Always Us

by C C Monroe

  “What’s ‘this?’” I bite my lip and anchor my hands to his shoulders, slowly rising up then falling back down.

  “You’re going to fucking kill me. Shayla, I’m so far gone. And now…uh, baby—” he cuts off when I pivot my hips forward then circle back down—Trey’s favorite. “And now you’re pregnant with my child. How can I ever fucking live without you now?”

  “Why would you have to?”

  “Because you’re still so fucking out of my league.”

  Thrusting gently, I shake my head slowly. “No, I’m not. My body was made for your pleasure, my heart was made to keep yours whole, I am who I am because I was made just for you. As you were for me. That’s called destiny.”

  “Fuck me, you damn angel, you’re my every fucking breath, my every thought, my every heartbeat.” Thrusting up into me, he brings his point home.

  Leaning up, his lips find my neck and he lavishes me with soft kisses and silky sucks. My hands roam up and over his strong muscular shoulders; the rough peaks feeling hot under my skin. Wrapping around his neck, I let them hang lazily with barely any hold on them. His lips feel like plush clouds on my neck—smooth, plump, and masculine. I feel small and cherished in his arms at this very moment. When he starts to help control my movements, taking the pressure off of my sore legs, I grip his hair in my hands.

  “I don’t want you sore, baby, tell me if it hurts at all, okay?” he asks, his worry becoming on him, making my heart skip a beat.

  “I will, ohhh…” He bites down on my shoulder and his strong grip on my hips controls my rising and falling. Each thrust is strong, not rushed, but measured.

  “How’s that feel, baby?” I don’t know why he even has to ask; my heavy breathing and moans should be enough indication that I am thoroughly enjoying this. We’re making love, not screwing, not fucking, making love, consummating the joyous news of our growing family.

  “Yes, God, so good, baby.” Tightening my arms around his neck, his lips nipping at my jaw, he hits against my cervix. Bringing the heel of my palm to my mouth, I bite down, sheltering my moan.

  “Fuck, did I hurt you?”

  I shake my head rapidly. “No, it feels amazing, don’t stop.” His thick invasion feels incredible inside me, where I feel every hard inch. His slick abs and pecs, sliding against my pebbled nipples, the sensation sending an eruption of goose bumps across my body.

  “The bed, take me to bed, please.” I hate to stop us, but I want to be able to have this last all night. Holding off my orgasm feels torturous, but I don’t want this feeling, this night, to end.

  “Anything, angel.” Reluctantly, I remove myself from Trey, nearly crying at the loss of him. We leave the bathroom, one at a time, him ahead of me, his outstretched hand holding onto mine.

  We don’t rush; we take our time. The night air coming through my open balcony door is crisp, and between the arousal and the chill, my body is shaking deliciously, waiting to have the heat of Trey all over me again.

  Climbing onto the bed, more like crawling, I know he’s watching me. I can feel his eyes zeroing in on his favorite part of my body—my ass. Slowly flipping over, I lay my body out for him and my suspicions were right, he’s staring down on me like he always does.

  “Open your legs, make room for me.”

  “Yes, Daddy,” I tease, gaining me a smug grin.

  “You little tease. I can’t wait for you to call me that for the rest of our lives.”

  I know I was just teasing, but his confession was so sweet, turning my joke into something beautiful.

  “Seriously, you are so dang handsome and witty.”

  “Only for you, Mama.” Okay, there it is, now a puddle at his feet, I’m at his mercy.

  “Get over here and make love to me…” I whisper into the dark, the thick air keeping our labored breaths.

  Climbing up on the bed, he places himself between my legs, grabbing the plump pillow and helping place it under my hips. With one hand on his cock and the other gripping my hands above my head, he kisses my lips and thrust into me smoothly.

  “Uhh!” I moan and he grunts.

  “Home, fuck I’m home. You’re my home, baby.”

  “You’re my home.” I reach between us and touch my stomach.

  His eyes light up, his lips drawn into a straight line as he absorbs my words. “I will protect you both, I will always be the best damn father to our child, I promise.”

  We’re slowly moving in sync together while we make indestructible promises to each other. He doesn’t have to say any more, I know by looking into his eyes he means he’ll never let the past of his mother affect our family, he will never run, he will never abandon, he will never leave.

  No one will ever come between us again—ever.

  Trey

  SHAYLA’S SINFUL, BREATHTAKING BODY WRITHES under me, taking every ounce of pleasure I’m giving her. Soft moans leave her sexy lips, her eyes opening and closing lazily, like she can’t handle it all. She wouldn’t be far off, because this is almost too much for me. Squeezing my cock with her velvet heat, I moan, grunt, and groan all at once, I swear.

  Sitting back, I thrust into her sluggishly, my head tilted sideways and my lip caught in my teeth, as I watch her tight pussy suck me in deep whenever I try to pull out. Shayla is hungry for me.

  Today, the fucking heavens opened and poured down on me, Shayla and I are pregnant. My beautiful soul mate is giving me a child. How in the actual hell did I deserve this?

  I bite my lip when she clenches on my shaft.

  “Fuck, you’re greedy, baby.”

  “I am, Trey. I want this to last all night.”

  “Me too, it can, baby, we won’t be done any time soon. I’ll give you a really good fucking orgasm, then you can nap, and I’ll wake you and do it all over again.”

  “Is that a promise?”

  “That’s a damn declaration, Shayla.” I thrust up into her hard, planting myself deep inside her, causing her legs to fall farther apart. I want to get as deep as possible, I want to reward my little woman for giving me the greatest fucking gift—a family.

  “Sexy little legs.” I pause, grabbing her calves and placing her feet against my pecs. This causes her wide hips to lift up even more from the pillow. “Sexy little calves.” Turning my head, while keeping my eyes focused on her, she watches me as I nip at her calves, her pussy clenching in reward.

  I feel extremely territorial over her, even more so now. Shayla is fucking delicate to me, something to only be treasured and constantly kept safe and pleased.

  “Trey, talk dirty to me, tell me how you feel about me.” She looks desperate, like my words are the very thing pleasing her.

  “You want dirty or do you just want the carnal truth?”

  “Both.”

  “Gladly.”

  My hands lock onto her thighs, using them as an anchor to slide in and out at a steady tempo.

  “This body has been destroying me for years, fucking with my mind.” I bite her calf again, the slit in her eyes widening when I lick the burn better.

  “I am obsessed with your sexy tits, the way they fucking bounce while I fuck you.” Using one hand, I reach forward and squeeze one of Shayla’s luscious, creamy breasts in my palm. “Your wide hips, those things, baby—shit.”

  “You love my body that much?”

  “Yes, fuck yes. Look at you, you could make saints turn into sinners. Then that ass, fuck that ass. I’m gonna take you there when you’re ready, baby, I will own all of you.” She blushes.

  “You like that? You like the thought of me fucking you like that?” I see the hesitation in her beautiful green eyes. Ah, my woman is shy…not for long.

  “Say it, say you want me to fuck you so damn good.”

  “I want you to fuck me every which way.” She moans and I have to hold back with all my restraint. These next seven months may not be as easy as I hope they will be.

  I keep a steady rhythm, watching her watch me, she’s so fucking sexy. I feel th
e familiar tingle in my balls that tells me I’m ready to fucking explode; I need it just as much as she does.

  “Don’t, baby, don’t you come before me, I want you to come on my cock while I come inside you.” She listens like a good girl, clenching down on me, giving me exactly what I need.

  “Come, now!” I flick her clit and she detonates around me as I explode inside her warm body.

  “Fuck!” I scream, my neck straining.

  “Trey…Trey… Oh, Trey!” The sound of symphonies is the exact sound that Shayla makes when she coats my cock in her juices. Fuck me, if this is my always, I will never tire of her.

  “Fuck, baby. Ride it, just like that.” She circles her hips on my cock, taking every last second she can of her ecstasy, and I enjoy watching it. My stomach tightening, my abs contracting as I twitch, it feels incredible.

  Her whimpers die out, and I topple over next to her, pulling her body into me. “Fuck. That was insane, baby.”

  “Mhmm,” Shayla moans, kissing my chest.

  “Did I wear you out?” A soft chuckle peeps out then slowly dies down. I rub up and down her back and within seconds she’s asleep. She needs the rest because round two is coming.

  Her nap allows me a moment to think about all the things that occurred today. Last week I found out that the chance of Shayla and I ever creating a family might not happen—the dream may cease to exist. Then everything happened with Gwen, that was a fucking nightmare. If I’m being honest, even I’m surprised by the way it all went down. Gwen and I were starting to work our shit out, but behind closed doors she was up to her own motives. When Shayla told me about the threats she made, I nearly went to find her—hunt her down and give her another piece of my mind.

  I admired Shayla for being so strong when the one person I was letting back into my life threatened us. She was being unselfish for me—for us. That is the number one reason I trusted her most. I spent my fair share of time thinking what would have happened if Gwen and I got any closer than what we did. Like I told Shayla, we were rounding the corner to rebuilding, not fully complete, so letting her go was a lot easier than we all thought it would be. Shayla was deep inside me, fighting to seal up my festering wounds.

  Now, to finish up my decade and more of suffering, Shayla is giving me a family. Once upon a time I would have never wanted a family, a fairytale ending, a happily ever after, but that all changed the day I fell in love with Shayla.

  If I could summon into a sentence what I felt when the doctor said my little woman was pregnant, it still wouldn’t bring it justice. Maybe the old me would have felt suffocated like the room was closing in or maybe my first thought would have been how shitty of a parent I would be, given my past, but all I felt was utter completion.

  The ultimate prize that you can win in love is the tangible reality of completing our circle—completing our love. My little woman is in for a hard journey, the doctor said, but she was sitting there with an authentic smile on her glowing face, more than ready to be a mother. Not only is she a fighter for herself and our child, but she’s also going to fight like hell for me, to make sure we have this family.

  Shayla’s not a homebody, she’s not the kind to rest for days on end, so I know these several months are going to be hell for her, but she doesn’t let me see that.

  Now we have to prepare to face the world outside our private bubble and tell everyone about the baby. Shayla doesn’t seem too worried, but I’m almost positive her father and Kings are going to lay my ass out. Shayla had just turned twenty-two right after we lost Pops, there’s no way in hell they are just going to sit back and congratulate us, especially since we aren’t married.

  Kingston and Tom are the same person; they protect Shayla like she’s a child. I truly feel bad for Kingston’s future daughter—if he has one—babies are for sure not on his radar, he talks about that shit like it’s a death sentence. But if he ever does have a daughter, she will probably be locked up in a tower with a chastity belt that even magic couldn’t open. He will lock it and throw away the key.

  As if his ears were burning, I hear him come in the front door, my bedroom door still slightly ajar. I maneuver myself slowly out of Shayla’s hold, untangling myself, doing my best to not wake her. Grabbing the throw blanket she bought for my bed, I lay it over her body and just shake my head. Dudes don’t do throw blankets, but I just shut up and let her leave little pieces of her around my room. Besides, one day soon, she is going to make us a home and all the girly shit like throw pillows, flowers, and enough fuzzy blankets to keep an army warm, will be thrown about our entire house. Happy wife, happy life.

  Grabbing a pair of basketball shorts from my drawer, I head out to find Kings. I find him in the living room with a beer in one hand, the remote in the other, and his legs on the coffee table where he sits watching the game.

  “Hey, man,” I announce myself, heading to the fridge to get myself a drink. I’m down for some guy time.

  “Hey, bro. My sister already in bed?”

  I smirk. “Yeah, she is. Where’s Lana?” Plopping down, I pop the top on my beer and toss the cap on the table.

  “She put me in the dog house—again.”

  “Oh, she did, not you?” I look over at him; he feigns innocence. I find it hard to believe he didn’t do anything to warrant her persecution.

  “Shit. Okay, I did something, but it was no big deal, dude.”

  “On with it.”

  “So, we went out tonight, had a great time, we went dancing. Then we came home and I obviously wanted to end the night you know…” He stops and shrugs his shoulder while whipping his head side to side. It makes me laugh that Kingston, this loud, proud, no shame man is shying away from the word sex.

  “All right, dude, I get it, so what happened?”

  “Well, I wanted to love on my fucking girl and right when we’re about to get down to it, I fucking slapped her ass and it set her off. She pushed me off of her like I was on fire and told me to get out.” He shakes his head and my face cringes, shit that sucks and damn that’s awkward.

  “Joel?” I know it has to do with him, all their fights stem from that.

  “Yep, I mean I thought it was something we could try, just a fucking slap on her sexy ass and then we would have this wild ass sex. Nope, that pissed her off. I’m such a fucking idiot.”

  “I thought you said it’s no big deal.”

  “Well, that was before I told you, saying it out loud makes fucking sense.”

  “Dude, the two of you have to compromise, it sucks seeing you guys either all over each other or coming for each other’s heads. That shit ain’t healthy, bro.” He nods, his eyes fixated on his beer bottle. The announcer cheers on the TV when the Seahawks score, but we stay focused on the conversation.

  “I know. I know. And that’s the hard part, I don’t know if I’ll ever break through to her. But I don’t think I’ll ever be able to walk away either. That woman isn’t just mine, she’s my best friend.”

  “Amen.” I know exactly how he feels, we’re two best friends who fell in love with our best friends.

  “Anyway, I’ll leave her alone for the night, she usually comes around, I just hope she won’t make it as long as the last time.” I wait silently for a minute, assessing his mood; he’s over the conversation.

  “How about them Seahawks?” I change the subject.

  “Sure they’re up in points, but they have three interceptions.”

  “They’re playing the Niners, so you know they’re gonna lose anyways.” I am a 49ers fan and Kingston is a Seachickens fan, our rivalry is ongoing.

  “They have interception problems, but at least my team is fucking scoring.”

  “Unlike you?” I joke, throwing his night in his face.

  “You are so fucking funny, aren’t you?” he mocks, punching my leg.

  “Fuck yeah I am, giving your smart-ass a run for your money.” Challenging Kingston drives him nuts.

  “Dream on, how was my sister’s appointment?
” I gulp, my body tensing, he senses it and looks at me with his brows furrowed. “Trey?” I shake my head and shrug, putting on my game face.

  “No, it was good, everything was good,” I lie, feeling terrible, but I don’t want to tell him until Shayla is ready. The last thing I need is him losing his cool and flying off the damn handle while she’s asleep. Besides, that bubble that her and I are privy to is something I’m not ready to burst. Our fucking love bubble or whatever it’s called.

  “Good.” Leaving it at that, he doesn’t implore more. Releasing a deep breath, I let it go.

  “Hey, Ben’s in town tomorrow, we should have a guys’ night—poker, beer, burgers. You in?”

  I nod, taking a sip of my Corona. “Sounds like a plan, what’s he doing in town?”

  “He said he’s passing through on his way to a show in Portland.” The Roes took off this year, after we helped them finish their album. Local Arizona band makes big, it has us looking fucking good. We have four clients using our studio the next two months. Life is fucking phenomenal.

  “Sounds good, are you hungry? Shay and I made some lasagna.” He shakes his head, his eyes fixated on the plasma screen. Leaving the couch, I head to the kitchen to get some leftovers; I worked up an appetite working out on my woman.

  “Grab me another beer though.” Silently nodding to myself, I make my plate then reload us both on beer. We enjoy the rest of the game, my team wins and Kingston spends another thirty minutes bitching about us cheating. A great night with my bro to round out an even better day with my girl.

  Shayla

  AFTER A NIGHT WITH TREY, enjoying the news of our miracle baby, I have an extra pep in my step.

  This news, this blessing is just that, a true blessing and nothing makes me feel closer or more whole with Trey than the knowledge of our child. Our love was so strong, drawn out in the stars and etched into fate, that we created a life that was nearly impossible. Trey is my destiny, my future, my every reason for being, and now our child is a part of that—our child is now my purpose in life.