Page 13 of Fischer's Catch

Fischer drops the toy on the bed next to me before sliding down my body. “I need to taste you,” he whispers and gently bites my clit before plunging his tongue inside my silky core.

Fischer alternates between sucking on my sensitive clit and thrusting his tongue into my wet center, and I almost lose my mind. I don’t even notice him picking up and turning on the vibrator. When he slides the toy deep into my pussy while sucking on my clit, I come again.

As Fischer crawls up my body, I feel his erection leaving a trail of wetness on my skin. Reaching between us, I wrap my hand around his dick and give him a little squeeze.

"Fuck, you’re going to make me come in your hand if you keep doing that," he groans as I slide my hand up and down his hard member. Fischer pulls from my grasp and drops the toy on the floor next to the bed.

While kissing me hard, he slowly eases into my tight opening and pauses. “Is this okay? With the baby? We won’t hurt either of you?” Fischer stares down, waiting for my response.

"Of course, it’s okay." I run my hands up his back, reassuring him. “But I’m going to hurt you if you don’t get moving.” I flex my hips, dragging his cock deeper into my pussy to demonstrate my point.

“Your wish is my command.” Fischer kisses the side of my neck while his hips pick up speed. Another spectacular orgasm crashes through me seconds before he thrusts erratically a few times and comes deep inside me.

Fischer drops onto the bed next to me and pulls me into his arms. “I fucking love you,” he whispers against the side of my neck before reaching between us to run his hand lightly over my tummy. “And I love this little guy, too.”

The next morning, we fly to Houston and spend a couple of nights in a big fancy hotel, calling it our honeymoon. Fischer apologizes for the short trip over and over again until I finally convince him that it’s perfect. After returning to Silver Spoon Falls, we start looking for a house in the country but still close to town. Unfortunately, we spend several weeks looking but don’t find any houses that meet our requirements.

We end up buying property on the outskirts of town close to the MC clubhouse and the Silver Spoon Ranch. One of Jude Despora’s MC brothers is an architect, and he agrees to design our house. We meet with Lynch Soracco, the architect, several times before we settle on the final design. It will take at least a year before we’re able to move into our new home but plan to stay in the apartment in the meantime. I’m a little bummed we won’t be able to move in before the baby comes, but I’ll get over it.

Over the first three months of my pregnancy, I’ve been experiencing slight morning sickness, but nothing horrible.

Then month four hits me hard. Really hard. I wake up every morning ready to puke, then spend the rest of the day rushing to the bathroom every five minutes.

Fischer overreacts and makes an emergency appointment with my doctor. Dr. Smith humors my frantic husband and recommends I cut back my work hours significantly.

“I can’t believe the two of you ganged up on me.” I glance over at Fischer as he drives us home.

“Believe it.” My husband lifts my hand to his mouth for a kiss. “I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you and our baby safe. Even bribe a doctor or two.”

“Did you really bribe him?” I can’t believe he would do that.

“Nope.” Fischer laughs. “But I would’ve if I had to.”

“Oh my God.” I roll my eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Please don’t be mad, little thief.” My husband turns serious. “I love you and I need to make sure you’re safe and healthy. It will kill me if anything ever happens to you.”

“Nothing is going to happen to me.” I blow out my breath and attempt to reassure him. “You’re stuck with me forever. You caught me, so now you get to keep me.”

“And I couldn’t be happier with my lucky catch.”

To make my overprotective husband happy, I cave under the pressure and agree to hire another employee and cut back my work hours.

Allie takes the news in stride since she’s so excited to become an aunt. Plus, she knows her brother is going insane over this pregnancy.

Luckily, the new puking phase of pregnancy only lasts for a little over a month. Just as quickly as the hell began, it ends.

I’m standing in the kitchen one morning, trying to decide what I want to eat. I finally choose my usual bowl of cereal and a banana. Hopefully, the baby will play nice and let me enjoy my favorite breakfast.

“Good morning, beautiful.” My husband strolls into the kitchen and wraps his arms around my rapidly expanding waist. “How are you feeling?”

“Not horrible.” I smile up at him. “I haven’t puked in over a week.” I hug him close. “It’s time to celebrate.”

“Every day with you is a celebration.”

EPILOGUE

MADDIE

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