Page 246 of Overcast

“Always remember that,” she mutters over my lips. “Because I still have my knife, husband. And I remember how to use it.”

“That sounds kinda kinky.”

“Could be,” she replies. “But I need to keep you alive.” I press a kiss to her cheek then work my way down to the column to her neck.

“That would be ideal,” I mutter against her heated skin. “I’d like to celebrate at least our one year anniversary.”

“It’s not the only reason why,” she conveys, lacing her fingers into my hair. I lick the saltiness of her dancing her ass off with Emmy and wait for her to continue on with whatever she wants. “I think I’m pregnant.”

My head practically spins around like one of those haunted-ass dolls. Did she just fucking say—

“What?” I wrench my face from one of my many favorite spots of her body and study her face.

It’s then that I remember she never had a red solo cup in her hand tonight, just everyone else.

Stormi blinks at me, her face still flush from the heat outside and my working her into a state of aching for me to shove myself deep inside her. When she doesn’t respond, I replay her words in my head.

I barely drank tonight.

Shit, I hardly ate because I was too busy eye-fucking my wife and planning out our future.

“Say that...one more time,” I hedge, feeling the unease pronounced off every syllable.

“Might,” she immediately comes back with. “I think. I’m not—”

“We need a stick thing,” I quickly voice. “To see if you are. We need to plan out—”

“Marty,” she says softly. “I want your stick thing right now. It’s pressed up so nicely against—”

“We might be having a baby. Holy fuck.”

“Are you upset?” I roll off her, lying on my back to let the words she just spoke stop bouncing everywhere.

I need them to sink in.

I need to protect her and the baby.

I need to go to the store and buy a crib and a wheel thing that plays music and spins around.

Stormi moves, sliding off the bed, and my eyes follow her before I recant, “I’m not upset.”

She hums, not fully bought on the idea. I’m not upset, I’m fucking scared shitless. I just became a husband, and I don’t even know if I can do that right yet. Being a father is a whole other ballgame. It makes me recall how my dad was. How kind and involved he was in our lives.

I can do that.

I’d love the shit out of our child.

I can work and be the best father alive. I’d give it anything it wanted. I can provide a life for both Stormi and our baby. I just have to—

Weight makes the bed dip down, and Stormi straddles me, completely fucking naked as she grasps my cock and positions it over her wetness.

“I’ve had some time to ponder on it,” she says. “So while you’re thinking—” She slides torturously slow down my length, snapping my eyes closed. “—I’m going to come.”

Fuck.

My hands grip her waist as she begins to bounce, her tits following her movements, and I watch this beautiful woman that I’ve claimed as mine, ride my dick like she owns it.

Yeah, we’re going to share that control tonight.

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