Chapter 29
REBECCA
I don’t know whether I should speak first or allow the sudden news to sink into his brain first. Steven stands before me in the doorway of the bathroom, staring down at the positive pregnancy test I just sprung onto him.
Steven rushes inside the bathroom with me as he shuts the door behind him. “Becca … is this what I think it is?” His eyebrow raises, watching me as I feel my cheeks heating up.
I nod slowly, scared of what he’s going to say next. I expected him to be stunned, but what if he doesn’t want this life anymore? Can I really raise two children on my own?
“Yes,” I say softly. My eyes lower to the tiled floor. “I’m pregnant. We are going to be parents again.” His expression remains stunned, but only for a short moment before his green eyes light up again.
He grabs me and lifts me into the air, spinning me around once before setting me back down on my feet. “Baby … this is great.”
I’m surprised that he’s so excited, yet not at the same time. Steven is a loving, caring, and understanding man. It’s one of the many reasons I fell for him all those years ago.
And he is such a great father already. This can be his chance to be there from the beginning. He leans forward and kisses me, putting his hand on my stomach. “This is just another brick on the path to a great life together as a family. What should we tell Damian?”
“I think that we should wait until later to tell him or anyone else,” I cut in. “Especially because right now, no one wants anything to do with us.”
He agrees and puts the test in the cabinet behind the mirror, out of reach of little hands. With his arm around my shoulders, we step out of the bathroom to find Damian sitting on the floor of the living room.
Smiling, he holds up a few rocks. “Look, Mommy! I found these for you. I also got a few pretty leaves.” Giggling, I kneel to get a better look.
“These are beautiful, thank you.” I pull him in for a tight hug. I have to cherish all the little moments I have with him before the new baby arrives. I know it’s going to be a good addition, but I’m going to miss it when it was just him and me.
It bonded us strongly, only having each other to rely on.
The evening turns to night, and after the eventful day Damian had with his father, it doesn’t take him long to fall asleep. It’s leaving some time for Steven and me to discuss our discovery further.
We nuzzle into the couch under a soft blanket while watching a movie. My head rests on his shoulder, and it’s the first time since moving in that it truly feels like home.
The movie is one of my favorites, about a little boy wanting a BB gun, but his family ultimately tells him how dangerous it is. I always found the ending to be adorable. He got his gift but ended up proving his mother right by breaking his glasses.
My parents would watch it every year when it would play on cable, but tonight, I’m not too interested in what’s playing. I’m more focused on the amazing man who is holding me.
Whether it be the hormones coursing through my veins or maybe his positive reaction to finding out the news of our new little one. Either way, the only thing on my mind is getting him naked.
My hand that rests on his T-shirt-covered chest slowly runs down his stomach and dips under to feel his skin. As I nonchalantly rub, I slowly work my way down to the band on his pj’s.
As lightly as I can, my finger runs across his sensitive skin under his waist, and he inhales roughly through his nose. “I take it you aren’t interested in the movie?” he comments with a knowing smile.
“How could I be when I have the sexiest man ever in arm’s reach?”
He rolls his eyes, brushing off my compliment with a chuckle, but he has no idea how much I truly believe what I said. He is the most perfect man in my eyes, so how can I not be attracted?
I expect him to throw a joke out, but instead, he slowly unties the string that holds his pants in place. His eyes never leave mine, silently inviting me to get as handsy as I please.
With one hand, I slide under his baggy pants, finding that he’s already halfway to a full erection, and I raise an eyebrow at him.
“What do you expect?” he asks. “With the most beautiful woman ever in arm’s reach …” I can’t hold back the laughter as my head falls onto his chest momentarily. Shaking my head, I put my focus back onto what I’m holding in my hand.
I don’t know why he gets me the way that he does, but anytime there’s a moment of relaxation, I can’t keep my hands to myself.
As I stroke his length under the blanket, his eyes close, and his head rests on the back of the couch. My eyes peek down the hall to make sure Damian is still in his room, sleeping and not sneaking around.
Once the coast is clear, I let go of him and lift the blanket. I slide down onto the floor in front of Steven and pull at his pj’s. His hips lift, allowing me to completely pull them off and free his now fully erect penis.
My body instantly heats up at the sight … and all the thoughts of what I want him to do with it. Leaning forward, I press my extended tongue against the bottom side, licking his entire length until I reach the tip.
It’s already dripping with anticipation as I bury it in my throat. I hear a muffled groan from outside the blanket and his hand on the back of my head. While I love the act, his reaction is what fuels me to continue doing it.
My cheeks hollow, and I create tight suction as my head bobs up and down. Steven shifts his hips, giving me better access to all of him. My hands grip his thighs as I rest on my knees.
He controls how fast and deep I go with my head in his hand and the motion of his own movements. Steven pushes against my head harder, shoving the tip against the back of my throat. “Fuck,” he gasps breathily.
He lifts the blanket, and our eyes lock, but I don’t stop. I won’t until he tells me to. His hips thrust faster as he watches his own cock sliding in and out of my mouth. His face contorts with pleasure as he fights to keep his eyes open.
I can feel him grow harder against my tongue, and I know he’s close. Just as I prepare to taste just what I can do to him, he pushes away, and his erection pulls out of my mouth. Confusion whirls through me as I look up at him and tilt my head.
His head begins to shake. “No,” he says softly as he helps me back onto the couch. “I want you to come first …” He scootches back, allowing enough room for me to lie in front of him, and once I do, he grabs my leggings, pulling them down to my thighs.
I gasp at the motion, but my breath catches completely as he dips two fingers inside of my dripping pussy from behind. Before I can make a noise, his hand reaches around to cover my mouth.
“We don’t want to wake him,” he whispers as his fingers curl against my sweet spot. My back arches against him, my hips rocking back and forth against his digits. He’s right, but it just feels so good.
“I need you,” I whimper into his cupped hand. “Please.” I’m not one to beg often, but my body can’t take much more teasing. I need to feel one with him …
“Mm-hmm,” he grumbles deep as his fingers pull out of me, but they are soon replaced with his thick, throbbing cock, and I cry out as it presses deep into me. I crave every delicious inch that he pushes in as it stretches my tight walls.
“Fuck,” I whimper and bury my face into the blanket. He grabs my hip harshly as he slams against me once more. He slowly pulls out before thrusting forward again. His movements are slow, and while I know he’s trying to tease me, I don’t think I can handle it much longer.
I attempt to quicken my own hips, but he methodically keeps me in place. My whole body aches for my release …
“Do you want it, or do you need it?” he taunts into my ear. His confidence causes me to quiver with excitement.
I turn my head to look at him. “I need it … please.” He bites his bottom lip softly, the corner of his mouth smirking slightly. He buries all of himself into me now, and I slap my hand over my mouth as my brows crease together.
His hips thrust into me faster and harder than before, just what my body needed. “Look at me,” he demands. “I want to see your face when you come.”
Fuck …
Just his wording is enough to make me spill over. My eyes find him again, and our breaths match in rapidness as his thrusts continue. This time, there is no buildup, no warning as I come undone around his cock.
“Oh my God!” I exclaim, hoping that I didn’t just wake up Damian in the other room. I couldn’t help it.
“Good girl,” he grumbles against my ear. He pulls out quickly and rolls me over to my back before climbing in between my legs. “Now … It’s my turn.”
He did say he wasn’t going to finish until I did.
His tip pushes its way into me once more as he holds my legs in the air. The blanket has since fallen off of us, but we are too far into this moment to care.
“Fuck.” His moan is soft, telling me that he’s close already. The only thing that puts a damper on all this is that I wanted to taste him … Just then, I get an idea of how I still can.
“Don’t finish there,” I instruct. His brow raises, but his thrusts don’t falter. I reach up and push him down onto his back again, causing him to pull out of me.
With quick movements, I crawl to him and my lips wrap tightly around his soaked cock. His hips lift up off the couch, seemingly sensitive, but I don’t stop. I won’t until I get what I want.
“Fuck, don’t stop,” he gasps as his hand finds my hair and he clutches hard. With him pushing my head down further, I can feel him begin to throb. One more bob of my head, and he moans loudly as he spills warmly and deliciously down my throat.
I sit up proudly, watching him lie stunned at what just happened. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he still reels from his orgasm. It makes me feel good that I can cause this kind of reaction.
I still got it.
We soon find ourselves pulling our pants back up and wandering into our bedroom. After the noise we just made, I’m surprised we didn’t wake up our son. But seeing him still sound asleep warms my heart.
As we lie in bed, my mind whirls with all the what-ifs that the future holds. We are bringing another wonderful being into this world, and I couldn’t imagine a better person to go on this journey with.
“So,” I say, making small talk. “How was your day out with Damian?”
“Perfect,” he replies quickly. “He really had a blast, but remind me to never give him unlimited sugar.”
We both chuckle. “That was your first mistake …” Sighing, I roll over to face him. “So, are you really ready for a second child? I mean, you just found out about the first one.”
With a soft touch, he brushes a strand of hair from my face. “I’m ecstatic. And I love you.”
I smile as he kisses my forehead. I am just as excited, but something still pains me deep inside. I really wish I could share this great news with my parents. I can already hear my mother shrieking and jumping for joy.
My father, if he could ever get over the fact that the man I want to be with is his best friend, would hug me …
This should be a happy time for me, but without their support, it feels nearly impossible to feel good about this.
“I love you too.”