Chapter 43
Quentin
My eyes slowly blink open a few times, trying to decipher if I’m dreaming or not.
Because I’ve got the most beautiful woman curled up on my chest, her lips parted as she breathes in and out with her arm across my stomach.
Her stomach swollen with my baby, touching the side of mine.
If I could pinch myself to be sure this is real, I would, but I’m too afraid to move an inch and wake her.
We didn’t exactly sleep last night…
After the first round, we napped for an hour, and I was woken by her lips on mine. I didn’t mind at all. In fact, we had a conversation about how we both are into the concept of free use, meaning we can use each other’s bodies whenever we’d like at home, even if we’re sleeping.
An hour ago, I think, she woke me up by sitting on my cock, riding me into oblivion. She passed out on my chest after, which is how I woke up with her half sprawled on my chest.
This girl is something else.
It’s not just the clear physical chemistry either—that’s a bonus, of course—but it’s so much more than that.
My heart beats faster when she’s around. I think about her constantly, wondering what hobby she’s trying and hating today. She makes me laugh with her no-filter attitude. It’s made me feel young again and not so serious and crabby.
Basically, she’s revived me to the old Quentin I used to be. A part of me has felt missing for a while, and now I feel complete with Teagan by my side, ready to say goodbye to a chapter of my life and move on to the next one.
I press my lips gently to her hair, overwhelmed by the feelings thrumming in my body about my girls.
Teagan and Blueberry. The curveballs I didn’t see coming, but so desperately needed.
She stirs on my chest, her head moving up and down as her body shifts.
I stroke her hair, my voice gentle as I try to caress her back to sleep. “Shh, sleep, mon chérie.”
Teagan tilts her head so that when she opens her eyes, they’re on mine, accompanied by the brightest smile. She doesn’t smile often, but fuck, when she does, it nearly makes my heart stop.
“Mmm, I don’t want to sleep,” she says suggestively as she bats her lashes.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” I groan as she straddles my waist, her naked body on top of mine.
“Shhh.” She leans down and presses her lips to mine. “Just lie there like a good boy and let me take what I need.”
My cock, which was already half mast, fully hardens at her words. I put my hands behind my head, ready to let her do whatever she’d like to my body.
Teagan grinds down against my cock, coating me in her arousal before lifting up and sinking down onto me.
“Fuck,” I grunt as her pussy squeezes my cock, so tight and warm. It takes every ounce of my control not to come instantly, but somehow I manage.
Once she catches her breath, she begins riding me, moving her hips back and forth as she chases her orgasm.
There’s something so sexy about watching her use me, that I refrain from touching her because I want this to be all her, and I’m going to enjoy every second of watching her do so.
“Goddamn, this cock,” she pants, out of breath as she rocks her hips faster. “Is so good.”
“It’s yours,” I say through gritted teeth as my hands fall to the sheets, gripping them as I’m trying to stop myself from coming too early or taking over.
She smirks in response as she begins lifting up and down on my cock, our strangled gasps and the slick sound of our bodies moving together fill the room.
“Touch my clit,” she says. Her hands rest on my chest as she swivels her hips against mine.
I obey, my fingers finding her clit with ease and rubbing it in circles, the way I know she likes.
“You gonna come for me, chérie?”
“Yesss,” she hisses as her thighs tighten against my sides and her head falls back as she does exactly that. I watch in fascination as she comes, the way every part of her body responds and how pretty she looks as she gives in to the feeling of ecstasy.
I quickly maneuver us so that she’s below me and I’m on top, without sliding out of her as I begin fucking her.
My control has snapped. I let her take what she needed, and now I’m taking what I need.
My hips slam against hers as I fuck her without abandon as my lips fall to her neck, sucking and kissing her there.
Her nails dig into my back, making me curse under my breath as I come instantly, my body stilling as I release inside of her. My head drops onto her shoulder, my breathing out of control as I attempt to regulate it.
Teagan giggles underneath me, so I lift my head to look at her. “Something funny?”
“I didn’t know my touch was so powerful,” she muses, looking proud of herself.
“When I’m already wound up like that, yeah. Feeling your hands on me isn’t going to help.”
“I would say it was helpful. You came pretty quickly,” she retorts.
I shake my head as I fight off a laugh and press my lips to hers instead. Despite what just happened, our kisses are soft and slow as we savor the quiet moment.
When I pull back, her fingers graze my beard as we stare at one another, something yet to be named charging the moment.
I know what it is, but I know I can’t tell her yet. This is a big step for us to begin with.
I love her. I love her so fucking much it kills me not to say it right now.
But that’s okay. I’ll show her instead–until she’s ready to hear it.
My lips press against her forehead, then I lean back and pull her with me as I say, “Let’s shower. We need to go shopping and I have practice later today.”
The baby shower is this weekend, and she has nothing to wear as she wanted to wait closer to the date since she didn’t know how big her belly would be by then, so I plan on fixing that.
The brief break from baseball has been nice because after tomorrow we have our first game of the World Series.
It feels like everything is coming to an end, while at the same time, that the best chapter is just beginning.
We decide to go shopping at a small boutique across the border in Canada about an hour away, to avoid being spotted and bombarded by fans.
We walk hand in hand down the cobblestone path, with small businesses lining the street on both sides. It’s like we left the big city for a Hallmark small town.
Teagan waves at a young girl, who smiles excitedly back as she waves, phone in one hand likely taking pictures or recording us.
“Is this okay?” I ask because while we agreed that we’re dating, I want to be sure she’s okay with the world knowing too.
Not that we have much choice after that girl posts those photos online, though we could play it off as being friends if she wants.
Although, I really hope she doesn’t. Because I want to love her out loud.
She squeezes my hand tighter as she says, “Yeah, it is.”
Fuck, I don’t know if I’ve ever gotten butterflies before, but I think I just did.
We duck into the dress boutique, and a man greets us immediately.
“Hi, let me know if you need any help.”
We both say hello and continue walking through the store, with more dresses around us than I thought could be humanly possible.
“I’m overwhelmed,” Teagan admits as she turns to me.
“Why don’t we narrow it down to a color. What color do you want to wear?”
“I don’t know the theme or anything, and while it would be cute to wear pink because we’re having a girl…”
“Pink doesn’t suit you,” I finish for her.
“Exactly,” she surmises.
“Let me find you a dress.”
Teagan giggles, then straightens when she realizes I’m not kidding. “Oh, you’re serious?”
“Yeah. I think I know what you like. Let me pick a few things. You try them on and if you hate them all, then we try somewhere else. I just want to take this load off of you.”
“Okay, yeah,” she agrees and sits on the chaise in the changing room area as I begin my search for something she’d like.
I immediately go to the section with the black dresses, knowing this is her preferred color. With a few dresses on my arm, I then look for blue dresses, because that’s also her favorite color and for Blueberry.
After a few minutes, I return with a stack full of dresses that I set up in her changing room.
I take Teagan’s spot on the chaise and call out, “I want to see every dress you try on.”
“Ugh,” she grumbles as she closes the curtain, making me chuckle.
Moments later, she opens the curtain with a timid smile on her face.
“What do you think?” she asks as she twirls slowly in a circle.
My hands ball into fists as she does, because this dress is skintight with an off-the-shoulder sleeve, the body of the dress hugging her every curve and belly.
It’s black, with cut-out pleats that flow out at her thighs that are navy blue.
It’s the one I liked the most when I picked it off the rack, and I’m glad she likes it too.
I stand and approach her as she holds out her hands to me. I take them as I take her in up close, unable to believe how someone can look this beautiful.
The only thing I can think she’d look better in is a wedding dress, but I’ll keep that to myself.
“I think…” I pull her close to me so that I can whisper in her ear. “That you look stunning in this dress, mon coeur. But fuck, do I want to tear it off of you.”
Teagan looks all around us, then walks backward and drags me into the changing room with her.
There are no words, only heated glances as she quickly undresses, while I pull my cock out of my jeans. As soon as her dress is pooled around her feet, she bends over, hands on the rack with the dresses on it.
I run my fingers through her slit, ensuring she’s ready, which she is, so I swiftly enter her. Gripping her hair, I turn her head so that she looks at us in the mirror. Her bent over, swollen belly hanging with her tits as I fuck her mercilessly.
“That’s right, watch as I fill this pretty pussy up,” I murmur, hoping the chatter of the store is enough to block out the noises coming from our room.
I reach around to play with her clit as I fuck her, feeling her tighten around me as I bring her closer to that peak. We both go off at the same time, doing our best to be quiet as we come. I knew neither of us would last long, and a quick fuck is exactly what we needed.
After months of us holding back, it’s as if we’re trying to make up for lost time now with how needy our bodies are for each other.
I’m not complaining, though.
We clean up the best we can, then I pay for the dress and we get the hell out of there.
I feel mischievous, an ode to my younger self, who was always getting into trouble with Camille.
And God it feels good to feel that part of myself come back to life.