24. Chloe
CHLOE
A picture shows up on my phone screen and the second I see it, I fall in love with it.
Eliana sent me the link to the pictures from the photoshoot a few hours ago. And since the Dark Knight away game against Detroit just ended, and I’m no longer spending my time drooling at the TV whenever my baby daddy skated by, I decided to scroll through them.
Every single picture that I’ve seen so far has been absolutely beautiful. Eliana has an amazing talent and I can see why the Knights hired her to be their head photographer.
The one picture that has me falling in love, is one of me and Liam.
We both have a hand on my stomach, with one of my overlapping just a bit and sitting on top of his. Like I was holding it there, not wanting him to move an inch.
If I remember correctly his other hand was on my hip and while mine was playing with the edge of the black sweater that he was wearing.
How we are standing, though, isn’t what made me love the picture instantly. It’s the way we are both looking at each other.
I’m looking at him as if I’m mesmerized and he’s looking at me as if I’m the most beautiful thing out in the world.
If I were to show the picture to a stranger and have them describe what they saw, they without a doubt say that it was two people in love.
The picture has even me questioning if what I’m looking at is just for the camera or very much real.
Even after what Liam told me as we were taking the picture, I’m still leaning towards it being for the camera. At least on his part.
I’ve been mesmerized by the man since I met him and now seven and a half months later, that hasn’t changed. It's gotten strong if anything.
But I’m still in the mind set that I have to protect my heart and I’m going to stick with that because my daughter needs my devoted attention, now and when she comes. I can’t concentrate on anyone else.
Even if that person is her father.
Her very handsome and sexy father.
Nope.
I’m not going to think like that, especially not right after thinking about my daughter. The very same daughter that was a direct result of me falling for that handsome and sexy smile that is owned by her father.
Nope, not going to think about it whatsoever.
Because if I start thinking about how sexy Liam is, I’ll start thinking about certain urges that Betty warned me about months ago and so far I’ve been good. I haven’t caved and I’m not going to start now.
I swipe my finger along the screen to change the photo but yet again, I met with another photo of me and Liam and the second I see it my thoughts are back on the way he’s looking at me.
And how good he looks in that tailor sweater and those pants that leave very little to the imagination.
“Don’t think about his dick. Don’t think about it, it’s what got you in this situation in the first place. Just don’t look at him and you will be good.” I try to give myself a pep talk but it’s not helping.
The more I look at the picture, the more I see everything that my brain has pointed out. Not only that, my thoughts start to shift even without me wanting to.
Shift to what exactly?
Oh I don’t know, just thoughts of how good that handsome face would look if I could have it between my legs right about now.
Dammit.
I was doing so good.
So far in my pregnancy I haven’t thought about sex. I mean I thought about it but never like this. Never while looking at a picture of me and my baby daddy and feeling like I’m in heat just looking at him.
No way in hell that is normal.
Remember what Betty said. Fuck me six ways to Sunday.
“Damn you, Betty and you stupid talk of urges.” I lock my phone and slam it a little too hard against the couch cushion.
Maybe if I walk around the apartment, stretch out my legs a bit, that would take my mind off wanting to jump Liam the second he gets home.
I have never been more glad that he’s away at an away game than I am now. But it’s a Detroit game, which means he will be back tonight which doesn’t help any. My thoughts just shift to him getting home and me asking him to help me find some relief.
“Nope. Not happening.”
I make a loop around the living room and then to the kitchen and then back to the living room. My legs and back are thankful for the movement.
When I head down the hallway, I feel like my sexual thoughts have dissipated but then I pass Liam’s room and they come back stronger than ever before.
It was just a small whiff of his cologne or aftershave, and all of a sudden the little bud between my legs is pulsating and asking for relief.
“Just think about his nasty sweat and how he made you gag when you first smelt it,” I say to myself as I make my way back down the hallway. “Yeah that’s a good idea. Think-k about sweat. Think about Liam sweating and smelling like rotten cooked cheese.”
I keep repeating the same thing over and over in my head and as much as I try to think about Liam sweating and smelling like cheese, nothing seems to work. The only thing that I can think about is his clone and taking a sniff at it as he’s hovering over me about to slide into my pussy”
“Fuck it.”
I need to remedy this right now before he gets home and I do something stupid. And the only way to do that is to take out my arsenal of vibrating toys.
I’ve been holding off using them this long, and I can't take it anymore.
I quickly check the time and see that I have another two hours until Liam comes home. That should be enough time to do what I need to do.
Urges are no fucking joke.
Heading straight into my room, I go directly to my closet where the box of toys is hidden out of plain sight.
Thank God I thought about bringing it when I first moved in here because no way in hell was I going to be able to make it back to my apartment just to grab a toy.
I need relief right now and I sure as hell know that my fingers won’t be able to handle it.
Opening up the box, I reach for one of my favorites that I know will give me the orgasm that my body is so desperately asking for.
As soon as I have the toy in hand, I check it really quickly for a charge. As soon as it turns on, I let out a sigh of relief because no way would I be able to wait for it to charge and come to life.
I get up from the floor as quickly as I possibly can, what with my bump being in the way, and then climb up on my bed.
Right away, all of my clothes start coming off and as soon as I am under the covers, I move the toy down to my core and press the on button. The second that the vibration meets my clit, I feel an instant relief.
“Holy shit,” I breathe out.
The vibrations feel so damn good that my legs are shaking right away. Everything feels absolutely amazing.
I don’t know why I did not think about this sooner. It’s like I’m in heaven.
Images of Liam and me together all those months ago start rushing into my mind.
How feeling all of his weight on me made me quiver.
How full he made me feel when slid into my pussy and how I missed it when he slid out.
The things he said in my ear, the way that he said I was a good girl. Everything from our five nights together is front of center and I’m loving every little bit of it.
I circle my vibrator along my entrance and then up to my clit, coating the silicone in my arousal.
A hum escapes me as I move it down to my entrance again, teasing myself by sliding it in and out.
I slide the toy all the way inside of me, or as much as my bump will let me, and I slide it back, imagining that it’s Liam and not a piece of silicone.
I’m about to push the button to but it on the highest speed when all of a sudden all the vibration completely stops.
“No!” practically yell out, pushing the button over and over again for it to turn on, but nothing happens.
“No, you were supposed to be charged.” I whine, throwing my head back against my pillows.
My skin feels hot and I’m out of breath but the urge to orgasm is right there. I can feel it and it was taken from me. I try the bottom a few more times, but still I’m left on the edge.
“Crap, so much for it being charged.” I grumble throwing the blankets off of my body and going back to the closet.
I don’t even bother looking for the charger, I will wait too long. Instead, I try out all the other toys that I have just to see which one is turned on and after sifting through five or six toys, I find my battery operated one and try it out.
“Fuck, yes.” I say when it turns on and the small bullet starts vibrating in my hand.
It’s not as powerful as the one that I was using but will do for now.
I just need one orgasm and I will charge every toy that I have so that I don’t go through this torture anymore.
Instead of going to the bed, I place the toy against my clit right here in the closet. I’m so damn desperate for a release, I don’t want to wait to get comfortable.
The vibration against my clit feels good and I’m about to start circling it around when the vibration starts to slow down and a second later stops completely.
“Why are you doing this to me?” I say into my closet.
This honestly can’t be happening.
I’m so on edge right now that if I don’t get what I need soon I’m going to start crying.
The good thing about the toy that’s currently betraying me is that all I need is a battery and I will be good to go.
Liam has to have somewhere. I think I might have seen some in the kitchen.
Gripping the battery-operated toy that is on my shit list for the moment, I get up on my feet and leave the walk-in closet.
I don’t even bother putting on clothes. Liam isn’t home, nobody is going to see me.
The second that I open the door to my bedroom and step into the hallway, though, I regret that thought process.
Why you may ask?
Because the man in question is currently standing at the end of the hallway.
What the hell is he doing here?
I let out a yelp and instead of running back into the safety of my room, I cover my not so bitty bits and turn.
“What the hell are you doing at home?” I yell out in a panic.
“Um, I,” Liam starts to say but then stops.
I turn slightly and I see that he’s still standing where he just was but this time his eyes focused on my ass and his mouth is opening to say something but nothing comes out.
“You weren’t supposed to be here until late.” I say, trying really hard not to freak out any more than what I already am. I finally come to my senses and run to my room, quickly closing the door behind me.
“We were able to leave early.” Liam says, his voice sounding closer. He must have finally found the will to move.
“It was a two hour flight. How early did you leave?”
“It's only an hour flight from Detroit, Chloe.” He says, his voice coming just outside my door.
“Your flight information said two.” I have no idea why I’m arguing with him about this.
Maybe because he saw you naked for the first time in seven and a half months.
“We’re in a different time zone, Chlo,” he says.
Of course, I would forget about stupid time zones when I’m trapped in an orgasm filled state of mind.
“Chloe, open the door.” He says a few seconds later.
“I’m good, thank you.” I say thinking that it might be a good idea to hide under my covers.
“I have something that you may want,” his voice is low and my body is liking it a little bit too much.
“Oh yeah? And what is that? A black hole to suck me in and erase my embarrassment?” I will never live this night down.
“Why don’t you open the door and find out, sweetheart?”
It’s the sweetheart that does it for me. With a reform sigh, I open the door just a smudge, enough to peek my head out and cover my body.
“What?”
He gives me a smirk to end all smirks. “Did you lose something?”
I don’t know what I’m more mortified about. The fact that he saw me naked when I was on the hunt for batteries for my toy. Or the fact that I dropped said toy and he found it and is now showing it to me?
Both are equally as embarrassing.
I try to reach for it but the man has height on me so he quickly takes it out of reach.
“Uh-huh. You’re going to have to come out here and get it.”
I don’t move. I can’t believe that he would do this to the mother of his child. Asshole.
“You’re seriously going to torture the woman that is carrying your baby?” I throw out very much wanting to stick my tongue out at him and act like a child.
Even more so when the asshole starts to grin.
“If she wants an orgasm, I will. With my tongue, fingers, or cock, she can take her pick,” he tells me, his eyes gleaming when I let out a gasp.
No way.
This isn't happening. I have to be dreaming because there is no way in hell that Liam is saying what I think he’s saying.
I watch as he comes closer to the door, the toy I was using on myself a few minutes ago, in his hand, taunting me.
Liam is looking like he’s the predator and I’m his prey. And I’m liking it. I’m liking it so damn much.
And the second that he says his next few words, I’m an absolute goner. The desperation taking over.
“Do you want one, sweetheart? Do you want to come?” He asks, in that low voice of his that has me holding my legs together a little tighter.
I give him a nod, not being able to speak.
“Then be the good girl that I know that you are and come and get it.”