Chapter 3
J & MADISON
J’S POV
Four years after Storm.
“Ugh, these pants don’t fit me anymore,” Madison grumbles as she throws her favourite pair of jeans on our bed.
“It’s too hot for jeans anyway,” I say, snaking my arm around her waist and pulling her close. “How about that dress you brought home yesterday?”
She frowns. “The pink one?”
“Yeah.” I slide my hand down over her ass. Over the lacy black panties I’ve decided need to come off. My wife is hot as fuck, and even more so when she’s pregnant. I can’t get enough of her.
Madison tries to smack my hand away. “J, we’ve gotta leave in an hour. I don’t have time for you to get all handsy with me right now. And that pink dress won’t work for tonight, so I need time to figure out what I’m gonna wear.”
I resist her attempts to push me away. “Babe, I’ve got plans to get more than just handsy with you.”
“Jesus,” she mutters, placing her hands to my chest, “We’ve already had sex twice today. If you need it again, you’re gonna have to take care of yourself.”
She’s moody this afternoon, and fuck if that doesn’t turn me on more than I already am. I love working Madison up. The fact she doesn’t seem to have clued onto that amuses me.
“I don’t need it again. I want you again. That’s not something I can take care of myself.” I manage to get my lips on hers before she can stop me, and a moment later, she’s as into this kiss as I am.
Pregnancy hormones are a fucking jungle. No fucking doubt about it. But if there’s one thing I love in life, it’s my wife. Any fucking way she comes. Happy, sad, sexy, moody, whatever, I’ll take her. Jungle or no fucking jungle, I want her.
We were supposed to have tonight together, just the two of us. However, she and Harlow organised dinner at the clubhouse for everyone at the last minute, so I’m missing out on hours with her.
When I finally let her lips go, she sways into me, her hands moving under my shirt to find skin. And hell if she doesn’t suddenly want me in the exact fucking way I like.
Madison told me the second trimester is called the ‘honeymoon’ phase. We found this to be true during her pregnancy with Willow. She was all the fuck over me during the second trimester. This time around, it seems less so, but maybe it’s still to come. She’s only just entered this trimester.
As she removes my shirt, she breathes, “I’m gonna see if Mum can keep Willow for longer tomorrow.”
Sharon has Willow until lunchtime and I am more than down with asking her to keep her longer. We’re just under five months out from having another child, so I’m trying to make the most of whatever time I can get Madison to myself at the moment.
We strip each other and when I remove her bra, I struggle to keep my eyes off her tits.
“Fuck me,” I rasp, taking hold of them. “I want you pregnant for the rest of your life.”
“See, you’re a boob man. You would hate it if I had saggy boobs.”
I slow my roll. “You’re still thinking about that?” The shit she brought up in the group chat today. “I didn’t think you seriously meant it.”
“Of course I seriously meant it. No woman wants saggy boobs.”
“Fuck, by the time that happens, we’ll be old. I’ll be saggy everywhere too.”
She rolls her eyes. “You will not. And besides, you want a lot of babies who need breastfeeding. My boobs are gonna sag way before I’m old.”
“And I will love the fuck out of them still.”
“Well I might not.”
I narrow my eyes at her, taking in the doubt and insecurity flaring in them. Shit that’s unusual for Madison. She’s one of the most confident women I know when it comes to her body, so this is odd for her.
Reaching for her waist, I pull her close to me again and take hold of her face with my spare hand. “What’s going on? It’s not like you to worry about shit like this.”
“Yes, it is.”
I frown. “No. You’ve got a million anxious thoughts about a million other fucking things, Madison, but never about your body.”
She gives me a quick shake of her head. “That may have been the case before, but not anymore. Not since I got pregnant with Willow, and especially not when my hormones are all messed up.” She pauses before saying softly, “I feel a bit needy, J. Like, what if I put on a heap of weight with this pregnancy that I can’t shift?
I still have seven kilos I didn’t lose after Willow.
” She bites her lip. “What if I keep getting pregnant like you want me to and then add another seven kilos every time? And then get saggy boobs from breastfeeding? You won’t want me then. ”
Fuck.
I didn’t realise this was how she felt or that this had become a source of worry for her.
“Baby, stop.” I rub the pad of my thumb over her cheek. “I don’t see those seven kilos. Fuck, all I see when I look at you is how fucking beautiful and sexy you are. I think you should keep those seven fucking kilos to be honest. I love your curves.”
“Well, at the rate I’m going, it’ll be more than seven kilos I might be keeping.”
“Fuck it if it is, I love you however you come.”
“It’s easy to say that now, J. You might not be saying it in ten years. And honestly, if you ever leave me for another woman, I can’t be held accountable for ripping your balls off.”
I keep my grin in check. “You’re even fucking sexier when you’re jealous. I’m never leaving you for another woman.” I brush my lips over hers before adding, “And besides, I don’t want to even look at another woman. I only want you. Saggy tits, seven kilos, and all.”
She stares up at me, eyes searching mine like she believes me but still isn’t quite ready to give up her doubt. “What if it’s fourteen kilos?”
Fuck I love this woman and all her vulnerability she gives me. All her vulnerability that she trusts me with.
She’s being deadly serious here and I need to put her mind at ease. I need to make her see that it doesn’t matter what she weighs, I’ll fucking love her. “I’d love to see fourteen kilos of extra curves and tits.”
“What about twenty-one extra kilos of them?”
“Fuck, I could get lost in twenty-one kilos of tits and curves. You’d struggle to drag me from them.”
She takes a deep breath and exhales it. “I’m being too much, aren’t I?”
I tighten my arms around her. “You’re being you, and I wouldn’t have you any other way.”
“Honestly, these hormones are a lot to deal with some days. I’ve been all over the place with them today. They’re driving me crazy, so I can only imagine what they’re doing to you.”
“But this weight and body stuff is real for you, isn’t it? That’s not just your hormones, right?”
She nods. “I think the hormones exaggerate it, but it’s definitely something I worry about.” She grips my biceps. “I never want to lose you, J.”
“Fuck me, a man who walks away from a woman because of the things we’ve just discussed isn’t a man worth having in the first place as far as I’m fucking concerned. I’m not going anywhere. Fucking never. You’re gonna have to deal with me and my bullshit until the day you die.”
With that, I bend my face to hers and kiss her.
It’s not just a quick kiss.
She needs more than that right now.
She needs me to show her I fucking mean every word I just said.
And after I kiss her, I’ll spend my time with her body, showing her how fucking much I love those seven kilos she’s worried about.
And I don’t give a flying fuck if we’re late to dinner.
We could skip dinner for all I care.
My woman needs my attention tonight and I intend on giving her every fucking second she’ll let me.
“I love you, Jason Reilly,” she says when I finally let her lips go. Then, smiling with the sexy Madison smile I fucking love, she says, “It looks like you won’t have to give up food after all. I think I might be okay to embrace saggy boobs.”
I lift her over my shoulder to carry her to our bed. “Thank fuck for that. That’s one of the two things I can’t fucking live without.”
“What’s the other?” she asks after I deposit her on the bed and move on top of her.
“You fucking know.”
“A girl likes to hear it every now and then.”
I make my way down her body and settle myself between her legs. Positioning them over my shoulders, I take hold of her ass and run my tongue over her clit. Meeting her gaze, I growl, “I fucking love your pussy, and if you ever try to take it away from me, good fucking luck.”
Her fingers in my hair, and her moans as I give her my mouth are two more things I can’t live without.
Hell, I can’t live without Madison, full fucking stop.
This woman and every curve she blesses me with is my everything.