“Are you okay?” I ask, tenderly pushing the wet hair away from her face.
“Yeah…it’s just…a little messy.”
“What? Oh. Fuck.” My fingers find their way between her legs, and I swipe at the sticky mess that is slowly oozing out of her, only to be rinsed away by the water running down her legs. “I probably shouldn’t find that so hot, but God help me, I do.” I rub my fingers in slow circles, and she goes up on her toes, whispering my name.
I push inside, just one finger, and rub in a circle. Lark’s teeth land on my shoulder, biting down as she whimpers.
“Can you give me another?” I don’t bother waiting for her answer, ducking my head to take her nipple in my mouth. I toy with it, using my tongue and letting my teeth graze across the tip, all while slowly sliding my finger in and out of her.
“Dan. More,” she whimpers and I am happy to oblige. Adding a second finger, I gently press my thumb to her clit. “Yes,” she cries, her nails digging into my shoulder. “Oh God, yes!” Her head falls back against the wall as I stroke her throughanother orgasm. This time when she feebly pushes me away, I go, sliding my fingers free and dipping my head to kiss her.
Then I take some shampoo and slowly start washing her hair. Relishing the simple act of caring for my girl, the mother of my child.
We have a lot to figure out. But right now, there’s no where else I want to be and nothing I would rather be doing.
A short while later, I’m wearing a pair of boxers with bananas on them, and she’s in my T-shirt. We’re wrapped in each other’s arms in the middle of my king-size bed.
“I want you to focus on baseball. This season is so important.” Lark’s fingers trail up and down my bare chest. “Your teammates were talking about you being distracted on the flight down here.” She looks at me, the worry clear in her eyes. “You can’t afford to be distracted, Dan. I could never forgive myself if this ruined your season.”
I move forward slightly so I can meet her lips and kiss her. “Lark, I was distracted because I was worried about you. About us. I knew you weren’t feeling well, and then when we talked, you sounded so distant. I didn’t know what was wrong, and I couldn’t fix it from so far away. But now, knowing it’s not something I did” — I pause and chuckle — “okay, well itis, but you know what I mean.” She slaps my chest and giggles. “Now that I know what’s going on, I feel great. I know we’ve got a lot to deal with, and it’s not always going to be easy. But I’ll do whatever I need to do to take care of you. You and baby bird.”
I hear her sniff and I tilt her chin up, frowning when I see more tears in her eyes. “Hey, what’s wrong? Don’t cry again, please.”
Lark gives me a watery smile, her hand coming up to brush away the tears. “Pregnancy hormones, Dan. I cry a lot these days.”
“But nothing’s wrong? I didn’t say something I shouldn’t have?”
She shakes her head. “Not at all. You’re perfect. I love that you’d support me, no matter what. That you respect me enough to let this be my choice. And I love that you want this baby as much as I do. But let’s get something straight. You have to kick ass this season. Which might mean putting baseball first sometimes.”
I open my mouth to protest, but she covers it with her hand. My tongue darts out to lick her palm and she pulls it away with a laugh. “Dan Montgomery, stop being a child.”
Giving her a mock pout, I take her hand in mine, bring it back to my mouth, and press a kiss there instead.
“Better. Now may I finish?”
I smirk and she goes on.
“We’re going to do this together. Have our baby. But if there are times when you’re away, and I’m home for whatever reason, I need to know you won’t get distracted again. That you’ll be able to focus on what you need to get your contract signed and take this team all the way.”
“I’m sorry, all I heard was that we’re gonna have a baby.”
Lark shrieks, and throws herself over top of me, her wickedly strong fingers pinching my sides and tickling me. We wrestle fora few minutes, both of us laughing, until her knee lands in my groin.
“Oh shit.” I groan, rolling to my side.
“Dan, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” Lark’s hands roam my body, and when she hits my hips, I pounce, pushing her onto her back and looming over her. I grab her hands and pin them beside her head.
“I’ll be fine. Good thing we did the baby making thing already in case there’s serious damage.”
Her hips lift and grind against my semihard dick. “Seems fine to me.”
I smirk down at her. “Listen, that’s a permanent state when I’m around you.”
She grins back up at me. “Well, maybe we should take care of that.”
“Maybe we should. What do you have in mind?”
In answer, Lark takes me in her hand, sliding up and down a few times until I’m almost fully erect. Then she notches me at her entrance. “I think you can figure it out from here.”
