Chapter 33
Thirty-Three
Theo is 29 weeks pregnant
Baby is the size of a butternut squash
I t was nursery day.
Theo was dressed in worn overalls and a snug T-shirt, her bare feet tapping softly against the hardwood floor as she surveyed the room. She looked ready, eager to get started. I was dressed in my backward cap and an old pair of mesh shorts that I didn’t care about getting dirty.
The first thing we needed to do was paint, which was the most exciting part for me.
I poured the milk-brown paint we’d picked out into two flat trays, watching the creamy color swirl before it settled. Placing a roller in each tray, I turned to Theo with a grin.
We’d woken up early, shared a quiet breakfast, and I savored a strong cup of coffee before we dove into the project
Since our conversation the other day, nothing had really changed—but somehow, everything had. The glances we exchanged lingered, the touches felt more intentional, and the unspoken energy between us shifted into something that felt undeniably deeper. The words I’d neglected to say out right were clearly understood.
“Alright, Honey, grab that roller and get to work,” I instructed, grabbing a small brush to start on the trim. Theo wasn’t tall or agile enough to cover more than what was directly in front of her.
Instead of insisting she sit this out, I wanted her to feel helpful. She could paint the middle of the walls, and I’d take care of the rest.
“Sir, yes, sir.” She gave a mock salute. As Theo picked up her roller, flashing me an excited smile, it hit me that this was more than just a room we were painting. It was the beginning of something beautifully new.
“One pass at a time. We don’t want it to look spotty,” I reminded her. Theo nodded, her pigtails swaying with the movement.
Before I could finish trimming a whole wall, Theo was done. When I tell you she probably covered a three-foot radius, I was being generous. Each wall had a stripe right across the middle.
“Okay, now what?” she asked, swaying her body back and forth. I was lying on the ground, paintbrush in hand, trying not to get paint where it didn’t belong. My attention couldn’t be swayed because I refused to tape before I started the project. Call it masculine stubbornness.
When I didn’t answer her right away, she took a step closer to me, and I could feel her looming above, staring. That made my hand start to shake.
“I said, now what,” she repeated herself.
Letting out a laugh, I rolled on my back and stared at her. “I’ve got to keep trimming the walls before we can use the extended roller and paint the rest.”
“What can I do?”
“Let me finish this wall, and then you can paint more.”
Theo stepped away, the paint roller dangling from her hand. I resumed my job, focusing completely on the wall, needing it to be perfect.
The sound of crinkling plastic broke my concentration. Theo was pacing back and forth across the drop cloth, her bare feet shifting it noisily with each step. She looked restless, clearly bored out of her mind.
A cold hand touched my cheek, causing me to jolt the brush against the wall. Glancing over, I saw Theo, brown-handed, smirking at me.
“Did you just put a handprint of paint on my face?” I asked, my tone laced with disbelief.
Theo nodded, biting her bottom lip to stifle a grin.
“Are you really that bored?”
“I don’t like sitting here doing nothing, so I let the intrusive thought win,” she quipped, shrugging innocently.
“Clearly,” I replied dryly.
Theo stepped closer, her other hand tucked suspiciously behind her back.
“What are you doing?” I asked, raising my hands defensively, already bracing for whatever mischief she had planned.
“Having some fun,” she said, inching toward me with a grin that screamed trouble.
“Theo,” I warned, slowly standing and gripping my paintbrush like it was some kind of weapon. Not that it would stop her.
Her grin only widened as she crept closer, her eyes glinting.
Glancing to my right, I quickly bent down and put my hand in the paint, too. I gave her a testing glance, and she didn’t back away. I approached her, my pace matching hers as we danced like two fighters in the ring.
“Watch your step!” Theo squealed and pointed at the ground. Like the fool I was, I looked away from her and immediately regretted my choice because she pounced. Her paint-covered hand found its mark, landing on my T-shirt.
I laughed and spun around, placing my painted hand on her back as she tried to escape. Theo spun with a gasp, her jaw unhinged.
“What? Didn’t think I’d give it back?”
Theo moved quickly. As I wrapped her in my arms, her back pressed against my front. She wiggled, trying to move from my grasp, but was unsuccessful. Her ass rubbed against my cock, jolting it awake. With the paintbrush still in my hand, I dragged it across her belly and then up her arm in a swift motion.
Out of pure luck, Theo was able to break free enough to spin and face me, both hands coming up to cup my cheeks.
Our breaths were labored, panting inches away from each other. Her paint-smeared palms left two marks on my face. I reached mine to hers, cupping one cheek. We were a mess—paint-splattered and chaotic, our light brown smudges matching the walls we’d been working on.
My eyes darted between hers, a frantic pinball trapped in its machine. The need to close the gap, to kiss her, to mix my paint with hers, overwhelmed me.
So, I gave in.
My lips crashed against her, firm and unrelenting. My hand stayed on her face, grounding us in the chaos as she melted into the kiss, pulling me closer, eliminating any trace of space between us.
I walked us backward, her back hitting the wall with a deep thud. Our lips didn’t stop, neither of us coming up for air as my tongue explored her mouth frantically.
Theo’s hands left my face and trailed down my body, streaks left in her wake. The cool sensation was felt under my shirt as she reached my stomach.
I pulled away from the kiss, her slender fingers dipping into the waistband of my shorts.
“Was this your plan all along?” I asked.
“Maybe,” she replied, bringing her bottom lip between her teeth.
“All you had to do was ask, Honey.”
She kissed me again, using one hand to pull me closer by the collar of my shirt. Fumbling for the claps of her overalls, I refused to break away. I’d feel my way around because there was no chance I’d stop the kiss.
Finally, the front of her overalls fell down, revealing the tight shirt that spread across her breasts. Theo pushed me, rolling us over against the wall, so now she was on top. With the thud of my back against the wall she broke and stared at me with a wicked grin.
“It’s my turn to taste you,” she muttered against my lips, giving me one last kiss before sinking to her knees.
“Theo,” I protested.
“Be a good boy and take it.” She pulled down my pants, boxers and all, allowing my cock to spring free. It was hard and aching, knowing Theo was on her knees before me. “I hope I can fit all of you in my mouth.”
“Fuck,” I groaned, my head falling back, making contact with the wall.
Theo took me, slowly teasing the tip with her tongue. I needed to watch her, see her with a mouth full of my cock. When I looked down, her eyes were already on me and she hummed in approval like she’d been waiting.
Through hooded eyes, she took me all the way until my tip hit the back of her throat, not once taking her eyes off me. Tears began to prick, and she gagged slightly but didn’t stop.
Seeing her gag on my cock sent a tingle up my spine, release already knocking.
I had to look away; I couldn’t bust yet.
Theo dove in, placing both hands on the backs of my legs and moving her mouth along my shaft. Her tongue popped out, swirling around the base as I buried deep in her mouth.
One hand that was on the back of my thigh moved inside, a finger dragging up and along my balls. The feeling was indescribable. My skin pricked as she held me in her palm.
“Theo, fuck!” I groaned, my head snapping down to watch again. She was grinning. She knew she had me.
My cock sprang from her mouth as she pulled away. Without warning, she lifted my dick and her tongue ran from base to tip. It tickled but in the best way possible.
The warmth from her mouth left my shaft and latched onto my balls, using her tongue to create circles on the sensitive skin.
The arousal was almost too much. I closed my eyes, and little white stars burst behind my eyelids. It was euphoric in a way I’d never experienced. Theo broke me, snapping a thread I’d been keeping taught.
“Stand up. Now,” I growled, wanting to pick her up by those slutty pigtails.
“So soon?” she cooed, sitting back on her heels and batting her eyes at me.
“Theo. Up.” The words came out short and to the point; elaboration was unnecessary.
I was ready to fuck.
If this was her goal, to make me lose my shit, she won.
Theo stood on command like a good girl, arms crossed behind her. I took my cock in my hand, stroking it as I stared at her swollen mouth, saliva dripping on her chin.
I used my finger to beckon her closer, and she stepped towards me without hesitation. My hand reached out and wiped the dribble with my thumb.
“Dirty, girl,” I purred. “Get undressed.”
Theo obeyed. In seconds, she was naked in front of me for the second time, and it was a sight I’d never get used to.
I pulled the shirt over my head and bent down, dipping my hand in paint. Slow and full of anticipation, I stalked to her, but she didn’t budge. I took her breast in my palm and pinched her hard peak, the paint leaving a handprint over her breast
“This is mine,” I said.
Doing the same to the next breast.
“And this.”
I circled her, like a hawk with its prey. Bringing my hand back, I slapped it against her ass. There was a loud crack, and Theo winced. Another hand print left behind. With every touch, I was marking her, marking my territory so she’d hopefully get the hint that this was all mine. Every inch of woman that stood in front of me.
I stepped up behind her, my breath tickling her ear.
“Hands on the wall, Honey. Now.”
My voice was commanding, not going to take no for an answer. Luckily for me, there was little protest. Theo walked towards the wall and placed both hands in the wet paint.
“Like this?” She asked, giving me a glance over her shoulder.
“Just like that,” I praised. Moving closer with deliberate steps, I kicked each of her feet wider so I could see her dripping pussy on display. “When it dries, I’ll be able to see those hands whenever I step foot in this room and remember exactly what I’m about to do to you.”
Spreading her, I bent down and spit between her legs. Not that she needed it; this woman was soaked for me. Theo whimpered when my warm saliva hit her exposed skin.
I slapped her ass again, this time the other cheek and watched it recoil. Holy, fuck .
Taking a moment, I admired her beauty. The curve of her ass, those pigtails draped down her back, and the paint I’d place on her skin.
“I want you to keep these legs spread for me, okay?” I asked, stepping up closer behind her, lining my cock at her entrance. Theo wiggled her ass, begging for me.
With my cock in my hand, I rubbed it along her entrance, teasing her. I was ready to plunge into her heat, feel her clench against my shaft as she let loose.
I’d thought about this endlessly over the past few weeks. My body ached for her since the first taste, but the gentleman in me had kept those desires in check—barely. Now, knowing she’d let me cherish her again, I was never going to hold back.
I was completely lost in Theo—the curve of her smile, the depths of her hazel eyes, the irresistible pull that seemed to draw me closer with every breath. She didn’t know it yet, but she was stuck with me. Forever.
I pushed into her with no warming up this time. She’d take all of me like I knew she could.
Slamming into her tight heat, I pumped over and over as our bodies connected. She was slick with need, my cock sliding effortlessly in and out as she moaned my name.
“You’re mine, Theo.” I bent to whisper into her ear, not letting up on my thrusts. “You have me.”
“Rhodes,” Theo moaned, her head falling forward as her forehead hit the wall. “You fuck me so good.”
My hands that were on her hips, pulling for leverage, released. The moment I saw those pigtails months ago, I wanted to know what they’d feel like wrapped around my fist. Now was my chance.
Reaching up, I grabbed the hair in my hands and yanked her head back towards me. She gasped, looking at me from the side of her eye. My hips stopped, my cock still inside her.
“I’m going to do something. If you don’t like it, tell me,” I whispered in her ear, placing kisses on her exposed neck.
I took my hand, reaching around, a knuckle applying pressure to her behind. Theo moaned, and her jaw went slack.
“Fuck, yes,” She cried, bending more, but my hands in her hair kept her head in place.
“Do you like it when I put pressure there, Honey?” I asked, adding more.
Theo nodded, panting at the sensation. I took her positive response as an indication to keep going.
I fucked her hard as I slammed my hips into her, my knuckle giving her just enough pressure from behind. The room was filled with a symphony of grunts and moans. My legs were burning from how I was angled to pump inside her. Between the slight pain and the slickness around my cock, I wasn’t able to hold back any longer. With a loud exhale, I released inside her, pumping until I knew I was empty and she was filled with me .
“Oh, fuck Rhodes,” Theo panted, as she rode her climax, coming undone around my shaft. “You’re so good.”
I laughed, pulling from her and standing to stretch my legs. Sex with Theo was better than I could’ve ever imagined. She was so responsive. I liked the praise.
Theo spun around, holding her palms up covered in paint from the wall. We both took a look at where she’d been standing, and two hand prints stared back at us.
“I’m not painting over those,” I said, coming up to wrap her in an embrace. Our naked bodies pressed together, and I soaked in the warmth of her bare skin on mine.
“What will we tell people when they come in here?” She asked into my chest. “Two random handprints on the wall?”
“I don’t care,” I replied, kissing the top of her head. Theo giggled and pulled away, looking up at me.
I couldn’t stop the smile spreading across my face. I was grinning like an idiot—a happy, ridiculous idiot—looking at the woman who had reignited something in me I thought I’d lost forever.
One look at her, with those messy pigtails and worn overalls, and I felt something stir in me for the first time in ages. It was her acceptance, her quiet attention, that made me feel cared for again. It was her moving into my house that finally made it feel like a home.