Chapter 24
COURTNEY
“My stomach kinda hurts,” I complained as Flynn drove us home from the failed family dinner. “We didn’t even get to tell them we’re having twins,” I pouted.
Flynn dropped his hand into my lap and squeezed my thigh. “We’ll tell them another day when the news isn’t overshadowed by all the drama from Aunt Gayle and Martin’s divorce.”
I chuckled. “It’s kind of funny that you call her Aunt Gayle, but Martin is only Marty and he’s the one you’re related to by blood.”
“I am a firm believer in being able to pick your family. Some of them don’t deserve the title.”
“I won’t argue there. I’ve had many days where I wished I could pick a different Mom.”
“You kind of did.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you married me and got my mom in the mix. Technically, you got to pick.” Flynn winked at me as I rolled my eyes at him.
“Be glad your mom is a good one.” I sighed. “I feel bad for Gayle. She has to suffer for her son and husband’s mistakes. It doesn’t seem fair.”
“No, it doesn’t. It would be nice if all the assholes flocked to one another, but they’re usually good at picking up on all the shady shit, since they do it too. They have to go after the nice people who aren’t looking too closely at what they’re doing.”
“I never thought of it like that.”
“It’s not something you have to worry about with me. I bought something at the store earlier,” He mentioned and I could tell it was just to change the subject, but I played along.
“I hope it wasn’t pie. Your mom’s cobbler was delicious, but I think I had way too much.”
My husband had the audacity to laugh at me. “No, it’s not pie. It’s belly butter.”
“Belly butter?”
“Yeah, you know, like a special kind of lotion for pregnant bellies. I thought, since we found out we’re having twins, we should probably do what we can to take care of your skin. It’s going to stretch so much with our babies.”
“Are you saying you won’t love me when I’m all stretch-marked and loose skinned?”
“I’ll love you no matter what your outer package looks like, Courtney. It’s not your body I’m in love with.”
I gasped and stared at him as he watched a tear track down my face. “You said you’re in love with me.”
“I am.”
“Are you sure?”
He grinned at me before he turned back to the task at hand. Thankfully, we were almost home. Once I got him in my arms, it was debatable whether I’d ever let him go again.
“I am positive. No matter what, I will love you just the same - more when I watch as you bring our children into this world because that is a miracle I can’t perform.”
“Are you trying to make me cry?” I blubbered from the passenger seat. I could tell my husband was trying not to laugh at messy hormones, but he wasn’t doing a great job at hiding it. “Not unless they’re happy tears.”
“Of course they are. Why would anyone be sad to have you love them?” I grabbed a fast food napkin out of the glove box and blew my nose into it. “I love you too, you know.”
“I know you do.”
“No, I mean, I’ve been falling in love with you too.”
“I know,” He told me assuredly, as if it was old news and not something I’d never said to him before.
“How in the hell would you know that?” I asked and then promptly blew my nose again. We had come a long way from me not wanting to walk across a room naked in front of him to my utter lack of care about what he saw. I also blamed that on the pregnancy.
“You told me.”
“I told you?” I let the question hang in the air for a minute, even though I saw him nod his head in answer. “When in the hell did I do that?”
“Remember that night you got really drunk and I had to pick you up from that biker bar?”
“Yeah,” I dragged the word out slowly as I attempted to piece together where he was going with that.
“You had a lot to say on the ride home before you passed out.”
“Oh!” I hid my face by looking out the window but my face heated from my cheeks to the tip of my ears with embarrassment. “Did I say how long I’d been in love with you.”
“No,” His answer sounded a bit more like a question, in that I could tell he wanted to hear more. When I didn’t add on, he decided to come out and ask. “Do you want to elaborate?”
“Not really,” I huffed. I was surprised when he didn’t push for the answer, but then again, my husband wasn’t one to force things. He didn’t mind waiting for them to come in their own time, and I loved that about him.
Flynn rubbed the sweet honeysuckle scent into my belly as I laid back on a stack of pillows on our bed. “Are you going to do this every night?”
“Yes,” He answered.
I moaned and aimed a sweet smile his way. “You’re the best husband I’ve ever had.”
“I’m the only husband you’ve ever had.”
“You set the bar pretty high for yourself though.” He shook his head at me, but I could see that he loved my answer. “You still owe me a date night. That disastrous family dinner doesn’t count.”
“Okay, where would you like to go? We’ll have date night tomorrow.”
“You don’t have to work late?”
“Sweetheart, I won’t be working late nights again for the foreseeable future.”
“Why not?”
“You’re pregnant. I want to be here for you as much as possible. When you’re no longer pregnant, we’ll have two infants at home who require so much attention that they’ll need both of us on the job. When they grow to be a bit bigger, we’ll have two toddlers throwing tantrums about snacks, toys, and whatever toddler show they’re into. You’re going to need a break from the chaos, so I want to be there. We’re also going to have date nights, because we need to be there with each other, and not just for one another.”
“How did I get so damn lucky?” I asked him. My husband shrugged his shoulders as he finished buttering up my belly. “All done?”
“For now,” He whispered.
“Then why don’t you come up here, so I can make out with my hot husband?”
“Oh yeah?”
“Wait!” I called out as he started to crawl up the bed toward me.
“What?”
“You should totally do that naked.”
My husband humored me and stood there on the bed to undress instead of getting down on the floor like a normal human. I laughed as he took off each piece of clothing and did a silly little dance and hip thrust before slinging each piece around in circles and letting them land wherever.
“You’re cleaning the mess up,” I warned.
“Worth it to see you smile like that.”
I sat up and ripped my bra off, but when I reached down to pull my little shorts and panties off, Flynn stopped me. “I want to unwrap my beautiful wife.”
I couldn’t argue with that, so I watched as he gripped the sides of my shorts and slowly slid them down my hips. He kissed my legs the whole way down as he pulled the shorts away. Then he moved back up to repeat the process with my panties, only he started with a sweet open-mouthed kiss to my mound before he ever moved the silky material down.
“You’re a tease,” I called out as he slid further down and kissed my thighs, then my knees. I felt him chuckle against my skin and it sent goosebumps across my body.
“You like it,” He taunted as he touched the places where the bumps erupted. Once my panties were off, my husband worked his way back up my legs then pushed them apart so he could get closer to my center. His tongue swiped right up my middle and then teased my clit with the barest of strokes across it before he blew gently to cool me right back down after the heated licks. The sensation shift made me shiver.
Flynn grinned up at me and then repeated the process. I never would have thought him barely touching my clit could send me shooting off like a rocket, but it did.
“That was something,” Flynn suggested as his smile grew wider.
“It’s the hormones,” I teased.
“Nothing to do with my skill, huh?” He asked.
I laughed, but shook my head no at the same time. “Okay then, we’ll have to see if I can change your mind. He moved me so that the front of his body spooned my back and then he put a pillow underneath my leg in such a way that it stayed propped up higher while his leg pinned my other one down. Then, he thrust his cock deep inside me and I cried out for every deity I could name to make it so I never had to stop feeling this good.
“Mmm, you don’t need to call the gods, sweetheart. Just tell me what you want.”
“More. You. Always. Don’t stop.” Each word was panted out as he thrust hard into me.
“You like this?” Flynn questioned. “Want more of my cock inside you?” He tweaked my nipple as he asked and I cried out once more.
“Yes, Flynn. Give me more.”
“Okay, sweetheart.” He picked up his speed and thrust into me over and over at a relentless pace. My pussy clenched around his cock and dripped in a way it never did when I wasn’t pregnant. We made a mess of the bed, and then after we caught our breath, he had me ride him until I couldn’t go anymore. Then he fucked me from behind until we both came and I promptly passed out.
There was no denying the fact that I loved my husband, but even if I didn’t, I don’t think I could give up sex with him for anything.
I had been looking forward to our make up date night all day, but my bladder had other ideas. For the second time since we sat down to eat, I had to get up and go pee. When I approached our table, there was a woman standing there talking to my husband. He had stood up at some point, and I can only imagine it was to give her a hug.
“I have to say, I didn’t expect to see you out tonight, but I’m glad we ran into each other,” The woman said as I drew closer.
“Yeah? Why is that?”
She seemed puzzled by his reaction for a minute and then shook off whatever doubt my husband just caused. “Well,” Her finger traced up his chest to his shoulder, and I swear she was trying to get to his jaw to trace that too, but Flynn took a step back away from her. Again, she furrowed her brow in question, but continued right on.
“Well, it’s been more than a year since we’ve seen one another and quite frankly I miss you in the bedroom.”
“We never met in a bedroom.” Flynn corrected.
“Right you are. Always were the naughty one and up for a bit of anything.”
“Is there a point to this?” Flynn asked her in a bored tone.
“I thought I made the point. I want to hook up, but this time, maybe we can turn it into something more.”
“No.”
“No?” She questioned, clearly taken aback by his abrupt dismissal.
“I said no. I’m taken.”
“Well, you don’t have to be taken,” She hinted.
That was when I stopped dallying. I didn’t think my husband would take her up on her offer in a million years, but the bitch was boring me and causing a scene, especially since the people who had been dining near us knew he was there with me.
I worked my way to Flynn’s side and slid my arm around his waist and then pressed my hand that wore the wedding band up to his chest, so that it was right in her face.
“Hi, do I know you?” I asked the woman.
“No,” She huffed.
“Oh, well then, I’m sure you need to get back to your own table.” Flynn smirked and then nodded his head.
“Julia, this is my wife, Courtney.” He held me close and placed his hand on my belly, which made it very obvious that I was with child.”
“You knocked someone up?” Julia was a bit loud with that shocked revelation.
“Yes, my wife !”
“Wait, you were already married? As in, she didn’t baby trap you?”
“Julia, you need to leave now. As you so crudely pointed out, my wife is pregnant and very hormonal. Speaking to you, even in a friendly manner, considering what you just proposed is not going to happen because I won’t risk upsetting the mother of my children. To answer your question in more blunt terms, I do not want to hookup with you again now or anytime in the future. My cousin, Beckett, is free though if you’re looking for a subpar replacement.”
I giggled aloud because my husband didn’t even realize how true that statement was.
“I thought you two were only friends. Aren’t you the girl who dated Beckett for like ever?”
“I was that girl, but now I’m his wife. No hard feelings. If I was in your shoes, I would have taken the shot too.”
Julia left after that and I sat back down at the table with Flynn. “I’m a little disappointed,” my husband said to me as he laughed.
“How so? Would you rather hookup with her than have to go home to me and my ever-expanding waistline?”
He chuckled and shook his head. “No way. I’m disappointed that you weren’t ready to throw down and fight for your husband’s honor.”
“Did you forget that I am currently making two humans? I barely have the energy to walk back to our table from the bathroom, let alone take on one of your past hookups. Besides, you did a damn fine job all on your own. Remind me to reward you for that later.” I winked at him, then I remembered he stood up to hug the bitch. “You lost points for hugging her though.”
“I didn’t stand up to greet her originally. She leaned down to get a hug, and it put her tits level with my face, so I jumped up to avoid that scene.”
“Oh, good save, baby.”
“About those rewards…”
What about them?”
“What kind are we talking about here?”
“The kind that involves you watching me sleep if you don’t hurry up and order our desert.”
“Yes ma’am!” He laughed as he signaled for our waiter to come back to the table.