Chapter 30
THIRTY
DAYLEN
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
She did it! She dunked. She didn’t just dunk, she dunked in the biggest moment to win the league championship as time expired. That play will live on in infamy as the greatest in league history.
My girl. My wife. The hero.
Our team was going crazy on the plane as we all watched with nervous excitement.
I had to look away when Coach and Vance were embracing, jumping up and down while celebrating Kennedy’s big moment.
I desperately wanted to join them, but more importantly, I wished I was there to celebrate with her.
I can’t wait for this damn plane to land in a few hours.
I need her like I need oxygen. I would parachute to get to her right now if I thought it was faster.
Vance plops down next to me and lightly punches my arm and whispers, “She was awesome, man.”
I nod. “She was. They all were.”
His eyes briefly move to Coach a few rows up before returning to mine. “When are you going to tell him?”
I shrug. “I’d tell him now, but Kennedy keeps delaying. I’m frustrated, but she’s pregnant. I don’t like to upset her.”
“Trust me, I get it.” He’s having similar issues with Sulley. He runs his fingers through his hair. “At least Kennedy will be showing soon. Then she’ll have no choice. Sulley is dragging this on forever.”
I feel bad for my friend’s situation, but he’s right about mine. We’re on a timeline. She’ll be showing any day now. I’m suddenly feeling hopeful that this will be over sooner rather than later.
As soon as we deplane, I sprint to my Jeep and head straight for Kennedy’s apartment. I’m dying to hold her in my arms and congratulate her. I’m going to kiss every inch of my superstar’s beautiful body.
It’s the middle of the night, but she said she’d wait up for me, so I’m going. I know her team was out celebrating. She was with them, but obviously not drinking. I’m sure she’s back now. I have her code if she’s fallen asleep.
I speed like a madman to her place, impatiently pressing the elevator button a thousand times as if it will make the world’s slowest elevator arrive that much faster.
I contemplate taking the stairs, but the elevator doors open just before I’m about to abandon it.
When it arrives on her floor with a ping, I see her already standing in her doorway waiting for me.
She’s fresh-faced with just-out-of-the-shower hair, wearing my jersey.
There’s nothing but her long legs poking out.
I can’t help but stare. She takes my breath away. She’s never looked more beautiful to me.
I didn’t know she owned one of my jerseys. It must be new, but my heart pumps wildly seeing it on her. My dick thumps too. It’s fucking hot seeing her like this.
As soon as she sees me, a huge smile takes form on her face. At the same time, we run toward each other, and she leaps into my waiting arms, wrapping both her arms and legs around me. “I did it,” she squeals in delight. “Did you see my dunk?”
My smile matches hers. “I saw. It was amazing. You worked hard for that. I’m so fucking proud of you, baby.”
“We worked hard. You and me. Together,” she humbly corrects.
I nod as I walk us back toward her doorway. “We’re a good team.” I mean that in about a million different ways.
Sensing my thoughts, she holds my face with both hands and brings her lips to mine for a sweet, soft kiss, before breaking away and whispering, “We are. Thank you for helping me. It wouldn’t have happened without you. Everything is better with you in my life.”
I kiss her lips and mumble into them, “I missed you so damn much.”
“What exactly did you miss?” she asks in her usual mischievous tone.
“Mostly your tits but also being inside you.” I wiggle my eyebrows up and down. “How about I get reacquainted with both? We can celebrate your basketball victory with me dribbling all over your nipples.”
She smiles. “Ooh, I think I’d like that. Should I grab the spatula so I can have some fun too?”
Before I can respond in the negative, she gasps.
“Omigod. You need to see this first. I was dying to tell you this morning, but I wanted you to see it in person.” She lifts the shirt a drop.
“I popped while you were gone. It just suddenly happened when I woke up this morning. It was hard to hide in the locker room. Good thing our season is over. I’m not sure I’d be able to fit into my uniform by next week. ”
I look at her little belly in awe. Placing her down on her feet just outside her doorway, I drop down to my knees and rub my hands all over her bare stomach as I look on in wonderment. As if realization is just hitting for the first time, I ask, “Our baby is in there?”
Tears fill her eyes as she releases a small laugh and nods. “Yep. A little bit of me and a little bit of you.”
Overcome with emotion, I can’t help but kiss her belly before I talk into it, “You’re going to be a freak of an athlete, precious baby girl. You might get division one offers before you’re even born. We should get Tanner on it right away.”
She releases a laugh. “You’re a fool. It’s definitely a boy.”
I shake my head. “Nope. I’m a #GirlDad. Do you think I should start singing her ‘Waterfalls’ so she knows the words right away?”
She smiles while rolling her eyes at me. “Umm…no. Please spare him that pain.”
My face turns more serious as I look up at her. “We’re not going to be able to hide this much longer. We need to tell people. Our families. Our friends.” I cradle her little belly and look up at her hopefully. “I want the world to know my baby is in here.”
She exhales a long breath. “I know. Fallon said the same thing. Let me get through this week with mollycoddling Pierce, and then I promise we’ll do it after your next two games.
Your bye week is after that.” That means we have an entire week off.
“It will give my dad time to come to terms with everything I’ve been hiding from him. ”
We hear a noise at the end of the hallway, but when we turn our heads, no one is there.
I blow out a breath in frustration, but I don’t want to dwell on it and ruin her big night. “Two more weeks. I guess I can live with that.”
She begins to lift her shirt a little further, revealing the underside of her breasts to me. “Good,” she breathes, “because tonight, I need to feel you moving inside me. I want to celebrate with my sexy baby daddy.”
I twist my lips. “Am I called a baby daddy if we were married when the baby was conceived? I feel like that’s a term for out-of-wedlock conceptions.”
She lifts the shirt a little higher, revealing her luscious, bare, perfect tits to me, immediately causing my boxer briefs to tighten. I think they got even bigger in the two days I was gone.
“Do you really care about semantics right now, or would you rather fuck these tits?”
I kiss her belly one more time and say into it, “I love you.” I look up at her. “And I love you.”
She smiles softly. “I love you too.”
I shake my head. “I wasn’t talking to you.” I stand and grab her left tit, kissing it directly on the nipple. “You. I love you.”
She giggles.
I then grab her right tit. “And you. I love you most of all, scarecrow, because your master is right-nippled and she can come when I suck on you and only you.”
She narrows her eyes at me. “What do you mean I’m right-nippled?”
“Cheetah once told me we’re all right or left-nippled. One side is always more sensitive than the other.”
“Is that true?” she asks with a tone of disbelief.
“I wasn’t sure at first, but you come when I suck on that nipple not the other.”
“Holy shit,” she breathes.
I drop to my knees again, sink my face into her panty-covered pussy and inhale her delicious scent. “Hmm, I didn’t forget about you, princess.” I lick her through her panties. “You’re the most delicious of them all.”
She looks around the hallway. “Let’s go inside before we give the old couple across the hallway a heart attack.”
I shake my head. “Nope,” I say, running my nose through her. “I’m going to lick your creamy cunt until you come out here, and then I’m going to carry my gorgeous bride inside and make love to her all night.”
My eyes move up and give her a look to suggest we’re doing it my way tonight.
We’ve begun to toggle between the hard fucking and more tender lovemaking.
I’m a little scared of the hard stuff with the baby, but sometimes Kennedy needs the lunatic fucked out of her, and I’m the man for the job. Rough sex is her form of escapism.
She nods. “Okay.” I know she now enjoys the tender moments as much as she enjoys the rougher ones. Our emotional connection grows by the day.
I continue to lick her over her panties while lifting one of her legs over my shoulder. She leans back on the wall next to her door, succumbing to the sensations.
Pulling her panties to the side, I blow on her most sensitive flesh, and her hips jolt. “Daylen,” she whines, “please touch me.”
I run one finger through her weeping flesh. I love how wet she gets for me. Always.
Sucking that finger into my mouth, I close my eyes in reverence. “Hmm, the flavor of champions. I love the way my superstar wife tastes. Non-superstars don’t taste nearly as good. Neither do non-wives.”
She smiles down at me while running her fingers through my hair. I stare into her eyes as my fingers slowly enter her. I can feel her body contract around me while her pupils dilate and her grip on my hair increases.
I slowly lick through her over and over again.
She loves the slow build-up. She shatters so damn explosively when I don’t rush things.
I’m just as happy to savor it. Being intimate with her is my favorite thing in the world.
I’ve never loved anyone I’ve had sex with until her.
It enhances every feeling and every touch.
With my lips now sucking on her sensitive bundle, I look up at her. Her face is flushed, her hair is messy, my jersey sits high on her chest, resting on top of her full tits, and there’s a little bump with our baby inside. All I can think of is mine. My wife. My baby. My everything.
It takes mere minutes before she comes apart on my fingers and mouth.
She was a little loud, and the old couple across the hall briefly opened their door, gasped, and then closed it.
Kennedy was too absorbed in the pleasure to notice.
It’s all part of my plan to get her evicted so she has to move in with me.
I mentioned it once, and she said it was too soon, but I want her in my house before that baby comes. The sooner the better.
I pull her panties back into place and pat her pussy over them. Staring straight at it, I whisper, “Good girl. Now Daddy is going to tear you up.”
She places her one lifted leg, now wobbly, back on the ground before grabbing my shirt and aggressively pulling me into her apartment.
As soon as the door closes, she crashes her mouth to mine. Our lips and tongues explode in a lust-driven marriage, as our hands equally explore one another at a feverish pace. It’s like we can’t get close enough.
My hands ride up the silky-soft skin of her body and cup her breasts hard, but not as hard as normal. I want passionate lovemaking, not a rough and tough fuck fest. As soon as my fingers find her nipples, they harden, and she moans into my mouth. Her tits are deliciously sensitive.
She rocks her hips, running her now-dampened panties over my hardness. I can feel her heat even through my sweatpants. She’s always on fire.
My dick throbs with the need to be surrounded by her warmth. She frantically pulls at my sweatpants until they’re around my ankles, mumbling into my mouth, “Get inside me. I need you so badly.”
She purposefully falls back onto the floor next to her door, pulling me with her until I’m situated between her legs. She reaches down, slides her panties to the side again, and places my tip at her entrance.
“Now, Daylen. Now,” she pleads.
In one fast, powerful drive, I’m home. Deep inside my wife, where everything is perfect. For now.