by Brooke May
“What?” Katie stares at me in disbelief. “Chamberlain, you’ve had to—”
“No, I haven’t. This was one of the last places outside my apartment where we shared a meal. It was too painful to come here by myself.”
Her eyes grow watery, and she fumbles to grab my hand. “I’m sorry.”
“Katie, there is nothing to be sorry for. We both were dealt a shi- cra- horrible hand back then.” Damn, I thought I was getting better at watching my mouth. “We found each other again and are married.”
“But you missed so much.” She sobs.
Crap.
This isn’t how I saw this night going.
“Katie, we have the rest of our lives together. It tears me up missing your pregnancy, finding out, and having Marissa, the beginning of her life, but I’m here now.”
“Oh, Chamber—”
“We have babies now?” Marissa’s innocent question rattles everything within me.
“Wh-what?” Katie, who was in tears is now softly laughing, letting me handle this. “Marissa, princess, you can’t have babies for a very, very long time. You need to go to school, get a good education, and maybe date till your thirty or so before I maybe let you get married.”
Marissa giggles. “I want a siser or a brofer,” she replies to me.
I fall back in my seat, relieved. That I can handle. I’ve been thinking about it anyway. I want a house full of kids, and Marissa is the perfect age to bring another child into the picture.
“Soon.” Katie gives me a knowing look before focusing on Marissa. “Daddy and I will work hard on getting you one, baby doll.” Thank God, Marissa is too young to catch onto her mom’s words.
Damn, Katie.
I’m growing hard while we sit here having family dinner. I do my best to adjust myself under the table so no one can see, but Katie catches me and sends me a teasing look.
She’s in for it when we get home.
XOXO
I DON’T HAVE a lot of time when we get home to get everything set up. Katie is giving a drowsy Marissa a quick bath before she puts her to bed, so I head it up to our room and get to work. The first thing I do is draw the blackout blinds closed. Not soon after I moved in, I came to realize an art studio was across the alley from my building along with a female artist who resides there and paints the male form.
One night, I was walking out of the bathroom in just a towel and saw her looking out the window toward me and then back at her canvas. Let’s just say I wasn’t too happy that she was painting me.
From that day on, every time I’m home, I make sure to close the blinds. And per the usual, she’s standing at her window watching. I wave politely and quickly close them and light all Katie’s candles. I skip the music because honestly, we are going to be making our own. Why bother with it?
“Chamberlain?” Katie’s calls from downstairs.
“Yeah?” I look down from the landing at her.
“Do you want to say good night to Marissa?”
I nod and fly down the stairs, collecting her hand as I head toward Marissa’s bedroom. I kiss my little girl on the forehead as her eyes begin to drift shut.
While I’m still bent over Marissa, Katie’s warm hands slid around my back, my sides, and clasp together over my stomach. The gentle press of her chest against my back calls me into action. In a single motion, I turn around and lift her gently into my arms.
My lips brush over and seal to hers as a content sigh emanates from her. Her fingers dance their way over my chest. I keep her cradled to me, taking heavy strides to our room, and take the stairs two at a time.
“I’m glad you wore a dress today.” I keep my voice low as I set her feet on the landing and turn her to look at me. “Less in the way.” I tug the dress over her head and throw it over my shoulder. I don’t care where it lands; it just had to get out of my way. “Look at me.” My hooded eyes run appreciatively up and down her body. If my dick wasn’t so hard to begin with and straining to get out to her, I would be hard in an instant by the way she looks. Katie stands before me completely unashamed of her body. “Very nice.” I run my thumb over my bottom lip.
She only wearing her sheer bra and panties and that alone makes me a hungry man, but the subtle shift of her legs rubbing against one another has me stalking to her and devouring her beautiful lips with a searing kiss.
I push her backward until we are in our room, and she is just where I want her at the foot of our bed.
“Chamberlain,” she purrs my name and lightly pushes me back. She steps to me and in a surprise move, rips my shirt clean off me. Her icy hot eyes pierce me as I watch her move down to pull off my pants. “No underwear?”
“Too much in the way,” I pant. Katie slides back up my body, making sure to press against me just right to allow me to feel her tight, little pink nipples brush against my flesh. I bite back a groan when her hands run up my hardened dick.
“Have I told you I miss your tongue ring?” She nips my lips and licks hers. I can feel the warmth of her lips.
“No,” I grit out as her hand wraps around me and slowly strokes back and forth.
“Mmmhmm.” She runs her nose from my jawline and licks my ear. I shudder.
Damn, she’s good.
“I miss the way it felt in my mouth.” She places a kiss where my ear meets the side of my face. “I miss the way it felt against my skin—everywhere.” She drags my earlobe through her teeth.
I can’t think straight; lust fills every facet of my mind. My balls are captured and gently rolled in the palm of her delicate hands. “Jesus,” I groan, never taking my eyes off her. I don’t want to break this moment. Her eyes light up with a seductive glee to the effect she has on me.
I rip away from her on a growl and look fiercely into her eyes. “You drive me mad, woman.” I lift her into my arms and effortlessly drop her onto the bed. Like magnets drawing my eyes in, I watch her tits bounce as she falls onto the bed.
I don’t give her a moment to recover before I’m on her; my mouth scorching kisses down her body until I come to the tiny pair of lace boy shorts that hold the almighty treasure. My mouth salivates at the thought of her taste on my tongue. I run my nose along her seam; through her panties, I can feel how wet she is, how ready she is for me.
“Chamberlain,” Katie writhes against my touch.
“What do you want, baby?” Gingerly, I run the tips of my fingers up and down her bare thighs. I’m lying between her glorious legs and watching her fist the sheets of the bed, her back arched.
Moving up her legs, I feel and see the shivers of pleasure running up her body as I get closer and closer to where she wants me. I continue to slowly torture her, coming closer each time before pulling away.
“Chamberlain!” she shouts out in frustration. She sits up on her elbows, glaring at me.
A shit-eating grin crawls onto my face. “You want me, baby?” I trace my fingers over the edge of her panties. “You want me to consume you with my tongue?” I lift my hand that grazed her and is lightly coated with her wetness and lick.
“Oh.” She drops back down, breathing heavily, and again, I focus on her tits. The nearly see-through material of her bra does nothing to hide her nipples pulling tight, begging for my mouth to take them.
“Or … do you want my dick filling you? Do you want to feel every single inch of me in you, stretching you?” I slide my fingers into her panties and hiss. “Oh, I think you want it all.” I grin devilishly at her. Sinking my finger into her tight, wet core, I keep my eyes trained on her face, watching her wriggle with the desire while moving her hips to try to reach the relief I can offer.
“Oow.” Her back comes off the bed, and her head thrashes form side to side. Besides her arms, it’s the only thing keeping her back off the bed. I love how flexible she is. My dick jerks and jumps at the sight of her getting closer, but I’m not ready to give it to her yet.
“WHAT!” She shrieks as I withdraw my finger. Her protest dies on her lips when I tug her
panties down and away from her body, leaving her bare to me; pink, swollen, wet, and mine.
Starting at her inner calf, I work open-mouth kisses up her leg, almost to her apex, and drag my tongue back down to start the over on her other leg. She is covered in goose bumps, anticipation making her quake. As much as I want my mouth on her, tasting her on my lips, on my tongue, I skip over her mound to trail kisses and lick up her stomach, past her breasts, until I reach her face. I cup her cheeks, running my thumbs over them before kissing her.
“Katie, I’m the only one to leave a trail of goose bumps on your beautiful skin. Not out of fear or from being cold, but because you are so turned on by me and about to burst with pleasure just having me near.”
“Chamberlain.” She pants my name, fingers digging into the mattress.
“I’m the only one to make you feel the way you do right now.” I reach down and line myself up with her wet entrance. I drag my dick up and down over it, coating myself in her.
“Chamberlain, please.” She rolls her hips, trying to reach me.
I pull back. “Tell me what you want, baby.”
“You,” she begs.
“You have me, Katie.” I tease the tip of my dick, almost ready to sink in, but pull away again when her hips move.
“I want you in me.”
“What part of me?” I lightly run my lips over hers. I fucking love teasing her. Watching her like this is hot.
“Your di—” I know I’m pushing her, I know this makes her uncomfortable, the dirty talk, but it would be fucking amazing to hear it come from those beautiful lips just once.
“Say it, Katie,” I encourage her. I’m about ready to bust a nut, so the second she says it, it’s game on.
“Your dick! Chamberlain, I want your dick in me!” she screams, ending with a moan when I slam into her. The warmth of her velvet walls encases me, and I join her with my own moan. I start to pull out of her, and her walls tense around me, squeezing me.
“Damn, Katie.” I grunt, pushing back in at a fast rate. She feels amazing. So. Fucking. Perfect. The only thing that would make this moment better would be knowing that I could get her pregnant. That is going to be happening soon enough.
“Cham-Chamber-” She tries to pant out my name but ends up breathy and writhing in a carnal way that tells me she is close.
“You like feeling how we are together, baby?” I straighten myself and drape her legs over my shoulders before scooping her off the bed, folding her body. Thank God I’m strong, and she’s tiny because this would be difficult otherwise. “God, you feel incredible. Tight, pulsating, and so … fucking … wet.”
“CHAMBERLAIN!” Her walls clamp around me like a vise, making it difficult to move inside her. Katie goes lax in my arms, but not to the point that she is hard to hold. I continue drilling into her, now with more speed. The friction we create together is better than anything else I’ve ever felt. I’d never had unprotected sex before I got her back. Now, I never want to use another one of the fucking condoms again. I want her skin against mine, nothing between us.
“KATIE!” I thunder, throwing my head back, rolling my hips at a jerking pace. I freeze, keeping myself deep inside her. “Holy. Fuck.” I look down at my beautiful wife; her breathing is as heavy as mine is. I gently lay her back on the bed and kiss her sweaty forehead. “You okay?”
“Y-eah.” She nods, her mouth ajar and her eyes closed. Her body lies beneath me, loose and in a complete state of relaxation until I pull out. “No,” she whines. “Stay.”
“Katie, I would love to, but I don’t care to explain that to our daughter should she come up here.” I laugh, helping her shaking legs to lower onto the bed. I kiss her knee and head into the bathroom to clean myself off and bring a warm washcloth back to her. When I come back, she is still in the same position I left her in. “Are you sure you’re okay?” My brow arches as I wipe her clean. I love that I can take care of her.
I move her up and nestle her into my arms after getting the bed ready, making sure to put her head on her spot. “I’m okay,” she manages. “I love you, Chamberlain.” She traces both her and Marissa’s names on my chest.
“I love you, too, Katie.” I rub my nose in her hair. Life is so amazing now, having her here with me. I’ll never tell her this, but after she disappeared, I couldn’t stay in the apartment Scott and I had. Everything reminded me of her, everything held her scent, and I couldn’t handle it. We sold everything except the things that mattered and our clothes. It wasn’t until I bought this place that Scott and I had a home again. But it wasn’t until Katie and Marissa got here that it truly and finally became a home.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Katie
I KNEW IT was a long shot when my period came late this month. We were barely settled in last month when I went to see my new OB/GYN to get my IUD taken out. I planned it just right that my period was due to come a few days after it was removed. Butterflies swarmed in my stomach after I walked out of that appointment. A baby or future babies to be more accurate were in sight now.
After my period came and went, Chamberlain and I got right to work. So I knew it was a long shot to get pregnant the first time around, but it only took one time for Marissa, so it could have happened.
And now, a few weeks later, I get my hopes up when my period comes four days late. After day two, I was starting to grow excited with the hopes of carrying another child who was part me and part Chamberlain. But I felt crushed when I woke up and found a faint spot in my panties and cramps from hell plagued me. I was beside myself. I know it was foolish to get excited after the first month, but I couldn’t help myself.
“You are only twenty-three years old, K.C.” Beth rubs my back while we sit on my couch. Marissa is on the floor playing with her dolls while the guys are off doing whatever.
“I know, but still …” I look down at the wet tissue in my hands. I take a deep breath and will myself to see reason. My periods, after having the IUD put in, have been extremely light to the point that I didn’t really have them. The hormones and the cramps, now, are worse than ever. I think that’s what is making this so much harder.
“Take a chill pill. You’re free of all the wonderful things that come along with pregnancy for another month.” Beth’s smile is contagious. “Besides …” Her tone becomes hushed. “You get to have more fun. Not like pregnancy can keep you away from that beast of a man.”
I snort a laugh.
Completely true.
If my future pregnancies are anything like mine was with Marissa, then Chamberlain won’t be able to keep up with me. I never felt so needy in a sexual way like I did when I was pregnant with her. After I had got to know Beth, I told her all about my pregnancy and the needs I felt during it. That all went away until Chamberlain came back into my life.
“Ah! I see a blush coming across that adorable face of yours,” she teases. I roll and bite my bottom lip while looking away. “You can’t hide it. That man is …” She looks down at Marissa and whispers, “Sex on a stick.”
I pinch my eyes closed as my face grows warmer.
“I am so right,” Beth gloats as she falls back on the couch.
I take a couple of breaths and turn back to her. “So I have a couple of meetings set up for you to get you into the fighting line up.”
Nice change of subject.
When Chamberlain mentioned he was going prepare Beth to fight in the women’s league, I was excited. I knew she was interested, and when Chamberlain told me more about having her on his team, I started getting to work. Since I am Chamberlain’s manager, I offered to become Beth’s as well. The role is getting easier and more familiar to fall into. Chamberlain’s schedule is pretty slow right now, just the occasional interview. But now, I’m in full swing with Beth’s career. Promoter meetings, league meetings, and of course, interviews with her and different sponsors. So far, she has landed four of Chamberlain’s sponsors. Some of Helena’s sponsors have even signed her on.
Beth ey
es me warily and nods. “Okay.” She sits up. “Fine, change the subject. Am I needed at these meetings?” She may be sarcastic at the moment, but I know she is extremely excited and just trying to play it cool.
“Yes, but I am only needed with the first one. The second one is a meeting with the rep from Quik Punch, and they want it to just be you and Chamberlain.” I already know what that meeting is all about. Chamberlain had me okay it before. The Quik Punch people want to launch an ad campaign with several pictures and a commercial of Beth and Chamberlain for the drinks. The only two things I did not approve of, and Chamberlain will fight them, is them being up close and personal with one another and the fact that they actually have to drink that crap. I know the first one will be fine, but the second I highly doubt. It is a commercial for the drink, after all.
“Boo!” She pouts.
“That meeting may be a while, so I’m going to just come home afterward.” I shrug it off. It doesn’t hurt my feelings to miss the meeting. “I’ll just work out or something. Marissa should be down for her nap by the time I get back.”
“No more, Mommy!” Marissa looks up at me. “I am a big girl,” she says slowly and clearly.
“Well, big girls need naps too. When you were in my tummy, I took lots of naps.” She eyes me skeptically before going back to her dolls. “I’d better go get ready.” I slap Beth’s knee and stand. “One of us should at least look professional.”
“Right and Chamberlain liking you in a tight pencil skirt with stockings and garters under with a white button-down dress shirt making you look like a naughty teacher has nothing to do with it.” She inhales. “Wow, that was a mouth full!”
I walk away and head up the stairs to get ready. I try to make myself look professional, so others take me seriously while I’m sitting between two fighters. And, well, the fact that Chamberlain really likes me in my professional outfits is just a bonus.
XOXO
AFTER A NEARLY two-hour meeting, Beth is all set up for her entrance into the women’s featherweight league. Her debut fight is in four months, which is plenty of time for her to get ready and the guys to condition her.