Against the Rules (Even The Score #4)

96. king

All self-control was gone. The second we were in the elevator, my hands were on my wife, and I brushed her braids aside to kiss her neck, all tongue.

She panted. "Glass elevator?—"

"They’ll get a TMZ payout." I shrugged, wrapping my hand around her throat, grazing her skin with my teeth. Fuck, she tasted so good. I’d never get over it. So sweet, so fucking tempting.

"King?"

"Mm?"

"We have two options."

"Mm."

"Either we have sex and you cum on me, easier for clean up, or—or—" Her words stuttered when I slipped my hand under her shirt. She pushed my hand away. "Or you cum inside, but we take a shower, because you know it gets everywhere."

"Shower sex with my wife?"

"That’s not what I said," she giggled, breathless.

"Creampie, shower, sex again in the shower, towel off, lotion my wife, my dick ends up in my wife while I lotion her?—"

" Also not what I said."

The elevator opened and I pulled her with me, heading off with a singular motive, to find the hotel room. I shoved open the door, but Willow took the lead, bringing me to the bed before snapping her fingers.

"You’re going to ride me, baby?" I grinned, laying on the bed.

It was so fucking hot. Watching those dark whiskey eyes at half-mast while she shrugged down my pants with my help, I’d been hard since the recording studio, and this was what I’d been waiting for.

"Absolutely." She swirled her tongue over the head of my cock.

I bucked up. " Fuck ?—"

"Calm down," she murmured, taking me deep down her throat until blood pounded my ears and my whole body pulsed for her. She pushed down her shorts and climbed on top.

One look at that sweet spot between her legs and I groaned. My wife was so gorgeous. Her thighs were soft against me while she adjusted her stance.

"I love this body," I muttered, grabbing her ass. "Fuck, you’re fun to play with."

Willow ran my cock along her slit and heat rushed up my spine. Slowly, she eased me inside, a dazed smile on her face. "Feels so good." She rocked her hips, and I resisted the urge to thrust inside of her. I wanted to watch.

And I wanted to see something else.

"Hands," I said and held up mine. She wove her fingers through, immediately knowing what I wanted. The sight of our tattoos together was everything to me.

It was solid proof we belonged together.

"I love you," I said, without really meaning to say it, but saying it all the same, because it was always at the edge of everything else I said to her, always with that inflection of I’m in love with you .

"Love you, Tattoos," she gasped, bouncing on me.

This was one of my favorite parts, seeing her take control. Fuck me the way she wanted to. All I had to do was lay back and enjoy myself, the happiest goddamn man in the world.

It took about a year to get to this point, where Willow could comfortably handle sex like this. The more relaxed she became, the more we could do together.

Willow was self-conscious when we talked about her experience with vaginismus but to me, it was a reminder of how many years we spent together. How much we grew and changed together. How much she loved me. How much I loved her.

"Oh, god, I’m close?—"

I wrapped my hands around her hips. "Can I?—?"

" Yes ."

We knew each other’s bodies so well now, we knew what we liked, how to bring each other higher. I yanked her down to me, locking her against my chest, thrusting inside of her.

Welcome fucking home.

"Oh, god," she groaned. "Fuck—fuck?—"

I groaned too, feeling her squeeze and tense around my cock. My balls tightened with each drive in her and when Willow shouted into her climax, I squeezed her tight, pumping her full of my cum.

"Can’t wait to see you pregnant," I rasped, digging my fingers into her soft skin. My head dropped to her shoulder, and I hissed through clenched teeth, releasing all of the pent-up tension that came with a wife like Willow King.

I thumped back to the pillow. It was quiet. The room smelled like sex and her delicious body butter.

What a perfect day.

"What did you say?" Willow asked, dazed.

"Say what? What did I say?"

"You can’t wait to see me pregnant?"

"Mm."

"This body is not going to look the same. You know that, right?"

A throaty laugh escaped me. "Yeah, I got that."

"I’ll get more stretch marks."

"Mm-hmm."

"My ass will get fatter."

"Do you want me to cum again?"

There was a moment of silence between us while she pushed up on my chest. "Do you want to cum again?"

I ran my tongue over the back of my teeth. Even if I just finished, excitement took hold. "I could cum again before the shower."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Slowly, I eased out before pushing back in, feeling the slick of her cum and mine. Fuck, that was good. Willow’s lips parted in a moan. We were both sensitive, but this was worth it. The catch in her throat, the weak whimpers, the sound of her pussy, filled with my cum, I couldn’t resist sinking into her again.

"Keep talking," I commanded. "How are you going to look?"

"My breasts are going to get bigger," she whispered.

"Keep going."

"I’m going to be carrying your baby."

"Fuck— fuck ."

Talking was done, I missed kissing her too much. Willow clung to me while I kissed her, about as messy as the sex was. Every time her tongue touched mine, a jolt of electricity shot through me, pushing me closer to finishing again.

Nothing slow. I slammed into her while she choked out curses, holding on to me.

" Fuck, " she cried out. "I’m going to cum again—oh, fuck?—"

I gripped her jaw, bringing her ear to me. "Do you hear how fucking wet you are?" She nodded frantically and I bit her earlobe. "You fucking love this, getting to mount me, before I take that control back. You know how badly I need to cum inside of you."

"Yes— yes ? — "

The feeling of her clenching on me the second time was exactly what I needed. I spilled inside her and the two of us shook, so sensitive we couldn’t do anything but hold each other in bed.

"Thank you, baby," she whispered, hoarse.

"Willow?"

"Mm?"

I breathed through my nose, trying to figure out my question. "This is one heartbeat?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Not twins?"

"No," she chuckled. "Not twins."

"Huh. Guess we need to try again."

Willow burst into breathless laughter before I carried her off to the shower. I cleaned her up, fucked her again, and when we were finished, I let my fingers wander over her stomach.

We were going to be parents. Willow was going to have my child.

Drying off, my phone rang, and I grinned when I spotted who was calling.

"Mom, you’re a couple of minutes too early."

I moved my mom and Jasmine with me to New York, and even if the hospital visits came every now and then, it was nothing like it used to be. It was so much better than it used to be. She was going to diabetic group sessions, finally letting herself get the help she needed.

"What is this call for? What’s it about? You’re giving me anxiety."

"It’s a good surprise, hold on, I have to switch you to a video call?—"

"So it’s a surprise? That makes me more anxious."

"You’re going to love it, I promise," I told her and threw the comforter off the bed before pulling my wife into my lap. "I’m adding you to the conference now."

"Hi, Willow!" my mom exclaimed.

Jasmine joined in just as quickly but from a different number.

"Jasmine, there’s going to be too many people in here," I told her. "Get off your tablet, go with Mom."

"But I want to use my tablet."

I rolled my eyes while Willow gently posed the same question and orders were followed instead. Of course. When I asked, my little sister didn’t bother listening, but when Willow did it, it had to be done. I grumbled while Willow grinned up at me.

"Are you getting traded?" Embry demanded when he hopped on the call.

"Boys, go to Mom," Willow said.

"I’m not at the house," Kenan retorted. "I’m at a friend’s."

Too many voices joined in and there was so much feedback. It was hard to hear everybody. Willow’s mom kept demanding to know what was going on and Dan wasn’t much help, asking if anyone could hear him through his speaker.

Willow huffed. "Everybody! Quiet!"

"Are you pregnant?" Marcus blurted out.

"Dad!"

"No, she’s not pregnant." Joyce rolled her eyes. "If she was pregnant, she would’ve came home?—"

"I am pregnant."

Everyone started yelling and screaming. I snorted into laughter, curling myself around Willow while she tried to get a handle of the situation. No chance of that happening. Jasmine screeched so high-pitched, the call crackled.

"You have to come home for the pregnancy," Joyce insisted.

"The entire pregnancy? I can’t just leave my husband."

I tightened my hold around Willow’s waist. "She’s not leaving her husband."

"We’ll visit, I promise, but what I’m trying to say is everyone on this call is becoming an aunt, uncle, or a grandparent," Willow explained, exasperated. "I’m pregnant!"

The weirdest sight in the world caught my eye. At the bottom left square, Dan purposely looked off camera, silent. If I didn’t know any better, I could’ve sworn…

"Dan?" Joyce stopped. "Are you crying?"

My mouth fell open. Dan Lawson, head coach of the Marrs Romans, wiped furiously at his eyes.

Willow drew in a breath. "Oh…Dan…"

"I’m—I’m fine," he choked out. "All good."

"I saw him break his finger once," I muttered to Willow. "Didn’t even flinch."

"Dan, I’m coming to campus!" Joyce pushed up from her chair. "I’m coming!"

"It’s fine to cry, Dan," Marcus said. "Normal part of human experience."

A door creaked on Dan’s end and his voice thundered. "Anders, if you think you’re coming into this fucking office, get your head out of your ass! Read the goddamn sign on the door!" Once the door closed, he brushed at his eyes again. "Pregnant. Willow’s pregnant. Isn’t that something?"

I chuckled. "See, that’s the coach I know."

The feedback drowned everyone’s voices worse than ever while they tried to figure out when Marcus and his wife could visit Texas, how Christmas would go, and when we were supposed to visit all of Willow’s relatives in San Antonio.

All I could focus on was Willow. I slipped my hand under the fabric of her shirt, stroking her stomach.

"Are you happy?" I whispered.

Those dark whiskey eyes turned to me and the smile on her face warmed the entire room. "The happiest."

"Hands."

She wove her fingers through mine, and I gazed down at our tattoos together. Gently, I pressed my lips to the hint of the crown above her wedding ring.

"I love you, Angel."

"Love you, Tattoos."