23. Abby
Abby
“What do you mean I have to leave?” River protests.
“Riv, I told you, it’s a buddy read with Abby,” Kennedy explains as her fiancé whines in the kitchen while Clay laughs in the corner.
“But Malloy gets to stay!” River points, and Malloy is enthralled in the book I read with Kennedy, so he’s not even paying attention to the conversation.
“He’s not here for the book; he’s here to update me on his mom,” I chime in, enjoying my craving for cookies and sriracha, my newest obsession.
Kennedy is eyeing me, disgust evident in the way she’s watching me savor each bite. “You’re worse than Samara. You know that, right?”
I flip her the bird and continue to enjoy my latest delightful treat.
“Let’s go and leave them be. You don’t want to be here for this book talk anyhow.” Clay pats his brother on the shoulder. “I looked the title up online. The book is boring as hell.”
Clay walks over to the couch and, without thinking, kisses me goodbye.
The room goes silent, and it’s only then we realize our mistake.
We keep messing around like these lovesick fools, and I’ve enjoyed everything about it.
It’s been sort of fun, sneaking around and getting hot and heavy behind closed doors without anyone knowing about it.
Everything about our little secret has felt very dirty.
I don’t know why. It’s not like what we are doing is forbidden and I’m not pregnant with his child.
My hormones are driving me batty, so any chance we get, we are on top of each other. We are still keeping a low profile until we figure this out between us. At least, that was the plan until Clay just outed us.
“You fucker!” Malloy lets out.
He reaches into his back pocket and pulls a fifty and throws it at Kennedy. “I’ve known you two point five seconds, and I’m already giving you my money. Goddamnit!”
“Yeah, she’s sneaky like that. I told you not to let that pretty face fool you,” River says, glaring at his wife-to-be.
She blows a kiss to her fiancé.
“You’re still betting on us, and you got Malloy in on it?” I punch Malloy in the bicep.
“Damn, Abby. I bruise like a peach!” He rubs his arm. “I’ve got a date tomorrow, so lay off spots where she might see my valuable assets.” He flexes his biceps and waggles his brows, then opens the book and keeps reading.
“To clarify, we are taking it slow,” Clay says.
River is about to interject when Clay continues, “And do not add another bet on how long it takes for us to put a label on this, you assholes.”
River slams his mouth shut and then winks at Kennedy, meaning those two will have a bet going by the end of the night. Then I see a slight nod from Malloy, and I know the three of them already have a fucking plan.
“Get the hell out, Nichols twins!” I point at both of them.
“See what you did!” Clay says to River. “You made her mad, and now I won’t get any.”
“You probably weren’t getting any after you outed your little secret!” he taunts, and Clay gives him the double bird in response.
I roll my eyes, and they finally leave the apartment. Lola gets comfortable at my feet, and Malloy looks up from the book.
“What is Clay talking about ‘boring’? This book is hot as fuck.” He flips the pages to the front and then compares the cover to the table of contents. “What the hell?”
Kennedy and I laugh. The dust jacket is removed to reveal the actual book we are reading.
The book Clay thought we were reading looked to be a self-help book, but in reality, we are reading a smutty book.
It’s all over social media, and we thought we’d throw the guys off and replace the dust jacket.
It worked, and we’ve been carrying it everywhere.
“The scenes are out of control. This is not possible. I mean, how is any man supposed to live up to this in actuality?” he says, opening it again and reading even more.
“I mean, I tried a few things out,” Kennedy admits, her face turning a bright shade of pink.
“Shut up!” I poke her with my foot.
“Well, I was curious. Malloy, this doesn’t leave the room!” She glares at him, and I think, as strong as Malloy might be, he could be scared of Kennedy. She’s got her boardroom face on, so she’s quite intimidating at the moment.
“I swear, I won’t say a word. Also, how do I get admittance into this book club?” he asks.
“Oh, this isn’t a book club,” I say.
“Then make it one,” he says, grabbing one of my cookies, unfortunately, faster than me because I try to slap it out of his hands.
“Don’t steal food from a pregnant woman,” I seethe.
“You have a whole sleeve, Maleficent,” he teases.
“You know, it might be fun to have a book club,” Kennedy says. “Dom here has a point.” She thumbs over to Malloy.
“Dom? What the fuck?” Malloy protests.
“You sort of remind me of one of the alpha males in those Dom/sub books I read. You’re built like one.”
“Thank you?” He looks at me, not sure if Kennedy is being kind or a jerk. I think that’s her way of welcoming him into the group. I smile in return. I think she likes him.
This might be exactly what Malloy needs to distract him, not only from his mom’s illness, but from everything going on with the Rios and Baylee debacle.
I think so much is crumbling from the life he’s used to, and he needs a new normal to acclimate to.
Hopefully we can be his new support system to lean on.
I’m brushing my teeth later that night when I hear Clay walk in. I’m all worked up after talking about the book and I will admit, I started an audiobook that is just as dirty. I have been waiting for Clay to get home because I sort of need a release.
“Abby, where are you?” I hear him yell from the front.
“I’m brushing my teeth,” I say, rinsing my mouth out. I was going for a sexy look, so I rush to spit out my toothpaste. Luckily, I have already changed, so my plan is halfway there.
I was on the smaller side when it came to my pregnant belly, but in the last week, it popped. I am no longer able to hide the fact that I am expecting. I am embracing every aspect of this look, and Clay eyes me each chance he gets.
As ravenous as we’ve been with one another, he’s been letting me set the pace with how fast we move.
He’s been sweet, taking me to the farmers’ market, something we did often when we first moved in together.
We’ve also been going on walks after dinner, which we did after getting married, and making some of my favorite meals together.
Tonight, I decided to do something I used to do when we first started dating: I put on some sexy lingerie.
I used to wear the cutest sets before I began to feel like having sex was a chore.
I opted for one that still fit: a red and black ensemble.
My boobs are going to pop right out the minute I bend over, but I doubt Clay will mind.
If Clay is going to put effort into little pieces of our past pushing into our future, I think I should do the same.
The confidence boost this gives me is uplifting.
I feel sexy and seen in this outfit, not just knowing Clay will love it on me, but the fact that I feel good wearing it.
The way my body looks, each curve in it, even the roundness of it, is making me feel bold and powerful.
The extra weight I might be carrying now that I have a baby inside me is something I’m embracing.
Clay rounds the corner from the hallway, and I know the moment he spots me because he’s mid-sentence and stops. He must have his phone in his hand because I hear a thud hit the ground.
“Hey, baby, I was wondering if you could help me out with a few of these pieces of fabric,” I say, acting all innocent as I look over my shoulder at the strap of lingerie like I’m completely clueless.
I threw some heels on, loving the way my legs look.
I am on the shorter side, but having the added inches gives me the confidence to stride across the room toward Clay while he just stands there, his eyes trailing down my body.
I love the way his eyes trail down my skin, feeling like it might catch on fire from just his gaze.
“What’s wrong, Clay? You feeling alright?” I pout for added role-play.
I can already see him stiffening behind his jeans, so I reach him and immediately cup his dick and rub him from the outside of his pants. He moans at the contact and takes a deep breath in.
“Fuck, Abby, you look edible.”
“I’d hope so,” I say, biting down on my lower lip. “You see, I’m feeling a little needy tonight. You think you can help me out with that?”
He moans, and I think he whimpers a low “Yes, please” under his breath.
I put my hand against his chest and push him up against the door. A loud thump ricochets against the wall where the door connects. His mouth hangs open like he’s still in shock at what he sees. I’m amazed nothing has fallen out of place from my bra yet.
I keep my eyes on him while I move my hands down his shirt, slowly letting my nails scrape down his abs. His hard body is such a turn-on, and the way his muscles tense under my fingers is spurring me on.
I reach his belt buckle and start to undo it, then unbutton his pants. Then I push his pants down, his boxers going with them.
His erection springs free, and I lick my lips. I see Clay look down, and his breaths increase, the anticipation evident as he realizes what’s about to happen.
“Abby, baby, are you sure?” He moves his hand through my hair.
I answer by getting on my knees and licking the slit at the head of his cock.
“Fuck me.” His head falls back, hitting the wall.
His response only gives me the reassurance I need to keep going, confidence running through my veins. I open my mouth wider and take him all the way in, his head hitting the back of my throat.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Abby, fuck.” He breathes in, I assume to keep himself from coming, and I start to fuck him with my mouth.
I peek up at him and see him looking down at me, moving his hands through my hair, making sure to have a full view of me moving along his shaft. Although I’m on my knees, I know I’m in full control right now. This kind of power is so intoxicating.
I moan, and that causes him to moan. I know the vibration only makes him moan louder, so he is lost in bliss at the moment.
I’m holding onto his hips, his hands in my hair, tears falling down my face. I’m so wet right now, so I take one of my hands off his body and start to move it toward my clit. I’m about to pleasure myself, to get myself off so we can fall off that cliff together, when he pops me off him.
“No fucking way. I come inside my pussy.” He grabs me like I weigh nothing, pulling me into his arms.
I wrap myself around him, my legs locking behind his back, as he turns me around so that my back is against the wall. He moves so fast that I don’t even realize what’s happening until he slides my lace panties to the side, and I feel his erection at my center. In one fell swoop, he’s inside me.
My nails dig into his back, and he begins to move, causing my breasts to start to bouncing until they pop out of the damn cups.
He kisses me hard, his hand moving between us, pulling at my bra until he unclasps it in the back and tosses it to the ground.
The animalistic way in which we go at it only spurs me on, and my orgasm rushes into me.
He pulls away slightly, leaving room for my growing belly but also giving space to see him moving in and out, and it’s fucking hot. This is how we used to be, like we couldn’t get enough of each other.
“Fuck, Abby, you’re everything, baby,” he says, looking up at me, then back down to where we are joined.
He’s greedy tonight and wants another orgasm from me, so he moves his hand between us.
He angles us, his cock hitting that spot deep inside me where I know I’ll see stars.
I grab onto his shoulders, needing the extra support.
He moves his hand down to my clit and begins to stroke my nub while I move a hand up to tease my nipple. The combination is sensation overload.
“That’s right, keep touching yourself like that. Take control; you’re so fucking sexy,” he chants, and it’s a turn-on to hear him talk to me like that.
“Yes, Clay, right there, you fuck me so good,” I say as I arch my back, hitting my head on the wall behind me, and we both keep moaning.
The pleasure is at every corner, almost all-encompassing.
I swear I can feel my orgasm creeping up, and when I fall off the edge, I see the colors of the rainbow paint my vision.
I scream so loud and arch off the wall. Clay grabs me and licks me up my sternum, then bites my nipple.
It only intensifies the entire experience, and then I feel his climax coat my insides.
Ropes of his cum feel like they go on forever, and I swear we stand there, panting for what feels like hours.
Once we come down from our highs, my legs feel like jelly when my feet hit the ground.
“I swear, it has never been that good, Abby,” he says, his head against my shoulder, his breaths tickling my skin.
I pull his head up so his hazel eyes, those green flecks slightly visible with the hallway light coming through the doorway, are looking right at me.
“I think we are just finding our way back to each other.” I kiss him, sliding my tongue into his mouth, and I swear if I wasn’t spent, I could probably get him hard again.
He squeezes my ass, moving my underwear back into place.
“Sorry if I ruined your bra.” He winks.
“No, you aren’t.” I laugh.
“You’re right, I’m not.” He bites the side of my boob. “Also, these are getting bigger, and I’m not mad about it.” He runs his tongue along my breasts, turning me on again. I swear these hormones are insatiable.
“I think they get bigger after I deliver too,” I tell him.
“Mmm.” He uses his palms to squeeze them together and runs his tongue between them.
“I know you’re thinking of doing dirty things to them, aren’t you?” I ask because he’s got a dirty mind in the bedroom.
“Maybe.” He smirks.
“I know you.” I laugh.
“Want me to give you a sneak peek in the shower? I have a few ideas already,” he says as he starts walking naked toward the bathroom.
It’s hard to resist that toned body. Years of firefighting, that heavy equipment and training, definitely makes for a nice body.
It’s something I haven’t complained about when it comes to the view I’ve had at home. Now I get it all to myself again.
I start removing my underwear.
“Yeah, what do you have in mind?” I say, then Clay surprises me when he sprints back to grab me. He gently picks me up and takes me into the shower, where I start laughing when he turns on the water, puts me under the shower head, and gets me dirty all over again.