I repeat the action over and over, swinging her back and forth and impaling her with incredible force each time.
“Yes! Yes, Remington,” Ainsley cries out with each thrust.
My senses are overloaded with sensation, and I give in to the animalistic cravings inside me. My movements become wild, fucking her like a beast high on his mating instinct. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant and slap her pussy the next time she swings backwards.
Ainsley begins to shake, but she grips the fabric harder and tilts her hips up for me. “Yes. You’re doing so good, baby,” I grit through a clenched jaw. “Come, Ainsley. I can’t hold back any longer, come so I can fill your womb with my seed.”
I slam her onto my cock one more time, and she screams my name as she shatters. Her hands grip the silk so hard her knuckles are bleached white. Her pussy seizes, and she holds me in as though begging me to give her my cum.
My orgasm hits so hard I feel like I’ve run into a brick wall. It literally makes me stumble on my feet, but I hold on to Ainsley’s thighs and manage to stay upright. Her pussy is sucking me almost as hard as her mouth does. Hot cum spills from my cock, splashing the walls of her unprotected womb. “That’s right,” I bark. “Take what I give you, Ainsley. Oh, fuck yeah. Take it all.”
It seems as though my orgasm is endless, but eventually, I’m drained of spunk. I’ve filled her so full, it’s leaking out around my cock. My chest
puffs out a little, proud of the fact that she couldn’t be stuffed any fuller with my cum.
Ainsley finally lets go of her death grip and leans back so she can untangle her feet. Then she slips them around my waist, keeping us joined. I pet her belly a few times and smirk at her. “That’s my boy in there.”
She rolls her eyes and sits up, only to collapse against my chest. I grip her ass and lift her so she can wrap herself around me like a little monkey. I begin to walk towards the door that leads to the house. “I had planned to do a run with the circus before getting pregnant again,” she mutters with her head buried in the crook of my neck.
I laugh and enter the house, then head straight for the stairs to the master suite. “You can keep telling yourself that, baby, but you and I both know your body was begging for it.”
She giggles, but it turns into a moan when I start up the steps. The action of climbing the stairs is causing my rapidly hardening cock to rock back and forth.
By the time I reach our bedroom, we’re both worked up again. When we finally collapse in a heap of exhaustion later that night, she’s begged for my baby batter three more times.
EPILOGUE
AINSLEY
Five years later…
“Helen! You get down from there right now!” I run towards the tree house in our backyard where my daughter is perched on a single, thin branch. She giggles and waves at me. The movement shakes the branch, and she puts her hands out to steady herself.
My heart skips a beat, and I only manage to exhale when she finds her balance. I swear this girl is going to put me in an early grave. She’s absolutely fearless. My mom says it’s my payback for taking so many years off her life when I was a kid.
After she scared the crap out of Rem a handful of times, he demanded we put her in gymnastics and tumbling. He grumbled that if she was going to be a little daredevil, like her mommy, then she should at least learn how to do it safely. However, tightrope walking is not part of the curriculum. And, of course, finding precarious spots to balance on seems to be her favorite pastime.
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