“It was good,” she says on a sigh. “At Sydney’s request, I made a baby registry, although it feels weird asking people for that kind of stuff. They want to throw me a shower, but where will I even keep everything?”
“We’ll figure it out,” I say, already knowing the answer. I’ve actually been mapping out a plan to surprise her for weeks, but it’s been difficult with my football schedule and her being home so much. Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful for every second we have together, but it’s a little hard to paint and assemble nursery furniture without piquing her curiosity…which is exactly why I enlisted the help of Sydney and the others. The baby shower may seem like something they’re planning on their own, but the truth is that I told them what I needed, and they happily jumped on board. Syd was particularly excited when I handed her my black card and uttered her two favorite words.
No budget.
I ask her more questions while she returns to the stove, trying my best to steer the conversation in another direction so I don’t accidentally spill the beans. She tells me about how she took Boner out back to play, but that he seemed bored after a few minutes. I finally convince her to take the SUV that’s always parked in the garage to the dog park a few miles away, which is a huge win because she’s been combative about driving it thus far. What she doesn’t know is that I took it in for an oil change and to have the safety system checked right after she moved in. I wanted it to be ready if she ever decided to go somewhere on her own.
“So,” I say as she turns off the burner, the smell of fettuccini alfredo making my mouth water with anticipation, “I was thinking after dinner, we could go upstairs, and I’ll rub your feet while we watch that Bryce Simon movie you were talking about. I also have some new sheet masks for us to try, since the weather is changing. We need to up our skincare game, so we don’t dry out.”
She scoffs. “That myth about baby girls stealing their mother’s beauty isn’t a myth at all. My skin is atrocious. Not even your fancy masks and toners can help me at this point.”
“Yeah, right,” I toss back sarcastically. “You’re drop-dead gorgeous, Mama. You could be fresh out of bedwith messy hair and pillow marks all over your face, and I’m still getting hard when I see you. Might even come in my pants again. Who knows?”
“You’re crazy,” she deadpans, her lips twitching as she holds back a smile.
“Fuck yeah, I am. Crazy about you.”
TWENTY
FINLEY
“Morning, beautiful,”Theo rasps from behind me, his voice full of gravel as his lips coast over the base of my neck. He got in late last night from another road game and found me fast asleep in his bed, where I’ve been staying almost every night. I vaguely remember hearing the sound of the shower in his en suite, but my day at the dog park with Boner had me so wiped out that I couldn’t even wake up completely. The change of scenery has been great for us both, and he’s been a perfect gentleman around other dogs and their owners.
“Mmm,” I hum, placing my hand over his that’s splayed across my belly. “Welcome home. How was your trip?”
“Two interceptions, a win, and I got to wake up next to my favorite girls. What’s not to love?” He curls his pointer finger under my chin, pressing his mouth to mine in a sweet kiss. “How about you? Did you relax a little bit, or did Boner keep you on your toes?”
I chuckle, but it turns into a moan as his hand slidesup my oversized T-shirt and palms my breast. “He was a good boy, as always. And yes, I took a bath last night and was out cold by ten.”
“Good girl,” he says, his very prominent erection sliding between my ass cheeks through the fabric of our underwear. I grow wetter with every passing second, enjoying the way he works me up slowly, like we have all the time in the world. That’s one of the things I love most about Theo—he’s never in a hurry, and it makes me feel like there’s absolutely nowhere else he’d rather be.
“Can I fuck you, baby?” he asks. “I missed your tight little pussy so much while I was away.” My answering nod is all he needs to grip the sides of my panties and peel them down my legs. He brings them to his nose, inhaling deeply before tossing them aside and moving on to his boxer briefs. No sooner do they join mine on the floor than he’s settled back in behind me, lowering his hand between my thighs.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he coos, the pad of his middle finger ghosting along my slit. “Your cunt is so swollen and wet. She’s crying for relief, isn’t she?”
“Yes,” I whimper. “Please, Theo.”
“Fuuuuck, Mama,” he groans. “You’re so goddamn sexy when you beg. And my name on your lips? Never heard anything better.”
Teasing my sensitive bundle of nerves for entirely too long, he rubs firmly before backing off, then repeats the motion until my legs are shaking. He doesn’t show a shred of mercy, still not giving me what I need, even though my muscles twitch erratically with each tightcircle he draws. A hot drop of precum leaks from his head and smears against my ass, causing me to throb with need as I turn my head toward him.
“Th-Theo,” I repeat his name, my breath ricocheting off his open lips as I unabashedly plead for more. I’m a different person with him than I was with previous partners, always too scared to speak up or look too desperate. But that’s exactly what he wants every time he touches me, and there isn’t an ounce of hesitation when it comes to doing so. I want him to know how I ache—how I’d do just about anything to feel him stretch me wide.
“You want this?” he taunts, pulling my thigh over his and pressing the head of his cock to my entrance. My head spins at the feel of it, sweat beading along my temples while I try to string together my acquiescence. But all I can do is nod frantically, nonsensical sounds rolling off my tongue as I tremble with frustration.
“Say it, Fin,” he growls, holding completely still. I can tell it’s killing him just as much as it is me, but still, he restrains himself. “Tell me you want me to split you open and paint your walls.”
“Oh my God, yes!” I blurt, barely even recognizing my own voice as I obey his demand. “I want your cum deep inside me. I want to feel you for days.”
He answers by thrusting forward, his rock-hard length filling me to my absolute limit before I even have time to adjust. I cry out at the intrusion, nails digging into the flesh of his forearm when he pulls my legs open further, creating enough space to bottom out as his hips press flush to my ass. There isn’t a modicum of spacebetween us, our bodies melting into one another as we rock back and forth.
“I’ve taken every inch of this beautiful pussy,” he says through gritted teeth, his talented fingers passing back and forth over my clit as electricity pricks at my skin. “If you weren’t already pregnant, there’s no way I wouldn’t be puttingmybaby in you by coming this deep.”
He picks up speed, pounding relentlessly as a symphony of moans and groans fills the air around us. My inner muscles flutter around him with every stroke, my clit throbbing painfully as his filthy words slam into me over and over again. I’ve never been into the idea of a man finishing inside me. Quite the opposite, in fact, since I certainly wasn’t planning on having a family anytime soon. But the thought of it being Theo’s cum—Theo’s baby—has me ready to explode like a fucking firework…and suddenly, it’s all I want.
“Do it, then,” I beg, fire licking up my spine as I meet him thrust for thrust. “Breed me.” I know it’s not possible, but I’ve never felt this kind of primal desperation before. So, even if it’s just a fantasy, I want to know what it’s like to get pregnant by Theo Calloway.
“Fuck, Finley!Fuck!” he curses, his thighs shaking against mine as he drills into me without abandon. All I can do is surrender to the euphoria, letting myself feel every inch as he swells and hardens with his impending climax.
