Chapter 10
Kayla
“Good try, buddy!” Beau calls out as Theo chases the ball he didn’t manage to catch. He glances at me, a heated desire growing in his intense stare.
My hands rub at my growing bump, my shirt clinging to it.
“Stop doing that, or I’m going to call your mom to come get Theo so I can fuck you thoroughly,” he teases throatily.
I raise an eyebrow. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
He growls, turning his attention back to our son. “Throw it over here, bud!”
A smile breaks out when Theo attempts to toss the large rubber ball, but it only goes a few feet, and Beau directs him to try again. Theo runs in the opposite direction, causing Beau to take off after him.
I lift my hand, blocking my eyes from the sun as I watch them chase each other. It’s only been six months since Christmas, and I never imagined my life could be so perfect.
After we left the cabin, it was a tremulous few weeks dealing with Kendall, and she’s still fighting the divorce. But Beau doesn’t care. He packed up his life, bought a house down the street from my mother, and asked us to move in with him.
We told Theo about him being his dad. It took no time before their bond grew, and Theo adjusted to Beau being in his life. I don't think he grasps that he'll have a sibling soon, but I'm sure he'll be just as happy.
He loves having his own room, and it's more than I could have ever given him myself, which makes me sad for the years we both spent with less than we should have.
It’s everything I’ve ever wanted in our life, and while I had to forfeit any relationship with my sister, it hasn’t been a hardship on my part.
Nothing was going to repair that, especially since she knew who Beau was and kept him from Theo.
She finally confessed that a co-worker of hers had found that he looked familiar after seeing the photo I sent, and then Kendall went to his work event and confirmed it, all in casual conversation about vacations.
The only thing she refused to share is why she kept it secret, why she chose to pursue him instead, and I’m sure she’ll never admit to it out loud. I gave up on caring why, focusing on the future we’re building instead of the years we lost.
Tossing a pod into the dishwasher, I close it before taking a moment to catch my breath. I never thought something as simple as loading that up would make me winded, but sometimes even talking is a lot as I grow larger with this baby.
I don’t remember struggling this much with Theo, but I also didn’t gain nearly as much weight. Fucking Beau and his need to feed me whatever I’m craving every day. The man refuses to tell me no.
Beau’s arms wrap around me, and he kisses my neck as he rubs my belly. I giggle, turning my head to kiss him back briefly before glancing behind him and realizing how quiet it is.
“Where’s Theo?”
He waggles his eyebrows. “Your mom took him for the night. I have a surprise.”
My pussy clenches at the desire in his eyes. “What kind of surprise?”
Beau smiles, and it’s a wicked kind that has my heart skipping a beat. “One we’ll both enjoy and will maybe get this baby here.”
I lick my lips and allow him to pull me down the hallway into our master bedroom. I stop short at the panel of mirrors stuck on the wall opposite of my side of the bed. “What are those?”
“Little press-on mirrors. I want you to watch me worship you tonight,” he whispers into my ear, nipping at my lobe and sending a shiver down my spine.
I think any other time, I’d be a little self-conscious about seeing my body on display while we fucked, but pregnancy changes things. It’s not the first time either.
After I had Theo, I loved every aspect of my body.
The fact it grew and housed my baby; it felt miraculous.
It made me feel strong and invincible. Some of the shine wore off a few months after birth, but it’s back again.
I’m so proud of my body, even though a small breeze makes it feel like my nipples are on fire.
Beau leads me to the bed, turning me to face the mirrors as we stare at each other. His lips trail down my neck as his hands slide under my sweater, and I rest my head on his shoulder.
“How are you feeling? Up for this?”
It warms something in my chest that he always thinks to ask, but I do miss the man who ravaged me all night long. “I’m feeling like I want my man to make good use of our night alone.”
“Hmm, I plan to,” he says, tugging my sweater off, followed by the tank top I have on underneath.
His hands hold my breasts up, and I sigh at the relief.
He knows better than to play with the tiny tips of torture, then he moves down to cup my belly and lift it gently. I moan. “Oh, god. That feels so good.”
Beau chuckles. “You used to only say that when you were stuffed full of my cock.”
“Yeah, well, you try to carry this around all day and you’ll realize how good it feels when it’s off my back.”
He kisses my cheek before gently setting me back down to pull down my shorts and panties. His tongue sweeps across his bottom lip as he looks at the mirror and takes all of me in. I raise an eyebrow, nodding for him to undress too.
“Beau, I love you, but please. Don’t make me keep standing.”
With a grin, he pulls his pants and shirt off and then steps up behind, leaning to the side to grab what he needs.
He lines the mattress with pillows, pressing me into the bed softly, with my hips pulled out so my ass and pussy are on display. His fingers slide down my wet lips, and we both groan.
“I’m going to miss this. Seeing your belly all swollen and your cunt drenched beyond belief.”
I huff out a laugh. “You’re already planning to get me pregnant again, aren’t you?”
Beau steps closer, lining his cock up to my entrance and grabbing what’s left of my waist before pushing in. “You fucking bet I am. I can’t fucking wait for the day the doctors clear us to start trying again.”
My eyes roll back as he buries himself to the hilt, the stretch of his cock stealing a part of my sanity every time. I rock back, wanting him to start moving already.
He chuckles, ignoring my plea. His hands roam over the sides of my belly, and he kisses my shoulder.
“How you feeling? Comfortable?”
I nod, lifting my head to look up at him through the mirror, and he smiles. He moves to cup my breasts, kneading my flesh gently as his cock throbs once inside me.
“Fuck, I love seeing you like this. I’d give anything to go back and at least give you my number.”
Turning my head, I kiss his forearm. “You’re here now. That’s all that matters. And you’ve been here every step of the way. We get to watch Theo be a big brother.”
Beau hums, his hands slithering back to my ass and squeezing my cheeks. “You’re right. And I’ll be there every moment going forward when we fill this house with more children.”
By the time I roll my eyes, he pulls out and slams back forward.
It’s not as rough as it could be, since he’s still conscious of me being pregnant, but it’s enough to jostle me farther into the bed with a moan.
He grips onto my hips, pounding into me.
His balls sway back and forth, smacking into my swollen clit, and I hate how much it actually turns me on to feel it.
He leans over me, one hand curling around my neck, and he grunts.
“Look up, and watch me fuck you.”
I shiver, my pussy clamping down on him as pleasure coils tight in my belly. But I do what he asks, watching the roll of his hips with every thrust.
My fingers claw into the sheets, and my body drops a little more into the bed. His pelvis smacks against my ass cheeks with each punch forward. My attention strays up to his face, and I nearly come undone. His expression is so fierce, the love and arousal so intense it could burn me.
“I love you, I love you,” I cry out, and he swears. His fingers grip me a little tighter as he pushes his cock into me over and over. A few more strokes and I tumble over the edge, my release rolling through me as Beau groans, riding me through it until he stills.
His cock swells and throbs, filling me with his cum as I try to catch my breath. He holds himself over me as he presses kisses along my shoulders.
“I love you,” he says with each one.
I never imagined my life could change so drastically for the better, all because of a little Christmas surprise.