Chapter 38
thirty-eight
JUDE
Carrying a duffel over my shoulder, I cruise past the kitchen and into the living room.
All of the lights are on, and Hank’s chewing on a fresh treat.
Greer’s home. Still in her scrubs and tennis shoes, Baby Doll is passed out cold on the sofa with a throw pillow shoved under her neck.
Growing our baby while working all day is zapping all of her energy.
After dropping my bag, I reach for the fluffy fleece on the back of the couch and pull it over her body. She sleeps more deeply when warm.
“Don’t bother, I'm already awake,” Greer mumbles. “The doctor's office hasn’t stopped calling to schedule different appointments.”
“Let me know when they are? I want to be at every single one.” I lean down to steal a kiss before she pushes the blanket off and sits up.
The high-risk OBGYN saw her this morning. No ultrasound yet, but they started her on a daily low-dose aspirin to prevent pre-eclampsia and did a bunch of blood workup.
“I can’t believe Willa was in the doctor’s waiting room.”
Turning into the bedroom, I remind her, “No secrets in a small town.”
Given the size of our community, I should have expected to run into a familiar face at the specialist. At least it was Willa.
If it’d been anyone else, tongues would be wagging a mile a minute.
The cat was out of the bag with only a glance.
Willa and Greer were wide-eyed and sputtering during introductions, the elephant in the room left unmentioned but glaringly obvious.
Maybe the half empty waiting room will keep Greer’s family from finding out before she’s ready.
Now that the doctor’s confirmed everything, it feels even more real. I’m going to be a father.
Tossing the canvas bag onto the bed, I unzip the main compartment and examine the contents.
Not bad for a day’s work. Pulling out my cut of the cash, I tuck it into my bedside table along with the pistol I usually keep holstered at my waist. Some of my brothers prefer to carry a switchblade on a day-to-day basis, but have you ever heard the term, “Brought a knife to a gunfight?”
My phone goes off and I answer right after the first ring. Dad’s voice is mellow on the other line. “You busy?”
“On my way out in a minute. What’s up?”
“Fletcher Guidry called me today. He said they’re worried about Greer. They saw pictures from the party posted online, so they know I’ve seen her.”
“What did you tell them?”
“That she was fine the last time I saw her. They seemed worried.”
“Sorry they bothered you at work.”
“I get it. Their baby girl’s away from them for the first time.”
“She’s twenty-two years old.”
“I know, but it’s hard to remember that when it’s your kid. You’ll understand soon enough.”
“Sooner than you think. How does two grandbabies in a year sound to you?”
Knowing Willa is carrying only one baby, he takes a second to figure it out. His voice is heady with emotion when he answers. “I think that’s a blessing. You gonna marry her?”
“We’ll get around to it.”
“Fletcher isn’t gonna like his daughter walking around in the family way with no ring.”
The tie that binds Greer and me is deeper than a marriage license and vows before a priest. “I’ll handle Greer’s father.
Do me a favor, though, and don’t tell people about the baby yet.
We want to wait a little longer.” Greer and I have already agreed that, with Willa knowing, it was best to tell Dad.
“You two aren’t wasting any time, are you?”
“When you find a woman like Greer, you lock it down.”
There’s a moment of quiet before Dad says, “I’m glad you came back home. I know you were happy in the military, but sometimes it was like you were treading water, waiting for something to happen instead of living.”
Greer chooses that moment to breeze into the bedroom and start stripping. She unclasps her bra, exposing the bare skin of her back. My dick immediately stirs to life. I tell my father with all earnestness, “Coming home was the best thing I've ever done.”
After exchanging “I love yous,” Dad and I hang up. I leave my phone on the nearest surface. Greer unhooks her insulin pump and leaves it on the dresser. “Getting into the shower, Baby Doll?”
She makes an "ehh" expression. “I’m sweaty. Pity you look like you’re back to work. I’d wash your back for you.”
My cock stands at full attention. “I was headed to the charter company to check in.”
She turns around bare chested, her nipples erect, pinker with pregnancy. I’m not a complicated man. I like tits. Specifically, Greer’s. They’re already fuller than before the baby. It’s a win-win situation for me. I get a baby with Greer and these breasts.
My eyes linger there for a long minute before traveling down to the neatly trimmed hair of her pussy.
“In a rush?” she asks in a breathy voice.
I clear my throat, “Not anymore.” This is gonna be fun.
My cut lands on the dresser, next to her pump, followed by my tee thrown mid air as I close the distance between us.
I should take it slow, easy, and savor it, but I’m not in the mood for that.
Not when my woman is looking at me with a coy smile, asking to be fucked.
Her pupils dilate. “I missed my man today.”
I wrap my arm around her bare waist as we head into the bathroom. “I just realized we’ve never fucked in the shower. Time to correct that oversight.”
“It’s tiny in there.”
“We’ll make do. Turn the water on.” I say, shucking my jeans and boots.
After checking the temperature with my hand, I drag her away from the girly shit she’s wasting time with and into the spray. My cock is already throbbing, desperate to be inside of her.
Water pours down my head as I take her ass in my hands and slide my tongue into her mouth.
Draping her arms around my neck, she moans low, achingly, and presses closer.
Our tongues dance together while I caress her body, desperate to consume every part of this woman.
I worship her breasts, cupping the weight of both in each palm, licking around the already peaked nipple of one.
She runs her fingers through my damp hair with a groan.
Her eyes are shuttered closed, lost in pleasure.
I slowly lower myself to my knees, kissing, licking, nipping my way down until I reach her pussy. She pants in anxious breaths. “Open wider.”
When she does as I ask, I bow my head to lick her slit, parting her folds with my thumb. “You’re soaking wet already.”
Her legs are trembling, ready to buckle when I suck her nub into my mouth.
She steadies herself with a hand on each shoulder.
Her eyes slam shut again, and she gasps for breath with each tease of my tongue.
Her stomach muscles tense when I finally give it the attention she’s craving, and she cries out my name.
Prodding her entrance with two fingers, she clenches around me with need. “Open your eyes, Baby Doll. I want you to watch.”
Greer’s eyes are heavy, dreamy, while I fuck her with my fingers. I curl them to hit the sweet spot, and an orgasm rips through her. Fast.
I guide her through it, then bring her down with slow laps of my tongue and kisses on her inner thigh. Her back is up against the wall, a content smile on her lips.
“Turn around,” I command. When she does, I reward her with a pop on her ass. She jumps in surprise and gasps. “No fair, I did what you said.”
“Don’t pretend you don’t love it.” I bury my nose in her throat and let out a low laugh.
Her shake of the head tells me how right I am. In a resigned tone, she says, “What am I going to do with you?”
I punctuate every word with a kiss on her freckled shoulder. “Wear my patch. Marry me. Have our baby. But for now, I’ll settle for fucking. Hands on the tile, palms down.”
I love every bit of her body. Every freckle dotting her skin, the tiny fleck of gold in her eyes, and the curve of her hips.
I place one hand over hers and intertwine our fingers. I lay my cock against the small of her back. “Feel what you do to me, Baby Doll. I get like this every time I think of you.”
My cock is dripping precum, aching to the point of pain when I press the head against her wet entrance.
As I sink into the mother of my child, she groans and bucks up against me.
I give her a moment to adjust to my girth before thrusting until she’s taken all of me. I’m desperate for release, for her.
She clamps down on my dick, and I know we’re both close to a climax. I inhale slowly and reach around for her pussy with my free hand, “Come on my cock, Baby Doll. I want to feel you come apart while I’m inside you.” As my dick twitches with my release, she arches her back and comes.
My face is buried in her neck and I’m slumped, breathless, our bodies still joined.
After a few moments of bliss, I rinse my dick off, then do the same with Greer’s pussy. She’s in that happy post sex glow as I towel us both off and deposit her on the bed. I drape the covers over her, wanting to keep her warm after the shower.
My cock is already hard again when I join her, still not satiated. Positioning myself on my knees, I rest between her legs and drag her to me. “I need a really hard fuck.”
She gives me a flirty grin and runs her palms over my chest. “So what are you waiting for?”
“If I hurt you, tell me to stop.”
“Oh, believe me, that won’t be an issue.” Then, to prove how perfect she is, Greer flips over to her stomach, ass up in the air, just the way I wanted her. Sometimes I think she’s a wet dream come to life.
Without moving from behind her, I reach for a pillow to support her neck and arrange her pliant body.
Two fingers prod into her depths to make sure she’s still ready. After lining my cock up, I breach her entrance with one thrust, driving into her again and again. “Harder, baby,” she begs.
I smack her ass. “I decide that.”
I torment her with slow, languid thrusts until she’s bucking into me. I pop her ass again, “Be good.”
“Please, I’m so wet.”
I laugh, “That's the magic word, Baby Doll.”
Gripping onto her waist, I drive into her again and again.
She clutches onto the sheet, gasping, moaning, begging.
The little witch starts clutching and releasing the muscles of her pussy, making white stars dance in front of my eyes.
I go wild into a full rut. Flesh hits flesh in a faster cadence than I’ve ever thought possible.
In the back of my subconscious, I feel her tighten around me as she comes, bellowing long and loud, but I’m gone, lost in my basest instincts.
Warmth from her climax floods my cock. As my orgasm starts to crest, I want her closer, skin to skin.
I lift her so her back is to my chest, I sink my face in her hair and let go of the last fiber of control that remains.
I keep her in this position long after our cum is dripping down my thighs. I’m spent, my mind clear, my body sated. I place her down in front of me and then move so I’m lying next to her on the bed, belly to belly. She nuzzles into me. “You know I love it when you do that.”
I reach for her hand and kiss the palm. “Do what exactly?”
“When I’m done, and you use my body. It’s kinda hot.”
See. Wet dream. This woman is everything I could ask for in a partner. “You know what? Why don’t we play a little game?” I whisper a dirty fantasy of mine, then kiss her neck. “Wear one of my tees with no panties. I know that’ll be the green light.”
“I’ll have to save it for a special occasion. Or just totally random. You won’t forget, will you?”
“Believe me when I say I’m going to think about it a hundred times a day.”