“Shit.” I pick her up, wrap her in a towel, and grab one for me.
Laughing, I snap mine at her pretty behind. “Upstairs woman.”
She races up to the loft, falls flat on the futon, and spreads her legs wide. Resting between her legs, my weight on my elbows, I enter her with a circular motion for maximum contact.
Her ankles lift off the mattress, she locks them at my thighs, and as her chest presses to mine, we grind. Damn, we haven’t made love for weeks and my fluids are raring to go. In a one-armed pushup, I reach between us and press on her silky, swollen nub.
She screams, bucks, and shudders with me deep inside her. As her muscles’ spasm, the control I was holding shatters. A deprived addict, I drive to my high. This release is different than any other before. Me and her sparked some life together and hell, it’s hot as fuck.
“Sugar.” My balls tighten, my back muscles spring so tight it hurts, and as I come, sparkling stars cloud my vision.
Heart thumping, I roll her on top and we descend from heaven. My hands slide up and down her back while she plays with my chest hairs. I snooze for a moment and when I stir, she kisses my neck.
“I missed you.”
“Me, too.”
Cat climbs the staircase, twitches her ears, and sniffs. Disgusted, she pads back down.
“Did you explain your condition to her?”
As the tail disappears, Sam giggles. “I haven’t had a chance. I don’t think I’m supposed to touch the litter. You’ll need to do it from now on.”
“You shitting me?”
“No, but the cat will be.”
As our pet yowls in front of her food bowl, I picture a crib and all the things babies need and sigh. “We’re probably going to need a bigger space.”
“Mmm. There’s a lot to think about. Lamaze and baptism classes, shopping, registries…”
“Hey, didn’t I take Catholic lessons before we got married?” I can’t imagine what new blood the church will want from me but I suppose we can talk about that later. “You need to get dressed and get yourself to work or you’ll be late.”
I slap her behind but she digs deeper under the covers and moans. “Ugh.”
“You could quit anytime you want. We make enough without it.” I’m not sure I want her breathing in noxious hair spray fumes.
“I know I could but how would I get us great jobs? For example, today I get to retrieve the pot of gold from Ned-the-Klepto.”
“I hope you told them we don’t get paid in nickels.”
“Or bingo cards.”
“Yeah, that, too.” I pull the covers down and hug my sweet woman into my chest. I don’t think I’ve ever loved her more. Just when I think my heart is maxed out, it seems to double in capacity.
While she opens her dresser, I lean back on the pillow, enjoying my favorite show entitledMy Naked Wife. Then, I follow her down the stairs and wait outside the bathroom door.
While she’s in there, her phone rings. The callerID says WC, so I pick up, all professional-like. “Good afternoon, detective agency.”
A woman asks, “Is Samantha there?”
“Just a moment.” I hand the cell to my wet, disheveled woman who’s slipping into a black t-shirt.
She pulls her hair in a messy ponytail and holds the electronics between us. “I’m putting you on speaker so my partner can hear.”
Melissa pants as if she’s on a treadmill. “I just got your message. You need to talk to Gillian again. I’m telling you, she was giving me a sign. She never wanted me to know the sex of our baby. She was adamant. Crazy even. She said it was some kind of Irish bad luck.”
My partner rolls her eyes and glances at me for help. Yeah, the woman sounds off her rocker.
