The doorbell rang and I froze.Fuck. Waddling toward the living room again, I grabbed my phone and checked it. If this was Vane, he was early. Wriggling out of this baby belly would be nearly impossible in a short amount of time, so I grabbed my shirt and pulled it on. The material stretched over the belly and I shook my head.
“Who is it?” I called out, tugging at the damn shirt. Luckily it was baggy to begin with, but it still wouldn’t completely cover the silicone.
“It’s me,” Vane’s rough voice answered.
“You’re early,” I snapped, then winced.
Vane grunted loud enough for me to hear. “And?”
I stared down at the shirt stretched over the belly and sighed. There was no way in hell I was getting the belly off before Vane wanted to be let in. I hadn’t known him for long, but he didn’t seem like the kind of person who liked to be kept waiting.
“Come in. It’s open.” I fell onto the couch and sighed, suddenly realizing that maybe I wouldn’t be able to get out of the seat again. I wasn’t used to the extra weight.
The door opened and Vane stalked through, closing it behind himself. He turned, unwrapping his scarf and hanging it and his trench coat on the hanger near the door before he spun on the spot, clearly not taking notice of me as he walked through the living room. His handsomeness stole my breath. By the looks of it, he hadn’t taken a shower this time, but he still smelled good from where I sat, so I assumed he hadn’t gone to the gym at all this afternoon. His suit stretched over his shoulders, a perfect fit that complemented his body well. At least now I knew that what he hadunderthe suit was as fuckable as I’d thought it’d be.
“This is New Gothenburg, you shouldn’t leave your doors unlocked—” He stopped abruptly, fingers frozen at the buttons of his suit jacket, as though he’d been about to start unbuttoning them before he saw me.
“I got your present,” I grumbled, patting the belly. “Tried it on.”
His cheeks flushed and his eyes dilated as he focused on where my hand rested. Swallowing, he licked his lips, and I suddenly felt embarrassed. I wriggled in my spot.
“Daddy?” The word slipped out so easily, and I felt a hot blush attacking my face. “I don’t think I can get up. Could you help me?”
“Fuck,” he groaned out, reaching to cup himself in his pants.
Yep, that word explained it perfectly.
6
Vane
He looks at least twenty weeks pregnant.
The thought hammered through my brain on repeat as I stared at the long lines of his handsome body. Those hips of his that swelled just slightly rounder than most men were hidden with the way he was sitting, but I knew they were there too. I gave my junk another squeeze, enjoying the pressure. I let my dick go through a monumental force of will and instead ran my hand down my tie. Tapping my fingers there for a second, I was stuck drinking in the sight of him, until he smirked, and then I shook myself into action and unbuttoned my suit jacket. I tossed it on the floor rather than wasting time looking for a place to put it.
Bell’s face was an addicting shade of embarrassed pink, and he looked so sweetly flustered, unable to bring his gaze any higher than the top button on my shirt.
“You’re glowing,” I murmured as I approached him. I stopped near him, but not close enough to touch. He rubbed a hand over his baby bump and his shirt rode up a little more, giving me a glimpse of what looked just like smooth, pregnancy-stretched skin. I swallowed hard as my dick surged to full mast.
He laughed and glanced away from me toward the floor while his cheeks continued to blaze, and his shyness made me feel like even more of a man than his swollen belly did. He seemed like he was gathering his courage, but again he stared at my chest rather than my face.
I went to my knees in front of him, as if drawn by a magnet. I couldn’t stand to be apart from him anymore. He was a living, breathing fantasy boy.
“Daddy, what are you doing?” He’d gone breathy, and the way he sounded matched a thousand dirty daydreams I’d had in the past, hundreds of imagined conversations I’d conjured in my own mind while trying to fuck someone who I didn’t have the balls to ask to play with me this way.
A little strip of his tempting belly peeked out below his shirt and I moaned. The mound of his pregnant stomach lookedso real. No one had ever worn anything like this for me, and it was easy to pretend that his delicate state was natural. I wanted that stomach to be the result of me stuffing his ass so full of my seed that he’d had no choice but to get knocked up.
“You’re so fertile. Look how perfect that baby you’re growing is. You’re amazing.”
His dark eyebrows danced upward, and my stomach lurched as my excitement nearly strangled me. Would this be the thing that ended this for me with him? The baby belly was phenomenal, and I didn’t think I could stand it if he told me later that he wouldn’t wear it again. Was he regretting it now?
“Thank you, Daddy,” he murmured, and his easy smile fought off some of my fears.
“You look tired.”
He frowned at me, and I picked up one of his feet, massaging along his arch. His mouth dropped open and he leaned his head back. “That’s fantastic. Damn. I run sometimes and my feet get sore and… that’s really good. You’re really good at that.”
Unexpected happiness took me by surprise and my chest went light with the compliment. “Did you work hard today?”
