Pleasingly Plump (Babes of Biggal Mountain Book 2)

by Elaria Ride

  Yes… that’s a sight I like to see.

  Finn’s hunched over, his chest rising and falling, his hands and thighs covered in his thick, white cum. He’s given everything to me… and I’ve made been the person who forced him into surrender.

  I smirk over at my boyfriend and rise up from my seat to grab a washcloth. At the very least, I can help him clean up. After all, there’s a time and a place for everything — and now, it’s time to help him.

  And, in our own fucked-up Finn and Marina way? I think we’ve finally, finally earned our chance to cuddle in a bed.

  Almost like we’re a normal couple, or something.

  A few hours later, I wake up, blinking my eyes against the early morning light. Finn’s fingertips are dancing across my breasts as he thrusts a renewed erection against my thigh, and I giggle a little in spite of myself.

  “Morning,” he mutters into my neck, and I’d love nothing more than to allow him to pound me into the mattress.

  But I do have other responsibilities to consider…

  I glance over at the clock to check the time, and I’m pleased to discover it’s only 6. Marco won’t be up for another hour, at least.

  Marco. Shit.

  The thought of my son, asleep in the next room, spurs me to ask Finn a question I’ve wanted to know the answer to since I’d first met him. It’s one I can’t ignore, not any longer — not with how serious things are becoming.

  And so I still his hand on my breast and turn to face him, trying my best to keep my sassy tendencies from getting in the way of asking a legitimate question.

  I clear my throat with warm smile. “Finn?” I ask softly, nuzzling against his chiseled chest.

  “Mm?” he replies, stifling a yawn.

  He looks adorably confused in his tired, lust-addled state. I take a deep breath, well aware that what I’m about to ask seems more intimate and personal than anything we’ve shared… and we’ve shared some pretty intimate things.

  “What’s the deal with you and kids?”

  The words leave me with an urgency I hadn’t anticipated, coming out both more quickly and more pressingly than I’d hoped for. I swallow. Great… I hadn’t meant to totally scare him off. Nice going, Marina…

  Luckily, though, Finn doesn’t look as offended as I’d be in his position. He just cocks his head and takes my hand, pressing a kiss to my knuckle. He must know this is a rather obvious question; the look on his face suggests he’d almost seen it coming in the first place.

  He’s silent for a few moments, and I allow him to collect his thoughts.

  “Well, truth be told,” he begins, glancing down at his hands. “I hadn’t given much thought to kids until a couple of years ago. But…” He trails off, and it’s almost like he’s steeling himself to continue.

  I bite my lip. I can’t believe I brought this up in the first place… it’s obviously causing him pain to describe it.

  Nevertheless, he clears his throat and continues. “I was with someone. Briefly,” he explains, shrugging.

  I take a deep stuttering breath, shocked at the stab of envy piercing my heart before I shake my head, disgusted. What the hell is wrong with me? It’s not like I haven’t been with other people, too…

  Finn sees the look on my face and gives me a gentle smile. “No need to worry,” he says, cupping my cheek. “It didn’t mean anything to either of us, not at the time. It was more of a friends-with-benefits thing, just someone I’d met in sommelier training.”

  Oh. Well, that’s a development I hadn’t expected.

  Curious, I prop myself up on my elbow and begin playing with the hairs on his chest.

  “Actually, she wasn’t even my type, not really,” Finn says, chuckling softly. “Not like you are, anyway. I hadn’t been kidding when I’d mentioned she was too skinny.” He gives me a wry grin, but his tactics aren’t going to work this time.

  I arch an eyebrow — nice try — and he just rolls his eyes.

  “Anyway,” he says, staring at the ceiling. “I was a dumb virgin, just messing around. You know how it goes.”

  I give him what I hope is a reassuring smile. Yeah. I know. I can tell he’s preparing for the grand finale — the part he’s dreading the most.

  Finn sighs. “She ended up getting pregnant. It wasn’t something we’d planned on, but I was happy. She didn’t want kids, so I don’t know why I thought it would work anyway.”

  He finally turns to face me, and for the first time, I recognize the sorrow hidden in the tawny depths of his eyes. My heart lurches; I think I know where this is going.

  He gives my hand a gentle squeeze. “She ended up losing the baby at 10 weeks. It just… it wasn’t meant to be.”

  I release a breath I hadn’t been aware I was holding. Shit. My head spins. This explains so much about him… all the comments Sylvie and Harrison had made, the way he adores and attends to Marco…

  Poor guy. I feel my eyes watering. He really would make an excellent father.

  “I’m sorry,” I whisper, leaning in to nuzzle his neck.

  He shrugs, but relaxes into my touch. “Honestly, it’s ok. Like I said, it wouldn’t have worked anyway. For starters, she’s bony.” He makes a face, and I can’t help the giggle that bubbles from my chest.

  “I’m still sorry, though,” I add softly, brushing some hair away from his ear. “About the baby.”

  He sighs again. “Yeah. And after that, I guess I just realized I do want kids. I tried the online thing for a second, but casual dating just wasn’t worth it for me, not after I figured out what I wanted. Besides, I can’t exactly specify a requested body type on my profile without coming across like a total weirdo.”

  I laugh. “Well, I guess it’s just lucky a fat girl with a kid landed in your lap, then!”

  His face splits into a grin I can hear rather than see.

  “Yeah,” he admits, swallowing. “You’ve been…something else. Something else entirely.”

  The first flutters of desire begin to stir, deep in my stomach. I know it’s incredibly early in our relationship to be thinking about any of this… but I can’t help but envision it. The white picket fence. The lifetime of love and dedication. The feeling of true intimacy with a person who both loves me (just the way I am), and is willing to be loved (just the way he is).

  Yes, I think as Finn trails kisses down my neck. I could certainly get used to this…

  His fingers part the valley of my thighs as his erection thrums against my leg. Even though our intimacy is rather new, I know it’s something that we will each cherish, something that we’ll both be willing to fight for.

  Of course, I know that we also have no idea what the future holds. I know that Finn and I don’t know each other terribly well. I know that we have a long way to go…

  But as he as gives me that trademark wink and begins to descend lower and lower down my body, I also know — beyond a shadow of a doubt — that I’m ready to spend the right of my life finding the answers to all of those questions.

  No matter what.

  Epilogue

  Marina

  I stand outside Finn’s office, my stomach filled with butterflies.

  It’s a little reminiscent of the first time I’d done this — when I’d waited outside his door my first day on the job, absolutely convinced that I’d be fired on the spot.

  I laugh a little, shaking my head. Nothing could have been further from the truth.

  Only six months have passed since that fateful day, but I already feel like I’ve known Finn for a lifetime. Things had progressed fairly quickly between us after Mike had so rudely interrupted us that night — almost as if they were meant to fall into place as gracefully as they had.

  Now, I can recognize that moving in with Mike had required me to ignore so many red flags, to deny all semblance of the logic that had resounded through my conscience. I’d been so insecure, so broken, that I’d allowed him to drown out the desires of both my head and my heart.

  And moving
in with Finn had required me to do something I’d never done before: To actually listen to what my head and heart with both trying to tell me.

  Through the course of our relationship, I’ve finally given myself permission to do something I’d never really done before…

  To let myself be happy.

  Once I’d recognized that being with Finn and Marco was the key to embracing a reality I’d never permitted myself to consider, I hadn’t hesitated to follow that happiness wherever it took me.

  As such, within a couple of weeks, I asked Finn to move in with us — and to say that he’d been excited by my offer would have been an understatement. We’d stayed in the apartment until I’d gotten out of my lease, and then we’d bought a home — actually bought a home! — close to the winery.

  Naturally, Finn had proposed to me almost as soon as we’d moved in, and being Finn, he’d done it in the most adorably soppy way imaginable. On Easter Sunday, he’d organized an egg hunt around our new home. I guess I’m a little slow on the uptake, because I hadn’t put together what was happening until Marco had stumbled upon a suspiciously ornate egg with brass hinges. Even then, it had taken opening the egg-shaped ring box and seeing Finn bending down on one knee to accept what I should have figured out long before.

  It’s unfathomable to me that I’d ever had reservations about Finn living with Marco — but I suppose a lifetime of dealing with scumbags might do that to you. After months spent in delirious bliss with someone who appreciates me for who I am, I can safely say that I’ve learned how to love myself… and how to be loved.

  Now, I realize that if anyone who considers a kid to be a relationship dealbreaker isn’t really ready for a relationship — at least, not with me. Finn’s adjusted to family life so fluidly that it’s almost like he’s always been there.

  Things with Mike have gotten better too, I suppose. At the request of Christina and me, he’d gone to counseling to deal with his control issues. We’d renegotiated some custody issues, but he still sees Marco. He also seems to have a better grip on the fact that I’m much happier with someone else than I ever could have been with him.

  Oh, and it seems that Christina is smarter than I gave her credit for, too; she’d taken birth control into her own hands from the very beginning. She’d texted me back a few days later to confirm that she had, in fact, found holes in the condoms in their apartment. The discovery had been off-putting, I’m sure — but thankfully, it hadn’t been life-changing.

  Nevertheless, pick-up and drop-off with Mike and Christina is a little awkward. She’s since been added to the approved babysitters list in our custody agreement, but I really prefer when Mike picks Marco up. I won’t deny that I take a little bit of pleasure watching Finn stare my ex-husband down with a single look.

  And if I thought I’d been attracted to Finn before (which I had been) it is nothing compared to how I feel watching him wipe noses and kiss boo-boos. Watching a man that strong and imposing transform into someone so nurturing is something that never fails to send a thrill through me.

  Needless to say, our sex life has never been better.

  I grin a little to myself, shuffling my feet.

  Yes. Our sex life. Which I suppose brings us to our current… predicament.

  If you can call it that.

  I clear my throat and knock on Finn’s door, although I hardly need to; even if I weren’t his fiancée, I’ve certainly become more established around here.

  “Yeah?” His voice is even and steady from behind the door.

  I snort a little to myself; that is about to change. I can’t imagine him remaining too stable after I tell him my little secret.

  I turn the knob and step inside. I’m not entirely sure how he’ll handle this, but I’m nonetheless filled with the sense that his reaction will be… memorable.

  I close the door behind me. Finn’s got a few glasses of wine on his desk, and his brow is furrowed in concentration as he takes notes on the flavor palate. I know this process well; he’s doing sample tastings, ensuring that his product is sufficient for our customers.

  What I have to share, though, is a little time-sensitive, so I clear my throat, preparing to say my piece.

  Finn glances up at me, and a grin spreads across his face. “Hey beautiful!” He rises to stand, but I dismiss that with a wave of my hand; I’d rather have him seated when I share this.

  I settle in the chair across from him, the same one I’d sat in so many months ago before I’d given him that lap dance. I blush a little at the thought. Oh, how far we’ve come…

  He chuckles, leaning back. “And what has you blushing like that? You haven’t been that color since I made you squirt on — ”

  “— Ok, ok,” I laugh, cutting him off. He’s made his point.

  However, even after several hours of turning the possibilities over in my head, I’m not really sure how to broach this. Instead I bite my lip, glancing down into my lap.

  A few beats of silence stretch between us, but Finn knows better than to push me. Instead, he tries to make things a little easier, just as he always does.

  He clears his throat and gestures in front of him. “Would you like some wine?”

  Oh.

  I feel my face flushing. But at least he gave me an opening.

  “No,” I start, playing with my nail beds. “I probably shouldn’t.”

  “Why not?”

  At this, I swallow and glance up at him. His eyes are warm and curious, just as they always are, and I silently plead with him to understand; words seem to be beyond me, right now.

  Luckily, though, I landed myself a good one. Finn stares at me for a few moments, continuing to give me one of those looks, the type that penetrates my soul, until realization washes over his face… and it clicks.

  “R-really?” he whispers, and his chest rises and falls rapidly, so rapidly I’m not sure he even knows he’s breathing that hard.

  “Yes,” I confirm, suddenly nervous…

  But like with most things, I needn’t have worried.

  I suddenly hear a choked, happy sort of laugh and the sounds of Finn rising from his seat. Before I know it, he’s wrapping me in his arms as he kneels in front of me on the carpet. He buries his face in the crook of my neck, and I can already feel the tears dripping down his face and into my curly hair.

  “So I guess this means you’re not mad?” I ask through a watery chuckle, lacing my arms around his neck. He laughs again and leans in for a kiss.

  “How could I be mad?” he whispers, incredulous. His eyes are streaming, tears clumping on sandy eyelashes. He grins again and presses me tighter against him.

  I giggle and kiss the top of his head as his hands drift down to my stomach, caressing the soft flesh that he loves so much.

  I stare down at him fondly — at my future husband, at the father of my baby — and think (not for the first time) that taking this job transfer was the best damn decision I ever made.

  “What are you thinking?” I smile and ruffle Finn’s hair.

  He peers up at me, tears streaming down his face, but he gives me a wry little smirk that betrays any sincerity he might’ve attempted.

  “I’m thinking,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my stomach. “That I’m very glad Mommy dropped that case of wine, after all.”

  THE END

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