Chapter 22
HOMECOMING PRESENT
Tuesday
Barry
Found the tiniest pair of jelly sandals in the world
Hannah
What color?
Barry
Orange. Sparkles.
Obviously I had to buy them for the baby.
Hannah
And who could blame you?
Hannah
Told you they’d cheer for you
Is it weird that I teared up a little bit?? Like is this what sports fandom is?
Barry
I teared up too, as you probably saw
They weren’t so thrilled to see me when we were up two in the second, but I know the love runs deep.
[attached photo]
Hannah
Pretty sunset, I’ve never been to Columbus
Barry
I’ll bring you and the little one.
Hannah
She can wear her sandals
Wednesday
Hannah
My siblings are trying to steal my lasagna ):
They want to know if you’ll make them one when you come back
Barry
Wow, heartless of them to try to steal from a pregnant woman
Hannah
That’s what I said
Barry
Sic Junior on them if they try again.
But yes I’ll make them lasagna. Nothing easier.
Happy to make you as many lasagnas as you can stomach.
Hannah
Sorry you lost
Jeremy wants me to tell you the refs are corrupt
Barry
Kind of him to say
Defense was shit tonight. Mine especially
But we’ll get the next one
Hannah
A home game
I’ll be there if you’ll have me.
I’ll bring Jer and he can keep an eye on those refs. Just in case they get any funny ideas.
Barry
I’ll always have you.
I was taking my post-work nap when I woke to Barry stripping off his travel clothes and leaving them in a neatly folded pile on my discarded work clothes on the chair by my bedroom door. Junior meowed at the end of the bed, and Barry tried to shush him with some neck scratches.
“Barry?”
“Shhh.” He pulled the door shut just enough that Junior could come and go and then lifted my comforter before crawling into bed with me, his long-ass limbs cold against mine.
“What are you doing?”
“Sleeping, shhh.” He pointed at the cat, his head back down like he was ready to sleep more. “You’ll wake the baby.”
I rolled my eyes but was too tired to argue. Instead, I shut my eyes and fell asleep in the middle of a sandwich between Barry and the pregnancy pillow.
When I woke a few hours later, I had no idea what time it was, but Barry’s palm was splayed on my belly, and his boner was poking into my ass.
“Barry?”
“I am sleeping” he lied, and the laugh I gave was low and sleepy. I rubbed my eyes and shuffled to turn in his arms. He cracked one eye open then closed it, pretending to sleep with his lips upturned.
We hadn’t talked about sharing a bed after our night together, hadn’t talked about a lot of things beyond the this means nothing conversation we had before he fucked me for hours in a way that very much felt like something.
I poked his cheek until he opened his eyes, no holding back his smile now. “What are you doing in my bed?”
He snatched my hand and held it hostage in front of his chest. I loved the slight wrinkles beside his eyes when he smiled.
“The problem is that now that I’ve slept on your bed—maybe the most comfortable two-hundred-dollar bed in the known universe—the blow-up mattress, couch, and toddler bed in the basement will no longer suffice. I’m addicted to this bed.”
“Hm, that is a predicament. Because, well, this is where I sleep.”
Barry gave a long sigh, his eyes looking at my cheeks too tenderly.
“What are you looking at?” I whispered.
“I hope the baby has your freckles,” he whispered back.
“You’re being romantic again.”
Barry groaned and put his face into the pillow—my pillow, I might add. “What if we let me be romantic until the baby comes?”
“Sounds dangerous.”
“Why? Worried you might start liking me?” he asked.
Yes. Too late. I’m terrified, I didn’t say. I don’t know how to make you like me forever, and I don’t think I’ll survive it if you stop once I’ve really let you in.
“Is that why you’re in my bed?” I asked instead of answering. “Romantic intentions?”
Barry returned his hand to my side, thumb wiping back and forth over where the baby loves to kick when she’s awake. “Well, I figured sharing a bed might make it easier, you know, when you need help with your woes.”
“My woes?”
“Your horny woes. It’s very serious, I need to be on standby to provide assistance at a moment’s notice. And I’ve been out of town for four whole days.”
“Four whole days,” I repeated with fanfare. “Sounds like you maybe had some horny woes of your own.” I looked meaningfully down between us where his dick was most definitely still poking me.
“Well, that can happen when I know you’re here by yourself.
” Barry boldly traced his fingers up my side and over my chest, stopping to press on a sensitive nipple, making me inhale.
The nipple immediately went stiff and pointy under my shirt—his shirt.
“Knowing there was no one here to help you.” He traced that hand back over my side, his fingers feather light until reaching bare skin. “What did you do with yourself?”
“I’m not insatiable. I can go a few days without an orgasm,” I lied. Big old lie. The shower head and my vibrator were put to their paces in those four days, and each time I came, it was only because I was thinking about my night with him.
His hand ventured to my hip, squeezing my ass once before slipping between my thighs.
I shuttered a breath, sliding my top thigh back to give him easier access.
He hummed, a knowing smile stretched over his lips and a sparkle in his eyes when he found me stupidly wet through my underwear.
It was on the tip of my tongue to tell him it was nothing—another lie—when he pushed my underwear to the side and slid a finger up my middle, circling my clit.
I let out an embarrassing breathy moan, but it only lit up Barry’s eyes further. He brought his face closer to mine, mouth hovering next to where I bit my lower lip.
“Usually I get my own room, but these last couple of nights I had to stay with one of the rookies.”
“Unfortunate,” I muttered, breathless. He pressed one of those long fingers into me and I moaned, my head falling forward. His mouth pressed against my cheek while he languorously finger fucked me with one finger, and then a second.
“Do you know how difficult it was for me? Being there thinking about you here with your toy between your legs, trying to make yourself come? I couldn’t even jack off in peace, I had to waste an unseemly amount of water thinking about you, you know that?”
“I’m sorry,” I breathed, though I wasn’t sorry. I was fucking electrified imagining him quietly coming in the shower multiple times a day. “If it’s any consolation, I probably wasted more water with the shower head you installed.”
Barry groaned at the image I painted and pushed his fingers deeper.
“Can I taste you?” he asked. “Please?”
And since he was so very polite, I couldn’t deny him. “I’m not supposed to lie down on my back.”
“Wouldn’t dare ask it of you.” He was panting, hot breaths over my mouth mixing with mine. “Would ask you to sit on my face, though. I’m not above begging.”
My face flamed hot, and I had to close my eyes from the embarrassment I was feeling.
I wanted to claim I was too heavy, too wet, anything, but I’d seen Barry lift insane amounts of weight in the gym, and if he wasn’t embarrassed about my pussy being over his face like that, well then maybe I shouldn’t be either.
I nodded, whimpering when his fingers retreated from me.
He pulled my panties down my legs, and I helped kick them off before scrabbling up the bed to straddle his face.
My mind was pretty much an unending Jumbotron of what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck, but then he started eating—and I mean just going for it—and my thoughts turned to mostly static.
I knew that grinding my pussy on the face of my baby daddy, whom I swore I would not be developing romantic feelings for, was an objectively very bad idea. Extraordinarily bad.
Unfortunately, though, I really, really wanted to come on his face and then let him fuck me raw, and that feeling won out over reason.
I came faster than I had since he left, and Barry moaned right with me, holding my hands as I ground against his mouth, his tongue lapping in perfect pulses against my clit.
When it was too much and he showed no sign of stopping, I shuffled backward until he had to relent.
“You’re good at that,” I said, breathless.
Barry propped himself up on his elbows while I inched down his body. When I got to his boxers, I pulled them down until his hard dick sprung free. I grabbed it and he dropped his head back with a moan.
“Hannah, please let me sleep in your bed and be romantic to you until the baby comes, I’ll beg to eat your pussy every day, I swear it,” Barry said.
I huffed a laugh and sank onto his length, making us both curse at how good it felt. Was it always going to be like this with him? Was it always going to feel so intense?
When I was wrapped around him, he took my hands again, lacing our fingers together and letting me press on him for support while I started moving my hips.
“You have about two minutes of this before I get too tired to hold myself up like this,” I said, already a little winded while keeping my pace on his cock.
“Well, if you keep it up, I’ll come in about forty seconds.”
True to his word, barely a minute later he dropped my hands and gripped my hips, thrusting up into me, feeling so wildly good while he released inside of me.
He gasped, tilting me sideways until I fell giggling onto the bed.
“No more road trips,” he panted against my forehead.
“It’s your job.”
He groaned and pulled me closer.
“I think I should quit and do this all day. It’s the selfless thing to do.”
“Very selfless. Should probably keep your job though, since I’ll get worn out eventually. A girl can only take so much.”
“I should be more embarrassed about my pitiful stamina, but it’s not my fault you look like that.”
He kissed me, a long press of his mouth, his tongue slipping into my mouth and tasting like me. I was breathless again when he finally pulled away.
“Like what?” I asked.
“Stop being coy, you just made me come in like seven seconds—I’m putty in your hands, Hannah Harvey.” He kissed me again, then kissed my forehead, both cheeks, all over my face until both of us were laughing.