Chapter Twenty-Seven
chapter twenty-seven
NATE
“Oh my God! Look at how adorable this is!” Paige laughs as she lifts up a onesie that reads Plot Twist with an open book underneath it.
We’ve spent the weekend at my parents’ vacation house in Southampton, just the two of us. Because I’m always so busy with work, I rarely take the time to fly to the East Coast to enjoy the house, but I figured it would be the perfect getaway for Paige and me.
It’s nine thousand square feet, it has a pool and Jacuzzi in the backyard, and it backs up to a private beach. While Paige loves the amenities, her favorite part of the trip seems to be the shops. Now that we know the baby’s gender, she’s started to shop for clothes, and even though shopping is probably my least favorite thing to do, I love watching the way her face lights up every time she finds another adorable outfit.
“That’s cute,” I tell her, taking it and adding it to the basket of stuff she’s already picked out.
She’s browsing the rest of the baby clothes when her phone chirps with an incoming message. She stops to check it, and then she looks up at me with a glare.
“What?” I ask, my stomach dropping.
This weekend has been damn good, filled with delicious food, great conversation, and amazing sex, and the last thing I want is for it to be ruined.
“Why didn’t you tell me your birthday is next weekend?”
“What?” I repeat.
She turns the phone around, and I read the text she just received…from my mother.
Joanne
Hey, Paige! I don’t know if Nathan told you, but his birthday is on Saturday, and we usually celebrate it here, taking him to his favorite steakhouse. I would love it if you came to Dallas with him. We miss you and would love to spend time with you.
I scroll up and see this isn’t the first text my mom’s sent her. There’s actually several. Many of them asking how Paige is doing. There’s one from Paige, sharing the ultrasound pics showing that we’re having a boy. I, of course, already shared that info with my family as soon as we found out since Paige had said it was fine to do so, but I had no idea she’d been texting with my mom.
“You’ve been texting with my mom?”
“Umm…yeah,” she says sheepishly. “She gave me her number when we visited, and after I texted her to th ank her for a wonderful weekend, we continued to text. I hope that’s okay.”
“Of course it is,” I say. “I love that you’re comfortable with her enough to text with her.”
“We talk on the phone too,” she admits. “She’s so sweet, and she reminds me a lot of my mom,” she says, squeezing the fuck out of my heart. “I miss her so much, and with the baby coming, it’s been nice, being able to talk to her. She’s so excited about the baby.”
“I’m glad you have her.” I pull her into my arms and drop a quick kiss to her pillow-soft lips. “My family loves you almost as much as I do.”
“Why didn’t you tell me it’s your birthday?” she asks again.
“It honestly slipped my mind. Between the shitstorm with the hotel and you being in the hospital and then us going away, I haven’t thought about it.”
“Are you going to Dallas for your birthday?”
“That depends.” I hold her tighter, loving the way her bump presses against me. “Are you going with me?”
“I’d love to,” she says, reaching up and pecking my lips. “We can make a long weekend out of it. I have tons of PTO, so we can leave Friday if you want and stay through Monday.”
“That sounds perfect. Now, let’s check out so we can go back to the house. I’m starved.”
“You’re hungry already?” Paige asks incredulously. “We just ate lunch.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t have any dessert. ”
I waggle my brows, and her eyes light up knowingly.
“Well, in that case, let’s go.”
“Holy shit, I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever!” Dustin pulls me in for a hug and slaps me on the back. “How does it feel to be an old man?”
“Thirty-five is hardly old,” I scoff. “And you just saw me in our meeting yesterday.”
I might be working remotely until we figure out what to do about me leaving Bradford since I’ll be moving to Rosemary permanently soon, but my brothers and I video-chat damn near every day.
“Yeah, but it’s not the same as seeing your ugly mug in person.”
Everyone laughs, but when I glance at Paige, I notice she’s sporting a frown.
“You okay?” I ask.
“Yeah,” she says, plastering a fake smile on her face.
If we weren’t in front of my entire family, I would push her, knowing damn well something is wrong, but I let it go for now.
“Oh, Paige!” my mom coos. “Look at your bump. May I touch it?”
“Of course,” Paige says, giving my mom a genuine smile. “And feel this.”
She takes my mom’s hand and places it on her belly. She holds it there for a few seconds while I grin, knowing what’s about to happen .
“Oh my God!” Mom shrieks, tears filling her eyes. “Was that…did he just kick?”
“He did,” Paige says with a grin.
We started feeling him kick a few days ago, and when Paige is asleep and my mind is running, I can lie there for hours with my hand on her belly, waiting for our little guy to make an appearance.
“Can I feel?” Penny asks.
“Sure.” Paige guides her hand to her belly, and when the baby kicks, her face lights up again.
“I miss being pregnant.” Penny pouts to Carmine.
“Oh no. No way.” My brother laughs. “You can live vicariously through Paige. We agreed two and done.”
“I know, but what’s one more?” She flutters her lashes, and Carmine groans.
“We’ll talk about this later,” he says, making Penny grin.
There’s very little Carmine wouldn’t do for his wife, and I have no doubt that if she genuinely wants another baby, he’ll happily give it to her.
“Come sit,” Mom says, taking Paige’s hand and guiding her into the living room. “Tell me everything. How was your trip? How are you feeling? Have you started to get the baby’s room ready?”
We spend the day at my parents’ place. My dad grills while the kids play in the pool, and everyone eats their weight in delicious food.
I haven’t brought up to Dustin what Paige overheard, but when I find us alone in the kitchen while Paige is in the pool outside, I decide to mention it. It’s not that I’m mad. I know he wouldn’t say anything to hurt Paige, but he needs to be aware that she overheard so it doesn’t happen again.
“Paige overheard you and Valerie talking when we were here for Dad’s birthday.”
Dustin’s eyes go wide. “Oh shit.”
“Yeah. She thinks you guys don’t like her because you think she’s taking me away from the family business.”
“Fuck.” He shakes his head. “I don’t remember exactly what was said, but we’d never blame her, and we sure as hell didn’t mean to upset her. Valerie and I are worried about what it will mean for the future of Bradford. Dad’s been talking about maybe staying on as CEO a bit longer and training Valerie, but she’s afraid of not being able to fill your shoes. Everyone knows you’re the best at what you do. It’s like you were made to run Bradford, you know?”
Damn it, I know how much my mom has been looking forward to my dad retiring at the end of next year. She’s already started planning their vacations.
“I get it,” I tell him. “But we’ll figure it out. I can work remotely for the time being, and I can help train Valerie as well if she wants to take that leap.”
“It would help, but there are too many meetings you need to be in Dallas for, and when your son is here, you’re not going to want to be traveling back and forth.”
“I know,” I agree. “But we’ll handle it. And just for the record, both you and Valerie are more than qualified to take my place. You guys don’t give yourselves enough credit.”
I hate that my family is stressing because of me, but I don’t know how to fix it. After spending time with Paige, I know my home is where she is, and since that’s in Rosemary, that means I’m going to have to eventually cut ties with Bradford and find a job locally because Dustin is right. Traveling is already a part of running a hotel chain, but if I try to work remotely after the baby comes, it will only add to the already-necessary travel, and the last thing I want is to leave Paige with the brunt of caring for our baby.
“We’ll see.” Dustin shrugs.
I open my mouth to say something else, but the sound of the French doors opening stops me, and it’s a good thing since Paige walks in, glancing at my brother and me.
“Hey,” she says carefully, her eyes darting between Dustin and me, obviously worried about what she walked in on. “I have to use the bathroom.”
“I was thinking,” Dustin says with a smirk on his face. “If you need help naming the baby, you could name him Dustin, after the smartest Bradford in the family.”
Paige cracks a smile. “I’ll definitely take that into consideration.”
When she leaves us alone again, Dustin pats my shoulder. “Like I told Valerie, I can’t imagine a life without her, and if she said tomorrow that she wanted to move to fucking Alaska, I’d buy the thickest jacket and follow her ass there. It sucks that Paige’s life is four hours away, but no matter what, you have your family, and we support both of you completely.”
“I love your family,” Paige says as she slides her leg over my torso so she’s straddling me. “They’re so nice to me.” She reaches back and strokes my cock through the material of my briefs, making me groan.
“Is that your way of flirting?” I say with a choked laugh. “Because I have to tell you, there are way sexier things you can say that don’t involve my family.” I grip the curve of her hips. “Like, Oh, Nate, I love how your cock fills me . Or I love when you eat my ?—”
“Okay,” Paige says, slapping her hand over my mouth before I can finish my sentence. “Sorry, I was just thinking about how nice this weekend has been, and I hate that we have to go back home. These trips away are spoiling me.”
“It was the perfect weekend,” I agree.
It didn’t matter whether we were at my parents’ for the barbecue or my birthday dinner or at Sunday brunch at the country club with my entire family, Paige fit in effortlessly with my family.
She gets along with my brothers and sisters-in-law. She and my mom seem to have developed their own relationship, complete with Paige calling her Ma. Even my dad is smitten with her, offering to make the baby’s bassinet—since woodwork is a hobby of his. He made one for Penny and Carmine, and they used it with both of their kids.
“But we can come back anytime we want,” I remind her. “Now, enough about my family.” I lift Paige’s shirt over her head, exposing her luscious breasts that are spilling over her thin lace bra and her tiny matching underwear. “The only thing I want to think about is being inside you.”
I reach around and undo her bra, watching as her breasts drop and her nipples harden. Then, I take one into my hand and bring her nipple to my lips, swirling my tongue around the hardened tip while I pinch the other nipple.
Paige throws her head back with a loud moan, her body so damn sensitive since she’s become pregnant.
I pull my briefs down, my hard cock bouncing up and hitting the back of her ass since she’s wearing a tiny thong. Before I can peel the material to the side and plunge into her warmth, she leans over, her perfect raindrop tits hanging in front of my face, and reaches behind her, grabbing my shaft and rubbing it along her ass crack, pushing the material to the side so we’re skin to skin.
“Fuck,” I breathe. “You know what your ass does to me. Don’t tease me unless you’re gonna let me have it.”
She smirks and then leans in so our mouths are almost touching. “You can have it.”
“What?” I question in shock at her response. “Are you sure?”
“Uh-huh.” She nods. “I want you to fuck my ass tonight. But you’d better make it good because the last time a guy—” She cuts herself off, her eyes going wide.
“The last time what?” I ask, wanting her to finish her thought. “Tell me.”
“You want me to talk about another guy in bed?”
“I want you to always tell me exactly what you’re thinking. Nothing is off-limits.”
“Okay,” she says. “Well, the last guy who tried to…” Her face tinges pink, and I have to stifle my laugh at how adorable she is. “You know…” she continues. “It wasn’t good. It hurt. So, if you don’t make this good, I’ll probably never let you do it again.”
“Oh, baby,” I say, one hundred percent up for the challenge. “I’m going to make it so good that you’ll be begging me to fuck it again.”
I lift her off me and set her on all fours so she’s facing the side of the bed with her ass facing the other side, and then I pad to my bathroom to grab the lube.
She waits exactly how I left her—with her tits and belly hanging and her ass in the air. She looks like a fucking wet dream, and I can’t believe she’s mine.
Before I focus on her ass, I come up next to her and palm her tits, rolling her nipples between my fingers. She moans in pleasure and then shocks me when she reaches down and fists my cock, bringing it straight to her mouth and swallowing my entire length .
I let her go to town on my cock, bobbing her head up and down, for a few minutes while I get lost in the pleasure. But when my balls start to harden, I force her mouth off me.
When she pouts, licking the saliva from the corners of her mouth, I shake my head.
“The only place I’m going to be coming is in your tight ass.”
As I walk around the bed, I glide my hand under her, palming her heavy breast and feeling her protruding belly that continues to grow my baby in it. When I get to her pussy, I hook my finger around the waistband of her underwear and tug them down her legs, tossing them to the side. Then, I slide a single finger down her pussy, starting at her clit and working my way through her wetness and up to her ass.
“You talk about me teasing you?” She glares back at me. “I’m going to explode if you don’t fuck me soon.”
“You want it to be good?” I ask, raising a brow. “Then, don’t rush me. I bet whatever dumbass fucked you back here didn’t take his time. He was too damn selfish to think about your pleasure above his, and that’s why it sucked. Now, let me make us both feel good.”
Without waiting for her to respond, I spread her cheeks and lift her ass. Then, I dip my face down and lick my way through her wet center and up to her hole. Paige drops her head and moans, and I have no doubt she’s going to love this.
I spend some time tonguing her tight hole, getting it nice and wet, while I massage her clit. It doesn’t take long for her orgasm to rip through her, her pussy dripping with her juices.
“My God, that feels so good,” she groans when I gather her juices, spread them all over her asshole, and push a single digit inside.
“You haven’t felt anything yet. Play with your tits while I get you ready for me.”
She does as I said while I finger her tight ass, adding another digit and then another. I work her up higher and higher until I feel her clenching around my fingers.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me again,” I tell her.
The more satiated she is, the easier my cock will slide into her tight ass.
A few seconds later, Paige calls out my name, coming for a second time.
Before she can come down from her high, I pull my fingers out, squirt some lube onto my cock, stroke it a couple of times to make sure it will slide in easily, and then guide myself into her.
She’s so blissed out from her two orgasms that she doesn’t resist, letting me slowly slide right in.
When my entire cock is in her ass, I stop and wait for her to get used to it, but my little minx once again shocks me when she wiggles her ass and says, “Please, Nate. I need you to fuck me,” as her hand disappears under her, no doubt to stroke her needy fucking clit.
Gripping the curves of her hips, I start to fuck her. I start off slow to make sure it feels good, and when she moans, I pick up my pace. She’s too warm and tight, and it feels too good. And when Paige begins to meet me thrust for thrust, I know I’m never going to last.
And then her third climax hits, her body shaking from the overstimulation, and her ass tightens, choking my cock like a fucking vise. And I come so damn hard that I swear I almost black out.
She doesn’t stop thrusting against me until her ass has milked my cock dry, and then she moves forward and drops onto her side, her eyes closed. She looks completely wrung out from her three orgasms and ass-fucking.
“Was it good?” I ask, lifting her into my arms to carry her to the bathroom.
“So good,” she says, her words coming out slurred, like she’s drunk off her orgasms. “But that doesn’t surprise me,” she murmurs. “Everything you do to me is good.”
I chuckle as I set her down in the shower and wash us both off. Once we’re clean, I dry her off, towel-dry her hair, and then help her get her pajamas on, all while Paige works to simply keep her eyes open. She might be horny, but she’s still pregnant, and she tires easily.
I lay her in bed, wrapping myself around her from behind, and she turns over so her head is nestled in the crook of my arm and her belly is pushing against my side.
“Thank you for taking such good care of me,” she murmurs once she’s situated. “I was so scared to let you in, but you always put me first.”
“And I always will,” I tell her, watching as her eyelashes flutter against the apples of her cheeks.
Her breathing evens out, and her body goes lax with sleep.
I lean down and kiss her forehead, inhaling her scent that I’ve grown addicted to. “I’ll always put you and our baby first. Always.”