Stumbled into Love

by L. P. Maxa

  I pulled all the way out, then hammered back into her. “Is this what you wanted, baby?” She nodded again, whimpering and bending farther at the waist. “You want me to fuck you?” Softly, she whispered my name, making my spine start to tingle. “Fuck, baby, I’ll never get used to how fucking good you feel wrapped around my dick like this.” My head fell back and I let go, giving in to the way her pussy felt fisting my cock. “Come for me, Hollie.” My hold on her hips tightened. “Make me come, Hollie.”

  She cried out my name as she shattered around me, her legs buckling. I held her in place, riding out her orgasm while she ripped mine from my body.

  When we had calmed down, I pulled out and then cleaned her up. “I’m so glad I knocked you up.” The way she felt bare was intoxicating, and so was seeing my come run down the inside of her thigh. “We’re never using condoms again.”

  She wound her arms around my neck, kissing my lips and resting most of her weight on me. “You have nine months to slip inside me exactly like that.” She popped my cheek lightly. “And then, it’s back to latex land for you, babe.”

  I tugged playfully on the ends of her beautiful blonde hair. I hoped we had a daughter who would look like her: big blue eyes and light silky hair. “Married people don’t wear condoms. Isn’t that the whole point of getting hitched?” I grinned, letting her know I was kidding.

  “I love you.”

  I nipped at her perfect jawline. “I love you, Hollie.” I rested my forehead against hers, looking down her hot-as-fuck body in that red dress. I put my hands on her stomach, fighting the urge to tear up again. “Baby.”

  Chapter Forty-One

  Brice

  Six Months later

  Hollie was seven months pregnant, and she was as sexy as ever. I couldn’t get enough of her. I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to. But at the moment, she was being a little difficult.

  “Baby, you can’t go back to work.” I pushed on her shoulders, making her sit down on our new couch in our new living room. After I told her why I wanted to buy a new sofa, she made me take the old one outside and burn it the same way I had the guest room mattress. “You’re on bed rest.”

  “No, I’m on restricted movement.” She tried to stand back up, so I switch up my method of attack and dragged her down onto my lap. “Which means I need to take it easy, not stop working.”

  We’d had a doctor’s appointment that morning and what we thought was a normal amount of Braxton-Hicks contractions was, in fact, not normal. Our doctor told Hollie she was on her feet too much and needed to spend more time relaxing.

  “You work ten-hour days, five days a week. It’s too much.” I sat her beside me and pulled her feet into my lap.

  “Are you really trying to tell me I work too much?” She pointed to my open laptop on the coffee table. “You were working in the waiting room before my dang appointment.”

  “I’m not growing our baby.”

  “No, you’re not.” She went to get up again and I locked my hands around her ankles.

  “That’s it.” I reached forward, grabbing my cell off the table. “If you won’t listen to me, maybe you’ll listen to someone else.”

  I dialed my best friend, and her boss.

  “What’s up, fucker?” Dec was on speaker.

  Hollie rolled her eyes. “You’d think with all the small children around, you two would clean up your language.”

  “Hollie and I had a doctor’s appointment this morning.” I held my cell to the side, so she could hear him well.

  “I know, it was on the family calendar. How’d it go?”

  My mother had insisted on a shared family calendar once she found out Hollie was pregnant. She said there were too many appointments and milestones and she didn’t want to miss anything.

  “The doctor said Hollie is working too much, it’s putting stress on her body and causing too many contractions for this stage of her pregnancy.”

  Hollie grabbed my cell and took it off speaker. “I need to work fewer hours, not stop working completely. She never said the words ‘bed rest.’ I even have a note to prove it.”

  I stole my cell and put it back on speaker. “We all know that if I let Hollie go up to Cueva, she’s not going to take it easy. She’s going to stay on her feet and work more hours than she’s supposed to. Not to mention all the time she spends on the road, going between both locations.”

  “Hire me a fucking driver then.” She threw her hands in the air like she was annoyed beyond belief.

  “Holland, you’re suspended.”

  “What?” she screeched, making me drop my phone in order to cover my ears. “What the hell for?”

  “Fucking Brice. It’s against company policy.” He was using his serious work tone, but I could tell he was trying real hard not to laugh. “You can come back in, oh let’s say, six months.”

  “You two suck.” She hung up on Declan and then threw my phone into my lap, aiming for my dick but missing by mere centimeters.

  “We love you, and we don’t want anything to happen to you or the baby.” I put one of her feet on the floor, climbing up her body and hovering over her ever-growing belly. “Let me take care of you.” I dipped down, kissing her lips while I slid my hand into the front of her maternity jeans.

  She arched up into my hand, putting her mouth by my ear. “You want to take care of me?”

  I nipped at her neck, groaning when her palm came up to stroke my cock through my jeans. “Yeah, I really, really fucking do.”

  Her hand tightened on my package and she bit the shell of my ear. “Then order me some Indian food while I go for a swim in the pool.” She pushed at my chest, getting to her feet and waddling away.

  Epilogue

  Brice

  Two years later

  We were in the backyard, kids splashing in the pool and burgers on the grill. Cassie was pregnant with baby number three and I was trying to convince Hollie it was time to start working on number two. Before long, the children in this family would outnumber the adults, and I couldn’t wait.

  Being a dad was better than I could have ever imagined. Declan had been right. The day our daughter was born was the happiest moment of my life. I’d cried for like two hours straight and stayed up for three days watching her little chest move while she slept.

  We’d gotten married a week before Mackenzie was born, at the courthouse, much to my mother’s dismay. Of course she’d wanted us to have a big June wedding with all the flowers and custom cocktails my father could afford. But Hollie and I snuck off one afternoon in the middle of the week. The wedding didn’t matter to either of us. Nothing mattered except the family we were creating. We’d gone to Dragonfly afterward, dancing until Hollie was tired. Then we’d gotten a room and stayed for the weekend, and we barely came up for air.

  Seven days later, we had our baby girl.

  Mackenize Hope Huntington.

  We called her Mack for short and it suited her. She was spunky like her mother and charming like me. The kid was going to take over the world one day. I had no doubt.

  “Uncle Decky.” Mack came running when Declan stepped onto the patio holding their daughter Ava in one hand and a beer in the other. He sat his kid down and picked up mine.

  “What’s up, sweetheart?”

  “Can I have a cookie?” She blinked her big blue eyes at him, clasping her tiny hands in front of her.

  “Of course.” He sat her down and then went back in the house, reemerging with a chocolate chip cookie the size of her face.

  I snorted. “Give her all the cookies you want, she’s staying at your house tonight.”

  After Mack and Ava were born, Cassie and Dec decided to move back to Dallas. They wanted all the kids to grow up together. So they’d bought the house down the street. We were domestic AF, but it wasn’t as constricting as I’d always thought it would be.

  “I’m never going to forgive you for teaching your child to call me Decky.” He took a sip of his beer. “We both know when she sa
ys it, it sounds like Dicky.” He sighed, taking the spatula from my hand and flipping the burgers. “You’re an asshole.”

  “Yeah well, you’re the reason her second and third words were dick and wad.” I sat down, more than happy to let him finish dinner. “So, really, I did you a favor by convincing Hollie that Mack was trying to say Dec and not dick.”

  Declan had been my friend for as long as I could remember. We’d experienced so much together, going through life side by side. Then he’d knocked up my sister, and I’d wanted to kill him for a brief moment. When he and Cassie had finally found each other again, I had to trick the fucker into marrying her. But, if not for him, I never would have met Hollie. Which meant I wouldn’t have Mack. So, if my oldest buddy turned brother-in-law accidentally taught my sweet daughter cuss words, I’d have his back.

  “You convince her to have another kid yet?”

  I sighed, pursing my lips. “No. She said things are hectic at work right now because you guys are opening that new location in Austin.”

  Hollie had gone back to Cueva three months after Mack was born. We tried to hire a nanny, but my mother had flipped her shit. She came to the house three days a week to watch her granddaughter. Hollie worked from home one day a week, and so did I. Our little princess would start school one day, but for now she was busy being spoiled beyond belief.

  Declan looked across the yard to where Hollie was sitting in the pool talking to my sister. “Holland.” Her head jerked over to us. “You still banging Brice?”

  She narrowed her eyes, glancing at all the kids who would no doubt be repeating that word. “Yes.”

  He nodded. “You’re suspended.”

  “You can’t be serious.”

  “You can come back after you let him knock you up.” He went back to flipping burgers without a care in the world.

  “Dec, that’s ridiculous.” Hollie was standing now, looking like she wanted to stomp over here and rip off his balls.

  “We’re having a boy.” He took a sip of his beer. “And he’s going to need someone who will tell him when he’s being a dumb ass, and to yell at him when he falls out of trees. And to punch him in the face when he tries to kiss Mack.” He winked at her and then tapped his beer against mine. “He needs a best friend.”

  Hollie came across the yard and grabbed my arm, dragging me into the house while sneering at Dec over her shoulder.

  “Oh, awesome, are we going to start trying right now?” I went for the zipper on my swim trunks but Hollie’s steely gaze made me pause. “What?”

  “You can’t run to Dec every time I won’t do what you want me to.” Her arms were crossed, hiding how amazing her breasts looked in her bikini top. They’d grown larger after Mack, which was more than fine by me.

  “I didn’t run to Dec. He asked if we were trying for another kid and I told him you weren’t ready because things are hectic at Cueva.” I smiled sweetly, trying to win my way back into her good graces and her bikini bottoms.

  Cueva really couldn’t run without Hollie. Dec had been right. After she’d had to be out for six months for maternity leave, Dec had given her another promotion and a raise because he had been so happy she was back. “He’s right though. We need to make a little boy this time.”

  I loved the idea of our kids growing up together. I wanted them to get in trouble and have each other’s backs. I wanted them to be family. I wanted them to have memories that spanned decades. Like Declan, Cassie, and I had.

  “Well, I can’t promise this one is a boy.”

  Wait. “What?”

  She grinned, wrapping her arms around my neck, coming up on her tiptoes to whisper against my ear. “You did it again. Condoms are no match for that sperm of yours, Mr. Huntington.”

  I pulled back, my smile so big I was afraid it was going to crack my face in half. “Are you serious?”

  She nodded, sighing like she was annoyed with me. “Yep. Did the test thing this morning.” She grinned, biting at her lower lip. “That’s why I arranged for Mack to stay the night with her cousins. I was going to tell you.”

  “But then Dec got all bossy and ruined my surprise.”

  She laughed lightly. “You tattled to your best friend, you ruined your surprise all by yourself.”

  “You should make it up to me.” I ran my hands down her back, cupping her ass and lifting her into my arms.

  She wrapped her legs around my waist. “You think so?”

  I nodded, making my way to our bedroom. “I do.” I kicked the door shut, throwing the lock in place because, you know, toddlers don’t knock. “I love you, Hollie baby.”

  I laid her down on our bed, leaning over her body and kissing her sweet lips. I rolled us over, slapping her ass playfully. “Now, ride my dick.”

  PLAYLIST

  Brain Stew by Green Day

  Hey Jealousy by Gin Blossoms

  The Scientist by Cold Play

  Don’t Look Back in Anger by Oasis

  December by Collective Soul

  Got You by The Flys

  High and Dry by Radio Head

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  L.P. lives in Austin, Texas with her husband, daughter, three rescue dogs, and one adopted cat. The chickens met with a sad and unexpected death. The dwarf goats are a story for another day. Writer, business owner and office manager, L.P. says she loves to read as much as she loves to write. Reading a good book is her reward after writing one. In her spare time—ha!—she fosters puppies for a rescue organization based in Austin.

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