18. Maci
18
MACI
“I ’ll let you two talk for a few minutes.” Tysen presses a kiss to the side of my head and walks toward the cockpit. There are plusses to living with your boss. Waking up with him pressed between your legs, the head of his cock sliding through your slick folds is one of them. Of course, Tysen being his macho man overprotective self had to ruin the moment by asking if I needed to make a run to the bathroom first. I lifted my hips, wrapped my legs around his waist, and dug my heels into his ass to spur him on. He gave me what we both wanted, hot, fast, and dirty. My mouth on his, his cock rooted deep inside me, and his sneaky hand cupping my backside while his finger grazed along the pucker of my ass.
Tysen kept at it, and when I bore down feeling the quaking begin for another explosive orgasm, he sunk in to his first knuckle. I saw stars explode behind my closed eyes, my voice went hoarse with the screaming of his name, and he pumped his hips harder than ever, only stopping when he released everything he had inside me. Tysen dropped his weight on me, wrapped me up with both arms, and then dropped to a hip, rolling us until he was on his back and I was on top of him. The mess dripping from between my legs didn’t bother him, so I didn’t let it worry me, either. Though, when the alarm clock blared to life, causing me to jump from my love-drunk stupor, the cleaning us and the bed up really began. We tag teamed the bed, took a shower together, got ready side by side in the bathroom, and then Tysen made breakfast.
My nausea decided to make an appearance, so I quickly shoved crackers in my mouth and guzzled my lemon lime soda. It helped for the most part, until we got in the car to ride to the small private airport. I thought I was being sneaky while popping one of my ginger chews in my mouth, but Tysen cleared his throat, quirked an eyebrow, and said for me not to be stubborn and if it gets worse to take the prescription medicine. I rolled my eyes and muttered a whatever . He tried to hold me captive in the car until I made the promise. Needless to say, I relented.
“Do we ever have some catching up to do, honey. Now, Mr. Dark and Delicious sent me a text telling me to keep a watchful eye over you. I’m guessing you have some news to share with Samuel?” He snaps his fingers and pops out a hip, waiting for me to tell him everything.
“I did text you some of the details, you know,” I throw my sass right back at him. It’s been three days, and he’s left me on delivered. I’d be offended, except I know Samuel well enough to realize he’s not one to be glued to his phone when he’s off the clock.
“I don’t want to hear it through technology. Tell me in person.” He sits down on the leather couch, and I follow his lead. Tysen carried our bags once we exited his vehicle that he stowed underneath an awning. Even with them having wheels, he refused to use the handle. I didn’t question it, but that whole work smarter, not harder quote tickled the forefront of my brain. When we made it to the set of stairs leading up to the jet, he had me walk in front of him. I put an extra sway in my hips, and hearing his low growl gave me the added effect I wanted. When we came up, he placed the luggage beside the closet for me to put away. Surprising that he didn’t do it himself, though since he’s giving Samuel and me time, I get it.
“Well, surprise, I’m pregnant!” I say with a smile plastered on my face. It’s not fake in the least. Growing Tysen’s child inside my belly is everything a girl grows up believing she’ll have one day. Okay, he’s not a horse, and there’s no castle, but still, this is my fairy tale and happily ever after all wrapped in one delicious package.
“Girlfriend, I’m so happy for you.” Samuel jumps up from his seat, bringing me with him, wraps me up in his arms, and rocks me back and forth.
“Need air,” I tell him when he squeezes me a little too tightly.
“Oh, right. Sorry. I bet that doesn’t help with your running to the bathroom all the time. Which, oh my god, how did I not put two and two together?”
“Well, the same could be said for myself. Apparently, I was either in denial or completely oblivious. I mean, I did have my period, so I thought everything was normal. Except it only lasted a day or so, and from what Tysen’s friend Luke, who is a doctor, by the way, said, that can happen.” I take a breath, and we sit back down again.
“I’m going to be the best gay uncle there is. Tell Tysen his friends will just have to learn to share.” I’m thinking with as many children as are in and coming, his friends won’t mind in the least. I can’t believe nine childhood friends are now adults, and they’ve kept their bond the entire time, plus they make it work with intermingled businesses, too.
“They’ll be fine, believe me.”
“All those fine and good-looking men, and you land the hottest one to be your baby daddy.” Samuel fans himself, and I throw my head back, laughter filling the cabin. “What? Where’s the lie? Keep going. I can tell you have more to say.”
“I haven’t met them all, only Luke. A few from his group did move all of my boxes from my parents’ house to Tysen’s. My mom unpacked everything, and yes, we both did the meet-the-parents deal, too. I love his mom, by the way. She’s the sweetest, makes the most delicious cake you’ve ever put in your mouth. Oh, by the way, this weekend, Asher is throwing his Sunday cookout with everyone. Please say you’ll come,” I practically beg. The group text I was added to made me feel warm and welcome, but it’d be nice to have a friend there, too. I mentioned to Tysen if I could invite Samuel, and he told me on Sundays, it’s a the-more-the-merrier situation. All he said was for him to bring his own drinks and a side if he wanted to.
“I don’t know. All those fine men being around me, I might melt into a puddle.”
“I’m sure one of them will toss you in the pool to cool you off,” I say with a wink. I grab his hands in mine and get serious for a minute, “I haven’t said this enough, so I’m going to say it now. Thank you, Samuel. You’re my one true friend, and you’ve done everything in your power to help me succeed in not only work but in life in general. You’ve listened to me through this whole experience, from leaving Vegas and Chad the chode, to my one-night stand with Tysen, and having no idea what to do with the wide range of emotions I had going on. You never judged, you cared, and you gave advice, which is why I’m going to ask you to be our child’s godfather.” I’ve spoken to Tysen about this the other day. I had a suggestion, he told me to shoot, and I gave him the lowdown. Tysen being the man he is didn’t even question if I thought Samuel would be a great fit. He knew my judge of character, and also, like Tysen said, he’d been working with the man since the day he opened the company. I’m paying high dollar to keep him on, and he made damn sure you were there with him. It’s an easy yes from me. He’s taken care of you, and he’ll take care of our child. I watch as Samuel blinks away the tears. Mine are already streaming down my cheeks faster than I could ever dash them away.
“Maci, you’ve given me the greatest and most precious gift ever. I’d be delighted to be your child’s godfather. The other stuff about being there for you and listening, honey, you have got to find some decent human beings to be around. Better yet, don’t. I’ll lose my friend, and I’m kind of touchy when it comes to others taking the people I love away.” I lean into him, my arms going to his shoulders, and this time, it’s me hugging him.
“I love you, too,” I mutter while we have our little sob fest. It takes us a few minutes, and both of us use the back of our fingers to gently wipe the tears away in order not to ruin our makeup. Samuel is a skin care fanatic, and when you’re in the air, the best way to preserve your skin is to create a barrier. Those are Samuel’s words, and he deems them as gold. I just go along with it.
“I will say the one downer of you being pregnant is that I’ll never be able to take you the clubs now.” Samuel pouts.
“Why is that?” I ask in wonderment.
“Maci, a woman in your delicate situation shouldn’t be around cigarette smoke.” I’m caught off guard again with my laughter. Boy, I’m really running through the gamut of emotions. One minute I’m happy, the next I’m crying, and now I’m back to laughing.
“It’s not funny. I won’t be the one at fault for hurting my godchild.” Samuel is taking this very seriously.
“You won’t, but, honey, Johnny owns Undercover Lovers, and from what the girls told me, when the guys have their little meeting to catch up, which I think is more for them to gossip about life, we’re at his club. He has an area above the dance floor sectioned off, and he keeps it reserved for Winnie or the guys. Now, Lennie, Asher’s wife, and Winnie are pregnant. Kennedy, Trent’s wife, will be there shortly, if she isn’t already. This group of men like their women near, and they like them not being fucked with. Therefore, Johnny put some kind of state-of-the-art air filtration system in that room only,” I tell him.
“Well, that’s good. Great, really.” He’s not picking up what I’m putting down.
“I’m sure I can reserve the room for us to use at some point in the future.” The lightbulb goes off in his head, and the look of defeat is swept away.
“Genius, you’re a genius. We could also do brunch, with mimosa flights and flowers everywhere, maybe in a garden somewhere. Oh no, that won’t do. We’ll save that for your baby shower. I call dibs on throwing it, by the way. Your mom can help, so can Tysen’s, because sharing is caring.” I can tell you one thing: the baby shower is going to be absolutely stunning.
“I’ll be sure to put you in a group chat and then do a formal introduction soon.” Samuel is pulling his phone out.
“Look, we can do this or go gender neutral, depending on what you and Tysen decide to do.” The whole not using technology is thrown out the window when he starts creating a mood board for the shower.
“Babe.” Tysen grabs my attention from Samuel’s phone.
“Hey, honey.” I watch as my man’s face softens. He tips his head for me to come to him. I’m off my feet and close enough for Tysen’s hands to wrap around my waist.
“Everything good?” he asks.
“Never better,” I reply without a pause. Tysen licks his lips, and now I’m wishing we’d take a couple of days off work to stay in bed.
“Hate to break it up, but Liam is escorting the passengers in any minute. You let me know, no matter what, you start getting sick or if anyone does anything to make you uncomfortable.” I can see Samuel has been talking to Tysen about the McCarthys.
“I will. My chewable tablets are in my pocket and my prescription is in my bag.” My head tips up, and luckily, Tysen takes advantage. His mouth touches mine, his tongue slides along the seam, and he gains entrance with my moan. The worst part is he stops before we even get started.
“Later,” he promises, and I know Tysen well enough he does not go back on his word.
“Okay.” My voice is laced with want.
“Love that I give you that look. Plain love you, Mac.” Someone needs to pinch me because I’m not sure I’ll ever get over having Tysen in my life.
“I love you, Tysen.”
“Fuck yeah.” His hands drop my hips and slide into his pockets, and in doing so, he hides his growing erection. I moisten my lips, and his eyes darken. Later tonight, I’m sure he’ll make me pay for that moment, and it’ll be completely worth it.