Chapter 10 #2
“Yes, dear.” After turning over, he opened his eyes and gasped at the sight of his gorgeous wife, standing naked before him, arms at her sides.
Her pose touched him deeply as he knew how she felt about revealing her overly large breasts that were even more so when pregnant.
To him, she was the most beautiful creature on earth.
“Are you going to leave me in this stressed-out condition?” he asked, gesturing to his groin, all thoughts of work and the Hoppers’ roof and hospitals obliterated by the sight of her, lovely and timid and all his.
Though his first impulse was to reach for her, he put his hands under his head to encourage her to take the lead.
She reached for the button to his shorts, unzipped him carefully over the huge bulge and tugged at the shorts to remove them and the boxer briefs.
Mac raised his hips, always willing to be helpful when his beautiful wife wanted him—and she’d wanted him a lot lately, not that he was complaining.
He loved that pregnancy made her horny and was always happy to service her.
The thought of saying that out loud had him choking back a laugh.
She’d smack him if he said that, and he’d much rather she ride him than smack him.
He gasped in surprise when she leaned over him and took his hard cock into her mouth.
Sinking his fingers into her silky hair, he closed his eyes and let the pleasure overtake him.
To think, only a couple of years ago, he’d thought his single life in Miami was perfect.
This… She… They were perfect. “Madeline…”
“Hmm?”
The vibration of her lips on his shaft nearly finished him off. Then she added some tongue action, and he moaned. “With you, babe. Come here.” He reached for her and helped get her settled on top of him, the sight of her swollen lips and flushed cheeks making him even harder, if that was possible.
“Sexiest girl I’ve ever known,” he said, gazing up at her.
She snorted with laughter. “Right… With my jumbo boobs and gigantic belly. Hot, hot, hot.”
He took her face in his hands. “Sexiest. Girl. I. Have. Ever. Known.”
“You have to say that. You did this to me.”
“I don’t have to say anything, and I only say exactly what I mean, as you well know by now.”
“You make me feel very lucky to have gotten knocked off my bike.”
“Luckiest moment of my entire life,” he said as she took him into her tight heat. “Although this one is shaping up to be rather lucky, too.”
She smiled, her eyes dancing with joy. “Aren’t you glad you came home for lunch?”
“I’m very, very glad.” With his hands on her hips, he encouraged her to move. “God, that’s so good. So, so good.”
“Mmm, always is.”
Needing to be closer to her, Mac sat up, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her sweet lips. “Is this comfortable for you?”
“Uh-huh, but our little friend is annoyed by the disruption.” She took his hand and placed it over the skin that rippled with activity from within.
“Wow,” Mac said, filled with wonder over what they’d created together. “Check that out.” And he was unreasonably thankful every time he felt the baby move. After losing one, those little movements were so priceless to both of them. “I’m almost ashamed of what I’m doing to Mommy right now.”
“You are not! Mac McCarthy doesn’t know the word shame!”
He squeezed her ass cheeks, drawing a squeak of protest from her. “That is so not true. I am nothing if not humble.”
Maddie lost it laughing.
Smiling, he massaged her back, which had given her so much grief during this pregnancy.
“That feels so good,” she said, sighing. “I can’t wait for the massages we’re all getting at Daisy’s bachelorette party.”
Mac froze. “What massages?”
“I told you that.”
“Um, no, you didn’t. What massages?”
“I asked the team from the new spa to come give massages to all the girls. I know I told you this.”
“You absolutely did not. Most of that ‘team’ are guys.”
“So?” Her brows knitted with confusion.
“So I don’t want some strange guy’s hands on my wife.”
“Oh, come on, Mac! They’re professionals.”
“Professionals or not, I don’t want some happy-endings squad tending to my wife and her friends.”
“You’re out of your mind. Happy endings?”
“Everyone knows that’s what massage is really about.”
“Um, no, that’s not true, and we’re not talking about a massage parlor. We’re talking about an upscale spa. For God’s sake. Just when I think I’ve seen it all with you, you top yourself.”
Mac was so disturbed by the thought of another man touching his wife, even in a professional sense, that he’d almost forgotten they were in the middle of having sex. “The other guys aren’t going to be happy about this.”
She swiveled her hips and tightened her inner muscles around his cock, drawing a sharp hiss from him.
“Don’t try to change the subject, Madeline,” he said through clenched teeth.
“Is that what I’m doing?” she asked, her expression innocent as she began to actively ride him.
His fingers dug into her hips, and he fought the sudden need to explode. He never let himself go until she had, not if he could help it anyway.
She picked up the pace, which made her breasts sway. And then she tossed her head back and stole the breath from his lungs when she cupped her breasts and toyed with her own nipples.
“Fuck,” he muttered, reaching down to where they were joined to coax her to an explosive finish. He was right behind her, coming so hard, he saw stars.
She sagged against him, her breathing ragged as she ran her fingers through his hair.
“You’re not getting a massage with a guy, Madeline.”
“Okay.”
Her easy capitulation alarmed him. His Maddie was no pushover.
He’d expected an argument, and her one-word answer made him only more determined to put a stop to her plans.
No man was touching his wife. Mac didn’t care how professional the guy was.
Her body was a hands-off zone for all men, except for doctors and only when absolutely necessary.
And that was his final word on the matter.