28. Lee
28
LEE
“There!” she puffed as she planted the last box down on the floor. “I think that’s everything from the moving van…”
“I checked before we came up,” I replied. “You’re all good. We have everything now.”
“Oh, thank God,” she groaned, rubbing a hand over her face as though she was too exhausted to think. “I just need to take a second. I forgot how difficult it was, moving apartments…”
“I told you, we would have been happy to hire movers for you,” I reminded her as I stepped toward her, slipping my arms around her waist and pulling her in close.
“Yeah, yeah, I know you did,” she replied, letting her hands rest on my shoulders. “But you already paid for this place. I didn’t want you spending more money than you needed to on me.”
“Baby,” I murmured to her, brushing my nose against hers. “There’s no such thing as too much money, not when it comes to you.”
She laughed. “You need to be careful about saying things like that,” she warned me playfully. “I might take you up on it.”
“I hope you do.”
I planted a kiss against her lips, forgetting for a moment the boxes that were scattered around the floor surrounding us. We were standing in the bedroom of the new apartment that Taylor, Devon, and I had purchased for her, and we had just moved the last of her stuff up from the van and into her room. As of today, she was fully moved in, though not fully unpacked. That would take a while, given that there was still the nursery to set up, but we had plenty of time for that before the baby came along.
The baby—shit, I was still getting used to that part of all of this. It seemed crazy to me, that she was just a few months away from bringing a kid into the world. She had started to show a little now, though it was nothing more than the smallest bump. Sometimes, I would chat to the baby, let them know who I was and how much I loved them already.
Which was strange, to say the least, because I’d never imagined in a million years that I would have kids—let alone that I would want them. I had always thought, if it happened for me, it would be some kind of mistake that I would throw money at and then get on with my life. I had been so convinced that I’d make some fuck-up mess of it like my own parents had, I had never considered the possibility that I might actually like the idea for myself too.
But Maya had given me confidence I’d never had in myself in that regard. Because she had asked me to be a part of this. She had looked at me, and seen not the fuckup that I was certain I would be, but a father—someone who would be a welcome addition to her children’s lives, someone she wanted around, no matter what. And that vote of confidence was something I didn’t even know I was missing until I had it.
I moved her back toward the bed, and the two of us tumbled onto the sheets together. Pushing my hands into her hair, I sank my lips into hers, deepening the kiss. Even though it had been months since we’d first hooked up, I still found myself addicted to her, something I had never really imagined was possible. I had always thought that I would get bored of being with the same woman in no time, that I would be looking for someone fresh to wrinkle the sheets with when I got the chance. But with Maya, it was different.
Because I felt like I discovered more about her every day. She wasn’t the same woman she had been when I’d met her—when she’d been a conquest I had set my sights on with no further plans. Now, she was this sweet, nurturing, funny, brilliant woman who was carrying a child that I was going to help raise. She was my future, and that was thrilling in ways I had never felt before in my life.
I took her arms and pushed them playfully over her head, and she let out a little moan against my lips. We were still exploring each other sexually, and I couldn’t get enough of her. Of course, there were nights when the three of us shared her, and those were still my favorites—I didn’t think there would ever be a hotter sight in the world than the woman I loved reaching orgasm, the sounds she made as we brought her to heights of pleasure, over and over again. But I still craved our alone time, just the two of us, so I could show off my skills in every way she wanted.
“I think we should christen this bed, don’t you?” I murmured against her lips, skimming my mouth down to her chin and then her neck. She was wearing the cutest dress that had been skimming her body all afternoon, and it had taken every bit of self-control I had not to push her against one of the counters, pull up the skirt, and fuck her in it right then and there.
“Hmm, I think it would be rude not to,” she agreed, brushing her nose against mine and biting her lip. Fuck, she looked so appealing when she did that. Just as I was learning about her, she was learning about me, and she had weaponized that knowledge to turn me on in ways I didn’t even know were possible until I found her.
Dropping her arms, I moved my hands down toward her hips, pulling the dress up over her thighs and exposing her. She wasn’t wearing any panties underneath, the soft puff of dark hair above her pussy sending a rush of arousal through my body.
“You’ve been like this all day?” I asked her, my cock stirring at the thought. She nodded, squirming before me, showing herself off.
“I knew it was going to be just you and me,” she replied. “And I thought…hey, might as well dress for the occasion.”
“Good,” I murmured, as I moved down to kiss her again. “You know I like you best with no panties on.”
Our lips found each other once more, and I pressed myself against her, letting her feel how hard I was for her already. The thought of her like this all day, just waiting for me to make my move, was too hot to resist. I needed to feel her wrapped around me, her body pressed against mine, and I needed it now.
I reached down to unzip my pants, pulling my cock into my hand and shifting so that I was nudging against her slick folds. She moaned, her hands sliding to the small of my back, and guided me closer to her so I was pressed against her slit.
And I needed no more invitation than that. With a slow, deep thrust, I entered her, pushing my full length inside of her, feeling the warmth of her wrapping around me. It amazed me, even still, how well the two of us fit together, as though we had been made for each other.
She hooked her ankles around my legs, her head sinking back onto the bed as I held myself there for a moment, grinding my hips against her slowly and listening to her soft sigh of pleasure. That was one of the many upsides to sharing her with the others, I got to see how she liked to be fucked from the outside in, and could use that when we were alone together too.
“Oh, fuck, that feels perfect,” she gasped.
“Oh, yeah?” I murmured back, pressing my lips to her neck as I pulled back and thrust into her again. “How perfect…?”
She knew exactly what I was asking. I wanted her to show me just what she needed right now, just what she was craving. I loved getting her off, it was the hottest thing in the world to me, and the pregnancy hormones had her constantly teetering on the edge, it seemed. She had warned me that she wouldn’t always be this horny as she moved through the trimesters, which gave me all the more reason to make the most of it now while I could.
She lifted her hips to press them against me as I began to move inside of her in long, slow strokes, filling her with every motion. Our bodies were tangled, pressed flush together, her forehead lifting to mine and her hand resting at the nape of my neck so she could gaze at me. Before Maya, sex like this would have felt dangerously intimate, but with her, it was everything I craved. I craved this closeness, the minutiae of her expression—I wanted to drink in every second of her pleasure and burn it onto my memory.
As I fucked her, I could tell that she was already drawing closer to the edge. Her body was rocking in perfect time with mine, the sound of our breath mingling as we both inched toward our release. I felt like a damn teenager again, when just the smell of her skin and the look in her eyes was enough to get me going, but I loved it. I never wanted it to end.
“Oh God, I’m so close,” she whimpered, her fingernails digging into the back of my neck. I slowed, grinding into her, holding myself there inside of her and allowing her to move back against me at a pace that would get her where she needed to go.
With a sudden gasp, I felt it, the moment she reached her release—her muscles contracting around me, her body trembling for a moment and then sinking into the bed. I looped my arms around her, pulling her into me, and thrust a few more times inside of her as she came. Within moments of her release, I found my own too.
I held myself there for a long time, not ready for this to be over, not yet. I knew we’d have plenty more chances to enjoy each other in this bed, but right now all I wanted was to linger in this moment, our bodies joined, her heartbeat thudding against mine.
Eventually, I pulled back from her and flopped down onto the bed beside her. She reached across, letting her hand rest lazily on my chest for a moment, before either of us spoke.
“Damn, these pregnancy hormones…” she muttered, flashing me a grin.
“Is that the only reason you did that?” I teased.
“Hmm, there might have been other ones too,” she admitted, flipping onto her side to face me properly. “Like you said, we have to christen this place. It’s only fair.”
I laughed and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her onto me.
“Yeah, good to know where I stand in your importance,” I shot back as I inhaled the scent of her hair. Glancing down, I admired the slight curve of her stomach where she lay against me, her dress still hitched up to her waist.
“Starting to really show now, right?” she murmured, noticing in what direction I was staring. I grinned, cupping my hand around the bump.
“They really are,” I replied. “How long till we find out what we’re having, again?”
“Not long,” she promised. “You think it’s a girl, like Taylor?”
“I honestly don’t care,” I replied, and it was the truth. “As long as that thing comes out with ten fingers and ten toes, I’m going to be happy.”
“That thing?” she protested playfully. “That’s our baby you’re talking about!”
“Yeah, so I get to call it what I want,” I laughed.
“Hmm, not sure that’s how it works…”
“What can I do to convince you?” I asked, leaning up and looking down at her with a pointed expression on my face. She raised her eyebrows and tucked her hand into my hair to pull me down for another kiss.
“Oh,” she murmured. “I can think of a few ideas…”