Chapter 23 #2
She stops and thinks for a second. “No, I guess I don’t.”
“One less thing to worry about,” I mutter. “But I still want to protect you from the scrutiny. From people like Owen making assumptions.”
“Owen’s an asshole who was going to be an asshole regardless.” She tilts her head. “And I can handle scrutiny. But I don’t think I can handle sitting in the family section, cheering on my husband’s team, and pretending all season that I’m just a guest.”
My husband. Christ, I love hearing her say that. “You’re a force of nature, Molly Henderson.”
She beams at me. “I think I prefer when you call me Molly Rosehill, Coach.”
Christ indeed. “Then tomorrow we’ll talk to management and legal and figure out the next steps.”
A small smile plays at her lips. “I have another idea.”
“Of course you do, Whirlwind.” I kiss her forehead. “What is it?”
She’s already typing something on her phone. “What do you think of this?”
I read it as she types it out.
Some of you noticed me at today’s game. Hi, I’m Molly.
I work in PR for the Outlaws, and three months ago, I had to step in last minute and serve as Captain Citrus when our favorite coach volunteered to get married at home plate.
And then something funny happened … (Follow for part two if you want more!)
“Wait, so … you aren’t going to tell them?” I think I’m too old to understand her idea here.
Good thing I have a wife to translate it for me.
“Not yet. I know that we need to run this by the team. That’s important.
As someone who works for the front office, I know we need to have a coordinated response here, but it needs to be timely, and we need to show the team that we’re going to make this fun, not a drama, not a scandal. ”
“You’re so fucking smart.” I kiss her temple.
“I know it might be inconvenient, but I don’t think we can wait until tomorrow.”
I blink down at her. “Baby, the team’s legal counsel can be called in any hour of the day or night.”
“Right now?”
“Not immediately.” I let go of her long enough to cross to the door and close it.
Lock it.
Then I pick up my wife and carry her to my desk. A few binders tumble to the floor as I set her down.
“Jeff!”
“We need to prepare properly for this meeting,” I growl.
She takes a quick, shallow breath. “What do you mean?”
I think she knows exactly what I mean. But I’m happy to spell it out for my pretty, sexy wife.
“I want you freshly fucked and full of my seed when the corporate suits sit down across from us. I want them to have zero doubt about how much you’re mine, how much we’re in love, and how it would be a very, very bad idea to try to talk me out of this.”
“That’s …” Her breath hitches. Filthy. Scandalous. Dangerous. “Perfect.”
I crush my mouth against hers. She squeaks, her legs flailing until I guide them around my hips.
And that’s when I realize my wife isn’t wearing any panties.
She came to my office to get fucked.
I shove my pants down, freeing my cock, rocking the rigid length against the welcoming cleft of her pussy.
Just being skin to skin with her is fucking sexy. I don’t even need to be inside her, but I want to. I want to bury my cock tight and deep, want to fill her up the way she fills my heart.
“You’re everything to me, you know that?” I drag my mouth to her neck, to that sensitive spot behind her ear. “My wife. My love. My everything. You make me want to work harder than I’ve ever worked before, just so you can see me succeed.”
“You do work hard,” she pants. “I’m so proud of you.”
“I’ll do better.”
“I believe you.” She catches my face and presses her forehead to mine. Her eyes are wide and sweet, guileless and perfect. “But you don’t need to be better for me. You’re already perfect.”
“Five more months and I’m all yours.” I work my cock against her entrance. “Are you going to make me wait until then to put a baby in you, sweetheart?”
She moans and rolls her head.
I fist my cock, working just the tip inside her. Not giving her another inch until she tells me that she wants it as much as I do. And I know she does.
“Nobody will know,” I promise her. “It’ll take months to show. I’m gonna get you behind a white picket fence before anyone knows you’ve got a bun in the oven. But I’ll know. I’ll know that you let me seed you now. That you believed in me and us.”
“Do it,” she pants. “Please, Coach. Put a baby in me.”
I groan, an unholy sound, and I thrust home, sinking balls deep inside my best girl. My forever girl.
“I love calling you Coach.” Her voice is thick like honey, heavy with arousal.
My fingers tighten on her hips, slapping our bodies together. “Call me husband.”
“You are my husband, Coach.” Her voice catches as I shove a little deeper. Right to the entrance of her womb. “Married you by accident, but I would have chosen you every time, in every life. I do choose you, tonight and every night.”
I curve around her, closing us into a private, tight little universe of two people. Nothing else matters.
I waited half my life for this woman, and now I’m inside her, making up for lost time.
“Yes, husband. Just like that.” Her voice swirls around me.
I yank the top of her sundress down, revealing a delicate, barely there bra. Her nipples strain at me through the fabric, and I duck my head, pulling one of the taut peaks into my mouth, then the other, sucking at her flesh until she’s moaning so loud it’s bouncing off the walls.
She tugs at my shirt, wanting it off me.
I squeeze her tits, then work my fingers into the bra cups, freeing her soft, bouncing flesh.
Together, we get as skin to skin as we can without interrupting our desperate coupling, and then we slam back together. Her tits brush my chest, her ass jiggling in my hands as she rides my dick, her pussy hot and tight around me.
“Gotta plant my seed deep so it doesn’t slide down your thighs in this meeting,” I growl. “Since you’re a bad girl who left her panties somewhere else.”
“Didn’t know I needed them,” she pants.
“You fucking don’t. I want you to feel my cum between your legs as you tell them that you’re my wife.”
She sucks in a broken moan and I lean in more, bending her backward, shoving everything else off my desk so I can lay her out.
“Fucking hell, Molly, the things I wanted to do to you in this sundress earlier.” I yank my cock out of her and shove her thighs up to her ears so I can take a hungry lick of her slit. “One day, baby. One day, I’m having you on the outfield.”
Another moan, this one lustier, and I know she’s close. I climb on top of her and sink balls deep, not pulling out again, just staying deep as I rut on top of my wife, as I grind against her perfect little clit and her soft, sweet pussy.
“Breed your wife,” she whispers. “I want to be pregnant for the rest of the season.”
And then she’s coming, a tight squeeze around my cock, and I’m a goner. With a howl, I snap my hips, thrusting furiously as I pour everything I am into her eager little cunt.