Page 8 of Baby on Board

I’m so hard for Jade. I’m afraid I’ll hurt her if I plunge in the way my body insists. I need to get a handle on myself first.

She’s a goddess lying before me in her bare naked flesh. Her hips are round and lush, her thighs juicy and abundant, her breasts so plentiful and delicious I can’t get the feel of how well they fill my mouth out of my head. I grab her hips with both hands and settle myself between her legs, determined to take this slow and easy.

She has her eyes closed and her head thrown back, and if she looked any more provocative, I think I will blow my load before I even enter her. That’s the thing about Jade. She’s sexy as hell just being her, and she doesn’t even know it.

Slow, I press the head of my erection into her mound, gliding it long her juices until the tip is dripping wet before I push in further. She opens easily for me, and I sink into her soft and warm folds inch by inch, watching her body as I move. Before I know it, I’m balls deep in her, and she hasn’t made a sound. Her head is still back, her eyes still closed. Her lips are parted, and as I pull out and push in again with minimal speed, she moans my name.

I’ve got a grip on her hips, and I leverage myself, pulling out and pushing in, speeding up with each thrust until her head falls forward and her hands wrap around my wrists.

Fuck. Jade is riding me. She pulls herself down on me over and over until I don’t have to move at all. Her eyes are wild, and her breathing labored, and I worry about the baby, but nothing in the way she’s looking at me says she’s not enjoying the hell out of this.

I’m so close I’m about to fill her. I press my fingers into her skin and buck into her hard each time she pulls herself off my stick until she is moaning, and her eyes are rolling. It’s all I need to see to get the heat of release running up my cock, and one last thrust has me spilling into her.

I arch my back, giving her every last inch of me to grab ahold of to ride out her release before I fall with my elbows on either side of her. I’m too spent to open my eyes, but I do because Jade, with a sheen of sex sweat, is the most beautiful thing I’ve seen since she walked down the aisle this morning.

I roll over to my side and pull her naked body into my chest. One hand goes under her head and the other around our baby. “Worth the wait, Mrs. Landon,” I breathe into her hair.

She’s quiet for several seconds, and I begin to worry before she rolls her body to face mine and runs her finger along the outline of my jaw. “If I had known it was going to be that good, I would have made you marry me weeks ago.”

I pull her into my chest and lay there for I don’t know how long listening to her breathing until she fell asleep. She’s mine. Mind, body, and soul, and I’m the luckiest fucking guy on the planet for having her. I’m going to spend the rest of my life reminding her of that every damn day.

Even if it kills me, Jade will know how much I love her.

5

Jade

Istep into the apartment three weeks after my wedding day, thankful for the arm full of groceries I’m struggling to carry.

In the first few days of our marriage, Rafe didn’t like the idea of me leaving the apartment, ever, unless he was at my side. It took some convincing for him to see keeping a pregnant woman captive wasn’t a good idea. Now I take daily walks to the corner market for dinner items and enjoy making him something new each night.

Before having a man to cook for, I lived on street food and cheap heat and serve meals, but watching Rafe work so hard to provide for our upcoming child has me feeling homey, and I want to give something back to him.

Along with working nights six times a week, he’s also started taking over lunch hours, and when the bar isn’t busy, I’ve seen him moonlighting at the Irish pub several streets over. He hasn’t told me about the new gig, but one afternoon Scarlett stopped by, and we walked passed the pub on our way to lunch.

“That man is a keeper. If you don’t keep ahold of him, someone else will,” she told me, eyeing him in a black button-up and dark jeans waiting tables.

I’d order anything that man was selling. He’s not just hot as hell, and the sex is fantastic, but the connection I feel goes deeper than all of those things. He loves me. Real love. The kind that bends and frays but never entirely breaks or tears. I’m beginning to feel the same way about him, but I can’t help but to hold back. It’s been less than a month and we’re already playing house and family.

“It’s a new idea to me that someone could care so deeply for another that they’d change even their most ingrained habits.”

“Isn’t that what you’re about to do with Baby Landon?” Scarlett asked when we talked about Rafe over lunch.

I guess I am. That thought has had me on edge for days now. Things seem perfect between me and Rafe. He’s even taken me to look at larger apartments in the area with two bedrooms. None will be available before the baby is born, but it’s a good start. I’m happy. It’s been a long time since I could say that.

“You’re back,” I hear Rafe call from the far corner of the apartment. He installed a track on the ceiling last night, and now there is a pale yellow curtain hanging from it, blocking off the corner of the studio.

“I said I wouldn’t be gone long.” I haul the groceries onto the counter. He insists I don’t buy him beers on my trips, but what’s a girl who can’t drink to do if she can’t at least taste it on her man’s lips.

I put a few cans in the fridge along with the veggies and chicken breasts I bought and waddle over to where he is working. “What have you been doing in there all day?”

I’m about to pull the curtain back when Rafe emerges and blocks me with his body. His massive, shirtless, glistening with sweat, body. I swallow hard. The hormones are making me horny all of the time, or maybe it’s just Rafe. Either way, he doesn’t want me anywhere near his project, which makes me want to see it all the more. “You’re really going to make a pregnant woman wait?” I plead with my best cute baby voice.

Rafe has his hands on my hips and his mouth hovering over mine. “At least until after dinner. Where’s the recipe? I’ll cook this time.”

I begin to argue. I’ve wanted to make sweet basil chicken since I found the recipe online a few days ago, but my feet are tired, and my back muscles are tight. When Rafe sees me rub at my lower back before sitting on the couch, he scowls. “Massage tonight and early to bed,” he teases, knowing early to bed is his code for he’s going to want to fuck when he gets home from night shift at the bar tomorrow morning.

I’m okay with that. I’m fine with everything Rafe does except not letting me do any of the prep for baby Landon.

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