Page 41 of Biker's Baby

I wrapped my arms around his neck, letting the towel fall away from my body. I knew I’d changed physically with the pregnancy, but I had taken care of myself since giving birth and I had lost the weight. I still had the stretch marks from the pregnancy, and my body wasn’t nearly as tight as it once was.

But Abe didn’t seem to even notice. Or maybe it was the new imperfections in my body that made him even more turned on than he had been before.

“Goddamn,” he whispered once he saw my naked body. His hands were on me in an instant, exploring every part of me as though this was the first time he and I had ever slept together.

And I was doing the same thing.

I tore at his clothing, pulling off his shirt as I laid back on the couch and let him climb over the top of me. His body was everything I’d remembered and even more. He was more muscular now than he was a couple years ago. His tight chest morphed into six pack abs down his torso.

I pushed at his pants with my feet, prompting him to remove them, freeing his large, rock-hard cock in the process. He had a trail of hair running from his stomach down to his dick. It was dark and thick and made me think of just how manly he was.

His hands were on my breasts in an instant. He nibbled at my nipples with his teeth, sending waves running through me. Goosebumps rose along my arms and legs, and the hair on the back of my neck stood tall. He continued to tease me with his teeth, kissing me lightly in between as he made his way back up to my mouth.

I moaned when our lips met once more. Our tongues danced around in each other’s mouths, and I let another moan escape me as he put his hand between my legs. I was already wet with anticipation, begging him to be inside me. It was impossible for me to be around Abe without being aroused, but seeing him naked, feeling his body on top of mine was more than I could handle.

I spread my legs as he eased himself down, teasing my clit with his thumb as he continued to kiss me. I bit his lower lip, pulling back as far as I dared to turn him on even more. He growled with anticipation, taking his hard cock in his hand and running the length of it between the lips of my pussy.

He knew he was teasing me as much as I had been teasing him, and I was about ready to beg him to enter me. I could hardly stand how much he was turning me on, and I wanted more than anything to feel him spreading the inside of me wide open once again.

Then, all at once, he pushed into me. He kept going until he couldn’t get into me further than he already had. His cock was buried into my pussy as far as he could go, and he held himself there. He spread me open from deep inside my core, and I gasped.

Then, he withdrew.

Only to thrust himself inside me again.

I let out another soft moan as he settled into a rhythm. He was moving over the top of me with a confidence that I remembered well, and I slid on the couch beneath him in the same swift motion. I could move with him easily with how wet I’d become, his body gliding smoothly over the top of my fresh, clean skin.

I knew I had to keep my voice down. Tristan was in the other room asleep, and I didn’t want him to wake up while we were in the middle of making love to each other. But, with each thrust Abe was pushing me closer to climax, and it was getting harder to keep my voice down.

“You’re going to make me cum,” I gasped. “Oh, Abe! You’re going to make me cum!”

“Cum for me, baby,” he ordered. He still had the fierce growl in his tone, and it was enough to push me over the edge. I climaxed hard, the waves of pure ecstasy crashing through me like the perfect storm of pleasure and emotion. I could hardly breathe as the orgasm continued, lingering in the depths of me as he pushed himself into me for the last time.

His cock pulsed inside me as he moaned, one of his hands on my hip, the other on my arm.

We remained in that position for a few moments, catching our breath. There was sweat dripping from Abe’s brow, and I knew I could stand to take another shower after that, though I wouldn’t have time.

Tristan was starting to make noise in the spare bedroom, telling me that if he wasn’t awake already, he would be soon. I quickly slid off the couch, grabbing my towel and wrapping it around me once more. I wasn’t sure what to say, and I looked to Abe for the answer.

I hoped he’d have something sensible to give me so I didn’t feel like I had just made the biggest mistake by sleeping with him, but instead, he merely shrugged one of his shoulders.

“Stress response. I get it,” he said a little too simply.

I nodded. It was all I could think to do in response. I hoped he didn’t think that’s all sleeping with him really was to me, but with Tristan starting to cry in the room next to the living room, I had to get going. This could be something that we talked about later, or we might just leave it for what it was.

I didn’t know.

All I knew was that I had to get out of that room as fast as I could.

As soon as I was back in the bedroom, I pushed the door closed behind me, shutting Abe out in the living room. It didn’t matter that he was likely to get off the couch and head to the bedroom. All I could think about was the fact that I had just slept with him, and I wanted to put something between us now.

I didn’t want that to be a mistake. I could hardly bear to think of what must be going through his head right now.

But, with Tristan needing me, I didn’t have time to analyze.

I got dressed quickly and headed to the futon, trying my best to focus on my son.

He was the important thing in my life, not Abe. I didn’t know what I had been thinking, and it was time to forget all about it. Hopefully, it wasn’t going to turn into something awkward between us. Hopefully, he could just leave it as what he said.

A stress response and nothing more.

But, as I slid onto the futon and took my son in my arms, I knew that there was far more to it than that. I knew if he felt anything that I did – and I suspected Abe did – then there was bound to be a lot more to talk about.

And I had no idea how we’d even begin to discuss it.

What had I done?

The only thing I knew for sure – my life had just gotten a lot more complicated.

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