by C C Monroe
“I’m a lucky bastard, and the only way I’m fucking living with any ounce of happiness is because of you and our babies.” My hand still hasn’t moved from her stomach, it stays glued there, rubbing over the tiniest pregnant belly I’ve ever touched. She’s pregnant with twins, which means she will show faster, but not fast enough. I want Shayla round and glowing, carrying our little nuggets.
“You make us happy.” She refers to our children, and I about topple over onto the floor to wash her feet like Judas.
“You are my divinity, my fucking life, baby. I’m going to worship you every damn day of our lives.” Tilting my face into hers, I get her lips on mine. Gentle caresses of our tongues while she fists my hair.
“I want you to make love to me,” she moans into my mouth before my tongue licks across the top of hers, I’m fucking starved.
“We’re having movie night, Kings and Lana are waiting, but I swear I will take care of you tonight, I will fuck you to sleep, slowly and thoroughly,” I promise her, nipping at her lip. She moans, and I feel her physically shiver.
“I want slow and lazy. I want to feel it all, baby,” I whisper against her cheek as I make my way to her ear. Licking along the shell, I bring my point home, get her good and ready for later. “I want to feel the pull of my cock, sliding in and out while your greedy pussy begs him to stay.”
She moans, throwing her head back. I nip at the thin column of her tiny tan neck, avoiding the distinguishing bruises that make me want to revolt.
“Trey, don’t tease me.”
“I’m not teasing, just promising, and maybe more so warning you. I swear we’ll never get to sleep tonight. It’s nearly one in the morning.”
“Let’s start this movie night.” Kingston’s voice booms from the door, causing us to look over and see him and Lana in their pajamas, ready to go. I look over at Shayla and nod reluctantly. We stand and make our way to the living room.
“Kathy went to sleep, so we can watch a scary movie,” I say, flipping through the new releases. I’m on one side of the sectional, Shayla laid out on top of me, clinging to me. Kingston and Lana are spooning on the floor next to us in a sea of blankets and pillows.
“Yes! I want Lana to get all spooked so she’ll cuddle mad deep tonight.”
“Oh, shut it, I cuddle you all the time, not like you need more attention, you baboon.” We all laugh as Kingston looks affronted.
“Fine, I won’t cuddle with you, find your own human muscle bag.” He unwraps himself from Lana and flips over, pouting. I roll my eyes.
“Aw, my poor baby, are you upset?” Lana says with mocking humor. Shayla’s body vibrates on top of me with her laughter. I rub my hand over the skin of her lower back.
“Aw, Tarzan is upset. Lana upset Tarzan,” I tease, sounding just like a Neanderthal. Shayla giggles again, snuggling deeper into me.
“I think he needs his ego stroked again, L,” I add.
“I think so too,” she says, straddling his side. “Baby, I didn’t mean to crush your little ego, I was just playing.” Kingston scoffs and we laugh.
“Come on, I promise I’ll be nice.” With that she leans and kisses his bare shoulder. With a quick yelp, Kingston turns on his back and plants Lana back down on his lap. Sitting up as Lana tries to remove herself, Kingston digs his face into her stomach and sides, biting and blowing raspberries onto her.
“Stop!” she shouts. Shayla falls into a fit of uncontrollable laughter, and it feels damn good to hear her laugh like that.
We decided on a scary movie and just like I predicted earlier, Lana and Shayla crash by the middle. Kingston and I, however, stayed up and watched the movie with our women wrapped around us like glue.
Giving him the nod, we both get up. Stirring Shay a little, I move us so I can carry her up to bed. I take each stair slowly, doing my best to not make too much movement, it’s three in the morning and Shayla needs her rest.
I lay her down with success and then climb in next to her. When I settle, she curls into me, tossing her leg over my hips, her hand on my lower stomach and that perfect head of hair on her spot on my chest. She’s still asleep, her body reacting on instinct, and that’s how I know I’m forever branded inside her as she is inside me.
Tomorrow I’m visiting my dad’s headstone for the first time, with Kathy, to tell him about the babies, the wedding, everything. Kingston is taking Lana and Shayla to see her dad so tonight I resist waking up my woman and making love to her so she can get some rest. Yesterday was hell, but we’ve been through hell, walked through it, fought its battles, and now we’re going to do it again, this time, for good.
I’M DREAMING—A REALLY FUCKING good dream—when I feel my favorite lips wrapped around my painfully hard cock. I squeeze my eyes shut, hard, before opening them again, the light cascading in from the window causing me to squint.
That’s when I realize it ain’t a dream; my cock is being sucked wildly by my woman. Looking down, my body is covered in a sheet from the waist down, blocking the damn show. I rip it away and Shayla drops my cock with a pop.
“Good morning, handsome.” Her sultry, groggy morning voice makes my cock twitch.
“Baby, what are you doing? You need to be careful of your neck.” Her tongue swirls the tip and I cry out—yes, cry out. That shit feels amazing.
“I took my medicine, I’m fine, besides, I know you like it.” She swirls the tip again then swallows a few inches. I about come on the spot when she watches me the whole damn time.
“Damn, you’re sexy.” My words unleash her and she starts to take me in deeper. Inch by inch I watch me fill her mouth, stretching her plump lips deliciously. I’m a big guy, I don’t know how she does it, but fuck me, she does it good.
Her tongue lays flat against the back of my cock and with each up and down bob on my cock she rolls it.
“I’m gonna come.” It’s been maybe a minute and I can feel the build. I want to last longer but it’s impossible when all the focus is on me—her lips halfway around my cock, one hand stroking the length she can’t fit, and then her other hand squeezing my balls.
“Mmmhmmm,” she moans against me and the vibration has me squeezing the sheets roughly in my hand, doing their best to not grip her hair. I don’t want to hurt her. My head is thrown back and my abs tighten as she picks up the pace.
“Fuck, give me that pussy, baby.” She lets me go and looks at me, confused. I almost forget we haven’t done this before. Sure I have fingered her while she feasted on me, but never have I eaten her while she takes me.
“Bring that sexy ass over here and let me have you while you suck me off.” My words are harsh, but blowjobs are my fucking weakness, they make me come unhinged, literally and figuratively.
“Oh.” Now she gets it. Standing from the bed, she loses her shirt. I fist my hard cock and pump it slowly while my other hand reaches up and plays with her sexy tits while she makes work of losing the shorts. Her pink nipple peeks out between my fingers as I squeeze her lush, full breast in my hand. God, her hourglass figure, huge tits, and tight round ass have me begging for mercy, I’ve been with plenty of women, but none—none compare to mine.
Her shorts clear her body and there like my perfect fucking dream is her bare pussy. She goes to climb on the bed and I stop her. I want to admire her beautiful body.
“Stop. Let me look at you,” I growl, still moving my hand slowly up and down my shaft. She looks stunning, like something straight out of a dream where I created the perfect woman. Shayla is not a big girl, she has a tiny waist with the flattest stomach, her long lean legs, toned and tight, but with curves like a damn rolling sea, waves that rise and fall beautifully.
She hasn’t started to show as much as I would like, but she still looks…different. I take a second and see the bruises marring her beautiful skin, her neck purple with the prints of Gwen, and I do my best to not react. She hasn’t seen them yet and they’re more pronounced then last night. Her arms have some scattered ones, as do her legs, and I d
ecide that we aren’t going to do anything wild. I want to give her what I promised her—lazy, slow, and soft. I want to give her memories she will remember all day while we’re apart and I want to kiss her body back to its original state—untouched by anything or anyone but me.
“You look beautiful, Shayla Donovan, so damn beautiful,” I confess, my hand reaching out to travel over her skin. The tips of my fingers moving lazily from one hip to the other, then down the inside of her thigh, grazing past the outline of her womanly body.
“I feel beautiful when I’m with you. You make me feel like the only woman in the room.”
“You are the only woman in the room, everyone else I’m blind to but also jealous of. I wish no one else could look at you the way that I do.” I watch the cute blush dust across her cheeks and a small smile play on her swollen lips.
“You’re dangerously obsessed with me.”
“Dangerously isn’t even close.” With that, I find her hand and help her climb onto the bed, it’s a sight to see, Shayla is all mine for the taking and next week I will make her mine for life. We both mentally agree that we don’t want the dirty, forgoing 69 and heading straight into making love.
Moving to me, she straddles me without saying a word, just knowing what I want like she’s reading my mind. She sits on my stomach, her arousal coating me, turning me on. I sit up as much as I can and bring my lips to her stomach, kissing just under her belly button.
“Thank you for my family,” I tell her, gazing up at her hovering body.
“Thank you for giving me my family,” she retorts, scooting down and balancing herself on her shaking knees over my awaiting cock. I don’t want her to overdo herself, so I take her hips and help glide her down.
“Oh…” I moan when her wetness coats me, squeezing me like a vice.
“Yes, God yes, Trey!” I reach my hand up and cover her mouth.
“You have to be quiet for this, baby, we can’t wake anyone.” As much as I hate it, I need to silence my girl. Shayla and I are very vocal, loud lovers, so I know what kind of havoc we can ensue on everyone. Kingston and I just made up; I don’t need him barging in here and decking me in the fucking face.
“Sorry. I’ll try…uhh. I’ll try,” she says on the downward circle of her hips. I snap my head over to the door and make sure it’s locked. “I locked it before you woke up,” Shayla says above me.
“Good woman.” I use my legs and start slowly thrusting my hips up into her, my cock lazily sliding in and out, my hands reaching behind her to grab her ass. Shay starts to move faster and I release her ass, grabbing her hipbones.
“Slow, baby, let’s take it slow. Feel me.” The sun from the window across from the bed silhouettes her body, bursting around the outline of her body. Damn she looks like an angel. Her hair is so much longer, cascading down her back while she rocks against me.
“Tell me you love me,” I moan quietly, my toes curling as the sensation builds; she has me racing for the finish line.
“I love you, Trey.” I leave one hand plastered to her hip while the other reaches up and wipes the hair from her chest, moving it behind her so I can see her perfect tits bounce slightly with my upward thrust. Bracing her hands on my chest, I let her do some of the work, very little but enough to keep her satisfied. It turns her on to have some control.
“Oh.” Biting her lip, she shelters her moan, and my head moves back as she squeezes me tight on a downward fall.
“Fuck. I’m gonna come if you keep that shit up, baby.”
“That’s the point, baby, I want you to lose control,” the little minx admits, giving up her MO.
“You want me to lose control, but if I lose control with you, you may never be the same, baby, I will fuck you every which way, on every surface of this room.”
“Is that a threat? If so, abuse the hell out of my body. Show me how rough and bad you can be.”
“I wanted this shit slow, I want to worship you until you heal, then I’ll fuck you so damn hard, our honeymoon will be you nursing your body back to health.”
“Shit! Trey!” I feel her tighten on me, her orgasm coming fast, just by the sound of my words and the tortuously slow thrusts.
“Fucking hell, woman!” With that, I shoot up into her, coming hot and deep inside her tight pussy.
“Damn it, baby,” I breathe out. She giggles, leaning down and kissing my chest.
“Don’t worry, I don’t mind going again.” Her teasing gets her just that, I fuck her three more times before we finally leave bed to get ready.
“ARE YOU WORRIED ABOUT SEEING your father’s grave today,” Kathy asks next to me.
“Yes and no. I’m worried it’ll be a lot harder than I anticipated. I haven’t been strong enough until now to do it.”
“I’ll be right there with you, baby,” Kathy says, reaching over the middle console of my truck. Her hand wraps around mine and she squeezes, comforting me.
“Thanks, Mama, I know.”
Pulling up to the cemetery, I don’t make eyes at the area where his headstone is, at first. I take a second to breathe and collect myself.
“Want a minute alone?” Kathy questions. I debate it for a long minute. Enough people in my damn life have seen me a broken wreck. Eyeing her over, I decide I need her to be there with us, as a family, for the first time since we lost him.
“No, I want you with me.” A warm smile graces her lips.
“Of course. Let’s go.” Climbing out, we walk over to his headstone. Fresh flowers lay around it, telling me that Kathy has been here often to see him, making my gut turn with a tinge of guilt. I should’ve come here sooner, but I needed to do that on my own time, when I was ready.
“Pops. Dad. Hey.” I pause, talking to his headstone feels surprisingly good.
“I miss you, Dad.” Damn it, I want to stay strong.
I sit down in front of his headstone, Kathy takes a seat next to me, rubbing my shoulder as I talk. Kathy doesn’t know about the pregnancy, I wanted to tell both her and Pops at the same time.
“I have a ton of things to tell you. Some great news and some not so good news. Gwen came back, she played nice, told me she wanted to make everything between us right again. I was so vulnerable when you passed that I let her in, like no time passed at all. I feel stupid.”
“You’re not stupid, we talked about this, baby,” Kathy interrupts, squeezing my shoulder tight.
I give her a sideways smirk then go about my conversation. “Well, just when I thought we were rounding a corner, she lied, tried to come between Shayla and me. Nearly did if Shay and I didn’t have the bond that we do.”
There’s so much truth to that. Shayla and I have an extensive history. I feel like sometimes I know her in and out better than I even know myself and vice versa.
“It’s almost as if Shayla and I are living for each other, breathing in sync to keep each other alive.” Kathy is choking up, I can hear the small sniffs and deep, shaky breaths she takes in.
“I wanted to say I was hurt more when Gwen left again, but honestly, I didn’t. I didn’t feel sad that she left, I felt disappointed that she came back to try and destroy the one last great thing in my life. Kathy helped me realize that. I thought it was her that I was sad to lose, but really it was the thought that she tried to rid me of Shayla that killed me. I guess I’m here to tell you that I’m not holding onto that anymore. I’ve let go of Gwen and all the things she put you and I through. I have Shayla to thank for that—Kathy, too.”
I steal a quick look at Kathy and catch her smiling at my dad’s headstone, her hand is holding mine tightly on my thigh, squeezing and releasing any time one of her tears fall. I can’t imagine what she feels. The thought that one day Shayla may have to go on without me or me without her doesn’t just cause me sorrow, it riptides my heart, tugging it down with the weight of worlds. I could never live without Shayla.
Kathy has to spend every day mourning the loss of her best friend, her husband, her other half. I feel selfish sometim
es to know that while I miss my dad with every fucking fiber and pumping ounce of blood in my body, I have Shayla to bring me comfort and hope for a better tomorrow. My mom says she has me, but I’ve been hiding away for the past few months since my father’s passing. I haven’t even taken time to truly ask her how she is, ask if she is surviving it or just handling it.
“Mom, you sure you want to do this?” I ask, bringing her hand to my lips, kissing the back of it.
“Yes, baby, I want to be here, I’m happy, these are happy tears. I love seeing you open up to your dad. Brings me solace.” Such a strong woman to be able to sit here with me, a son she never planned but took me in like she needed. Sitting here for the first time with Pops, her lost love. I feel grateful to have been able to witness their love firsthand. I never realized, because I was so damn selfish and blind, how much love they showed me and in front of me.
All the ways I love Shayla are all the ways that they taught me. I was just too in denial to see it then.
“Hey, I have something to tell you both.” I pause, dropping her hand back to my knee. “Mom, Dad… Shayla and I aren’t just getting married.” I pause again, keeping my eyes locked in on Kathy. “We’re going to be a family. Shay’s pregnant…with twins.” Kathy’s mouth drops open, her eyes never blinking or moving from me. I give her a minute to soak in the information and wait for her to get her brain cells going again. I smirk when she blinks and shakes her head in disbelief.
“What?” I swear I feel an easy calm come over me when a light breeze passes and the crisp warm air glides across my skin. Pops is here, I can feel it.
“Yes, we’re pregnant, Shayla’s pregnant,” I expand.
“Oh my God! Son! That’s wonderful! I thought she couldn’t! Oh wow! I mean this is crazy exciting!” She wraps her arms around me, and I smile.
“So I take it you’re not upset with me? I mean, babies before marriage.” She pulls back and shakes her head.