Tainted Gold: Providence Gold Series Book Three

by Moore, Mary B.

  “Shit,” she whispered, swallowing loud enough for me to hear. “I… I also thought about how it stretches me to the point where it almost burns…” she broke off as I ran my beard down her center, not giving one shit that it was getting wet.

  “Did you think about anything else?” I asked, leaning in now and taking her clit between my lips, sucking gently.

  Throughout it all, I kept my thumb in place against her g-spot, not moving it at all. The pressure as I pressed upwards, along with the attention I was giving her clit now, was enough to have her racing toward the finish line. If I timed it right, I could…

  “I want to suck on it.”

  Six words brought me to a standstill. I was pretty sure my heart even stopped hearing those. I wanted her to do that, and I wanted it badly.

  Rearing up on my knees with my thumb still in place, I looked down at her. Her cheeks were pink, the color continuing down to her chest where her beautiful tits were screaming for attention. Looking back up, I saw her watching me, her eyes flicking down to my cock and then back up again.

  When she licked her lips, I was a goner.

  Not saying a word, I slowly removed my thumb from her, lifting it up to my mouth to clean it. The taste of her, something that I was an asshole for depriving myself of while I was in my previous position, filled my mouth making me groan.

  That’s when an idea hit me – we could have the best of both worlds.

  Sliding over to the side of the bed, I ignored her groan of frustration as I stood up. Then, gently holding her just under her shoulders, I moved her around so she was now lying sideways across the bed, and climbed on it so that I was at the top of her head. A grin split her face when she realized what I was going to do, and she lifted her hands to rub the backs of them up my stomach.

  Still not saying a word, I leaned down and gave her a kiss. Kissing upside down was a myth – it was impossible, something which we quickly discovered. My nose was rubbing under her chin and her nose was rubbing against my lower lip and it was just weird.

  Lifting my head, I angled it so I could see her eyes shining up at me as she tried not to laugh. “The movies lied,” I complained, grinning back at her.

  “That was hilarious!” she snorted, reaching back up and trying to hold my face. Yet another thing they lie about because she ended up poking me up a nostril, lifting my upper lip and almost getting my eye as she did it. “Holy shit, this is awkward as hell.”

  “I’ll move then,” I murmured, doing just that and kissing my way from her chin down her neck.

  On my journey, I stopped to give a small kiss to both nipples, loving again the changes that the pregnancy was making to her body. She’d been a perfect handful for my big hands before it if memory served me right, but now? I wasn’t a breast man, I didn’t want to narrow down a woman’s appeal to just that one thing, but I absolutely adored Lily’s.

  Kissing further down her body, I stopped and pecked small kisses over the bump our son was making, hoping again that he was clueless over what I was about to do his mom. Just as I was reaching down to give it a final kiss, she moved her hands and wrapped one around my cock, and the other gently around my balls like she was afraid they’d break.

  Moving so that my head was now over her pussy, I shifted and braced my body on my left arm, pushing my right hand under her thigh so that I could pull her legs further apart.

  “Bend your legs and put your feet flat on the bed, baby.” When she did just that, I lifted my hand and tapped her thigh to show what she needed to do next. With her bump under my chest this wouldn’t be easy, but I was going to make it work.

  Every single thought and plan in my head disappeared when I saw how wet she was, at the same time as she engulfed the tip of my cock in her mouth. Now it was me groaning and being driven out of their mind.

  She took me deeper on the next pass and that was it. Moving quickly, I used the index and ring fingers of my right hand and pulled her lips further apart, revealing even more of her. Just as I pushed my middle finger into her, I swooped down and opened my lips over her clit. From the angle I was at, I could do with my middle finger what I’d been doing with my thumb and focus on that rough patch of nerves inside her. Doing just that, I pressed my tongue against the side of her clit and started to suck hard.

  Every time I sucked, she’d do the same on me, so I released her nub and flicked it as a warning. I was going to come if she kept doing that and I wanted to be inside her again when I did. Unfortunately, she was still playing me at my own game, so she flicked her tongue over the head of my cock, stiffening it over that little bit of skin that drives men out of their minds.

  Shifting my index finger, I pushed it into her, joining it with my middle finger. Bending them, I began to rub with more pressure and speed against the ridged patch, not losing contact with it for a second. It took every bit of control and willpower, but I managed to pull my cock out of her mouth just as I sucked hard and rubbed my tongue along the side of her clit, pushing her over the edge. I wish I could have seen her, but instead I heard her husky cry, felt her breath on my wet tip and felt her pulsing around me.

  It was heaven, and it was hell.

  Making sure I didn’t knee her in the jaw, I moved carefully and quickly so that I was in between her legs, angled my cock downwards and thrust into her. Immediately I felt the wet heat and felt her tightness almost strangling me. There were also the residual spasms of her orgasm as I pushed deeper into her, making me groan.

  I needed more though.

  Lifting the fingers that had just been inside her, I sucked on them as I withdrew slowly, and then thrust back into her. With each thrust in, she’d tighten her legs and pull me harder into. At the back of my mind I worried about the baby, but I lost focus when she screamed at me to go harder.

  Speeding up and increasing the force behind my thrusts, I let my body drop over her, catching myself on my fists in the mattress either side of her head. She kept her legs wrapped tightly around my ass the whole time like she was afraid I was going to stop. This meant that with my shift of position, the angle of my cock into her changed too, rubbing against the upper wall of her pussy like my fingers had just been doing.

  I felt the tingles of my own impending orgasm at the same time as she started to tighten around me again. On the next thrust into her, she shattered around me, orbiting me into a climax that felt like it came from my toes.

  I had a brief thought just then that if she hadn’t already been pregnant, she would have been after that.

  She was though, and you couldn’t get someone pregnant twice. But I didn’t just want one child with her, I wanted everything with her, because she was everything to me.

  I still had a niggling worry about Chris that wouldn’t go away, but with her wrapped around me, I pushed it to the back of my mind and focused back on the soft and slow glide to the end.

  Fifteen

  Lily

  Four weeks later…

  Time flies when you’re baking a bun. Actually, it doesn’t, being pregnant takes forever. Then, you hit a certain stage and you think ‘whoa, that was fast’. It’s a strange phenomenon, but I was enjoying it all now.

  My belly was getting bigger, and I’d had to extend the little elastic doohickey on the side of my pants by two holes already. They should make all clothes with that on them. Ate a Thanksgiving dinner? Extend it by one. Skipped breakfast because you were in a hurry? Reduce it by one. It was a genius idea that they needed to make more use of. Unfortunately, there was no reducing my stomach just now. I had a tiny human being inside me who was making a bump three times its size. At this stage of the pregnancy I didn’t need to eat a huge dinner for it to grow because even drinking water made it grow by a million inches. Then again, drinking water made my bladder fill up which obviously meant peeing, and thinking of doing that made me need to go too.

  “I need to pee,” I announced to Tate who was driving us back to where all the Townsends were waiting for us.

  To
day was our gender reveal party, and he’d insisted on taking me out for the day – which ended up with us hitting the baby store. We’d ordered the crib, the changing table and pretty much any piece of furniture for the room that Tate had liked. My job was the color of the walls (picking the paint, not applying it), the curtains, a rug, bedding and stuff like that.

  “You’ll have to hold it in.”

  Sighing, I pulled the belt away from the lower region of my stomach, hoping it would make it easier. Newsflash – it didn’t, I had to pee now.

  “Pull over,” I sputtered, reaching for my door with one hand, and my belt with the other.

  “I can’t, there’s nowhere to…”

  “Pull over or I’m gonna pee on your chair, and every time you get in the car…”

  Reaching for my hand to keep me from jumping out before we’d rolled to a stop, he maneuvered us over to the side of the road. “Jesus Christ, go!”

  Maybe a normal woman who was twenty-one weeks pregnant could pull the squat and pee thing, but this woman was carrying a heifer so it wasn’t as easy. Pushing down my panties, I tried to kick them up in the air with my right foot and catch them, but they were too hooked around it. By the time I managed to actually do it, I had to lift my dress, spread my legs as far apart as I could, and just go. No squatting, no muss, no dignity, just sweet bliss as Lake Erie left my body.

  The mental image of what I must look like made me laugh at the same time.

  “What’s so funny?” Tate yelled from his side of the car.

  From the way he’d pulled in, I’d been able to keep some dignity thanks to there being a bush on one side of me, and my side of the vehicle on the other. Then again, was there any dignity when you had to kick your underwear repeatedly up at your face, and then squat like a sumo wrestler to pee at the side of the road?

  “Do I look like a sumo?” I yelled back, belatedly realizing that I’d invited him to watch me pee. “No, no, forget I said anything.”

  “Yeah, you look like you’re about to launch at the other guy,” he muttered from right behind me, scaring the shit out of me.

  If he’d come out ten seconds earlier, there would have been no way to recover any of the shreds of dignity I had now. He would have seen me midstream, probably sending a Morse code signal with the effect laughing while you peed had on the flow. Thankfully, I’d reached the bottom of my bladder, which left me with a new problem.

  “Do you have any napkins?”

  “Napkins? Why?”

  “I need to wipe.”

  Why didn’t men know this? Oh, because they got to just shake the snake and walk away. Or, they stood ten feet away from the toilet like they did in The Bar and hoped for the best. It was so bad that I’d put a sign over the urinals and in each cubicle which read: Players with short bats, please stand closer to the plate. It was in the shape of a baseball plate too, which added to its cuteness. But seriously though, those ‘bats’ weren’t as big as they thought!

  Did they take the hint? Did they hell.

  Just then, a handful of napkins was shoved under my nose, and then he thankfully walked away again. Cleaning up, I looked for a place to put them, and ended up having to shove them in the bush beside me. It bugged me because gross and trash on the road, but there was nowhere else to put them.

  Climbing back in, I smiled gratefully at Tate when he handed me a wet wipe for my hands.

  Men, they just didn’t realize how easy they had it.

  * * *

  “So, have you had any weird cravings?” Tate’s grandmother Linda asked me. We were all at his parent’s house waiting for the big reveal.

  “Not really,” I shrugged, and I hadn’t. Twizzlers, the standard pickles, milkshakes, root beer and candy, that was it. The fact that I was mixing them all together was neither here nor there.

  “I had terrible cravings when I was pregnant with Lilith,” Mom told us, rubbing my stomach like she did every time she passed me. It was the total opposite of what Dad did which was to look at it like I was carrying an alien, and then glare at Tate. “Yes, I wanted bread dipped in milk, pickle splits, a certain sauce that shall not be named,” she gave me a quick look as she said that. “I even licked a bar of soap because it smelled so good.”

  “What the hell is a pickle split?” Tate’s sister Ariana asked.

  “Well, it’s like a banana split, but with pickles…”

  Turning around, I made my way quickly over to the open door, breathing in the fresh air. We weren’t allowed to go into the living room yet because Hurst was setting something up inside it, and we weren’t to go near the front of the house either because something else was going on there, so the back it was. While we’d been out, someone had gone and gotten King Ferdinand and Bojangles, and they were in their enclosures in Tate’s parent’s garden which both had pink and blue balloons stuck all over them.

  At that moment, Ozzy and Chewy were running around it along with the family’s other dogs, all with pink and blue ribbons wrapped around their collars. This family went all out for everything.

  I was busy watching them when a pair of arms wrapped around me from behind. “How you feeling, mama?”

  “Bell, Tate, bell!” I warned, something which I seemed to say to him at least twice a day. The guy was like a kitten ninja.

  Chuckling against my back, he shifted so that he could rest his head on top of mine. “How’s my boy doing?”

  “Your daughter is doing just fine,” I assured him, putting my hand over the one he was using to rub my bump.

  “Don’t even kid about that, baby. The world wouldn’t survive two of you squatting like a Sumo to pee on the r…”

  Spinning around, I slapped my hand over his mouth and looked to make sure no one was near us. “Shh, not everyone has to know. Your child is the size of a baby cow, Tate, and my bladder is apparently the size of a pea. It’s a match made in hell.”

  When he mumbled something behind my hand, I lifted it and bent closer, hoping he’d whisper it. Nope, not Tate. “Did you wash your hands with soap and water when we got here?”

  “What’s that?” Hurst and Levi asked as they walked up to us. “Did you get something on your hands?”

  Sighing, I dropped my head back and waited for the inevitable. There was no way the big shit wouldn’t tell them this story. Turns out I was wrong, well at least with exactly when he told them.

  Tate

  It was killing me not knowing what the scan said we were having. Yes, it was a baby. No, it didn’t have hairy ears and a tail. Yes, they’d counted and there were ten toes and ten fingers. And the best news was, everything looked healthy and perfect. The Mayans and Chinese couldn’t both be wrong, but having picture proof was like having a screenshot from something on social media – it was everlasting, and proved everything.

  I wanted to know, badly!

  We’d gone yesterday for the scan to find out the sex of the baby. We hadn’t been able to get it done at our normal OB/GYN because the two women who did the scans were off sick with a stomach bug when we’d originally had our appointment. One of them had ended up in hospital, and the other one wasn’t allowed back for another week in case it was contagious. Why would they say that? Oh, because half of the damned staff had contracted it. This meant they were crazy understaffed.

  So, we’d gotten an appointment for the scan at a place an hour away. The piece of paper they’d given us to pass onto Lily’s OB/GYN had been given to the woman who was baking the gender reveal cake and coordinating the other shit for it, and she’d put it inside the pinata we’d ordered for safe keeping. As soon as we opened it, we’d pick it up, and I’d hand it in on my way to a meeting I had tomorrow. It was all sorted and ready to go.

  We’d decided not to find out using the color of the sponge in the cake, and instead we were putting it all into the pinata. Soon we’d either see pink or blue floating down to the floor as it split open… what was I saying? It was going to be blue, just blue, but I humored Lily when we’d chosen
the shade of pink if it was a girl.

  Turning up and seeing my grandparents here had been the best surprise anyone could have given me for the biggest moment of my life to date. I’d known they were getting some stuff for the party, but no one had said they were going to be here. Sure, he was still somewhat salty after we’d paid him back for scaring us a few months back by holding a funeral when he couldn’t talk to us, but he was coming around. None of us held him not realizing someone had drugged us against him, and we’d let him know that. All the blame for it went to Mandy and whoever she’d blackmailed to help her out.

  So saying I was happy that they were here for something so huge and important to me, was an understatement. At least, that’s what I thought until I saw what they’d done.

  Holding onto Lily’s hand, we slowly approached the table, our eyes on the cake trying to figure out what the hell it was. It wasn’t until we walked around to the other side of the long table that we saw it all, and trust me – there was no unseeing it. The cake was in the shape of a pair of spread legs, and in the middle of them was a big vagina hole with the top of a fucking baby’s head poking out of it. I wasn’t sure who was staring at who – the baby’s wide and crossed blue eyes felt like they could see into my soul, which was screaming by that stage.

  As if that wasn’t bad enough, there was pubic hair around it. Not real hair, obviously, but someone had actually taken the time to get fondant icing into fine strands, and had then stuck them around it. Once you saw it, there was just no unseeing it. Ever!

  It was at that moment I realized he was getting us back, and he’d be doing it one by one. My heart sank into my asshole at the realization.

  Desperate to avoid looking at the cake any longer, I lifted my eyes and saw the posters stuck along the wall. Levi had been in charge of them and the banner that announced it was our gender reveal. I didn’t know people did things like that, or even had party’s announcing it if I was honest, but apparently it was the done thing according to him.