Bonus Scene #2
I bring our joined hands to my mouth and kiss her fingers, the back, the palm, her wrist, imbuing my love into every touch. “It’s her loss. But I know it hurts to know she won’t be here for you. If it helps, my mom will be excited enough for two moms.”
My girl smiles, her eyes filling with tears. “She will. She’ll be a wonderful grandmother. Your dad is going to have to love enough for two granddads too.” A tear slips free and then another, and another.
This isn’t just about our kids missing out on her parents.
I know she loves me and my family as if we were her blood.
But it’s moments like this that are another level of disappointment.
Another life event she has to face without her birth family by her side—the absence that much keener.
The pain that much deeper. I’m thankful Jace has come around and their relationship is that much stronger for all the hardship they faced.
I pull her to me, hugging her as close as I can and not choke her out.
“With Jace, Fin, Matt, Michael, Victor, and Sebastian, our kids are going to have lots of men who will love them like their own. Margot and whoever the guys end up with will love our kids too. They won’t even realize they’re missing a set of grandparents. I promise, Sweetness.”
She nods. She knows. The hurt is still real, though. “Our family is big and will only grow bigger with each wedding, each baby born. I just need a minute to come to terms with my parents not being here. It’s a reality check that sideswiped me. That’s all.”
“Take all the time you need. I’m not going anywhere.” I kiss her forehead and sigh over the top of her head. She settles in close, and I relish every second of it.
She’s pregnant. The thought fills me with a peacefulness I never thought was possible. “Thank you,” I murmur against her brow.
“For what?” Her glistening eyes meet mine.
“For being mine. For marrying me. For loving me. For making me a daddy.”
“You’re making me a mommy.” Her smile is the sweetest fucking thing ever.
I return it. “I am, aren’t I.” Pride wells as if I got her pregnant just by being in the same room with her.
She laughs and my heart soars. “You’re such a caveman, Caveman.”
“I am, but only for you, Sweets.” I kiss her softly. “Only ever for you.”
7 MONTHS LATER
Her pregnancy body is going to kill me. Downright give me a heart attack. I can’t get enough of her new curves. I can’t get my fill. I can’t get deep enough. And when our son moves and stretches in her tummy like a scene from Alien, I get rock hard.
My Brady is a big baby. They think our son is ten pounds. The doctor is going to induce Samantha in two days if she doesn’t go in to labor before then. Yeah, I’m a sick motherfucker to find pride in my woman carrying around a baby big enough to rip her to shreds on his way out.
I pray, pray, my girl will be alright. She has to be.
I’ll remind Brady every damn day how much his mother sacrificed to bring him into the world—when he finally fucking comes.
“Here.” My Sweets waddles toward me where I’m sitting on the edge of our bed. She holds out a tub of lotion she wants me to rub on her belly to save her from scarring stretch marks. And she’s naked—completely—and ready to pop, as she likes to say.
“You want to lie down?” She won’t, but I ask anyway. The sight of her makes me hard and so damn guilty for doing this to her. Every step hurts, she can’t get comfortable, false labor is kicking her ass, she’s barely eaten today, and she pees more than she drinks, if that’s even possible.
She rubs her ginormous belly in circles and moans, “No,” just as Brady’s foot pushes in the spot she’s rubbing.
Dipping my fingers into the tub, I come out with a heaping handful, rub my hands together and start massaging it into her taut skin.
Brady moves from side to side like he’s trying to mirror my movements from the inside.
This kid, if he doesn’t kill his mommy, is going to be my pride and joy.
I can’t wait to see the beast of a man he’ll be one day.
But for the moment, he’s the source of my woman’s discomfort.
I move lower, my eyes locked on her Caveman’s tattoo below her bikini line. It’s vibrant and shines from the liberal application of lotion, the top a bit distorted from stretching to accommodate Brady.
“What if they have to cut me there?” My Sweets worries her bottom lip as she holds my shoulders for support.
“They won’t.” I’m certain.
“But what if they do?” I catch the fear in her voice and it has nothing to do with her tattoo.
I continue to caress her silky skin as my eyes catch on her abundant breasts before locking on her troubled, blue eyes.
“If they do, then our son will have a round head instead of a cone, and my girl will have a scar to brag about.” I cup her breasts and squeeze, teasing the stiff peaks that are sensitive enough to make her come if given enough attention.
She gasps, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
“Whatever happens, Samantha, we’ve got this. I can’t do this for you—and even if I could, I’m not sure I would. You’re amazing. You’re tough. You take everything in stride and giving birth will be no different. I’ll be there the entire time, before, during, and after. I’ve got you. I promise.”
A deep breath and a slight smile are all I get.
“And I will love your body in every stage of our lives. Scars and stretchmarks are nothing compared to the miracle you’re giving us.
” I don’t put lotion on her stretchmarks because I care about her having them.
I put it on her because she asks, and any chance to get my hands on my girl is reason enough.
“Joseph,” the wisp of her reply tugs at my heart.
I capture her cheek, keeping her eyes on me.
“Don’t you know by now, baby? I want you pregnant, not pregnant, scars, no scars, young, old.
You get my cock hard, my heart racing, and my blood pumping.
I’m the man I am because of you. The way you love me.
The heat in your eyes and the swoon in your step when you catch me looking.
Fuck, Sweets it’s only you. Always has been. Always will be.”
She leans in for a kiss, maneuvering around her tummy that hits me way before her mouth does. “The things you say,” she whispers across my lips before she presses her mouth to mine.
I hold her close, supporting her pregnancy weight with my body, and suck her bottom lip, tugging lightly. Her moan has my cock dancing in my boxer briefs, and my hand sliding between her legs. I growl with satisfaction. “You’re so fucking wet, Sweets.”
“Your mouth—”
“Do you want my mouth on you, or—” I slip a finger inside her and then rub her clit.
“Do you think you can stand while I make you come?” I flick her nipple and fill her with another finger as I suck on her plump peak.
She clenches around my finger, her moans ratcheting up as if she’s ready to come.
She probably is. My girl is hot when she’s not pregnant but amp her up with hormones and she’s purring and ready 24/7.
“Joseph,” she warns.
“Can you stay on your feet, baby?”
“Yes. Just—”
“I know. I got you.” Her head falls back as I suck and bite her nipples, her hands holding on like we’re on turbulent seas.
Her trembling starts with gasps and sucked in breaths, her hips moving, her pussy gripping my fingers in an effort to keep them in as I pull out. “God, Sweets. You’re so fucking sexy.” I tug on her nipple, releasing it with a pop.
She cries out, begging me for more.
“You gonna come for me?”
“Yes.”
“I need to bury my cock balls deep in you.”
She shutters. My cock fights to rid itself of its clothed cage.
“But not before you come on my fingers.” I suck on a nipple, tweak the other with my fingers, strum her insides, and press on her clit until she’s shaking so hard, I’m sure she’ll collapse.
“I’m…” she cries out. Moisture pools a second before she comes.
“Jesus, yes. Just like that, Sweetness.”
Tremors rack her body. I wrap an arm around her back, suck a nipple till I’m sure I’ll draw milk that’s meant for my son. I hold my girl as she falls apart for me, one clench, one scream, one erotic shudder at a time.
Before she can come down, I’ve got her lying on her side with me kneeling over her, straddling her bottom leg and holding her open.
Her other leg is cradled against my abdomen as I sink my aching cock in her an inch at a time.
Taking it slow. I may have finger fucked her hard, but this close to giving birth, she’s tender inside and my cock is bigger than my fingers.
I delve in, swivel my hips. Pull out and do it again, and again. She gasps and moans, clutching the covers and my thigh, moving her hips into me. Her belly moves, her tits bounce, and her eyes stare straight into my soul.
“Joseph?”
A shiver runs up my spine. “Yeah, Sweets?”
“I’m gonna come again.” She arches. “I need to come again.”
“Fuck.” I’m not ready to blow. Not yet. But her body is talking to mine in a way that’s too familiar and hard to resist.
I wrap my arm over her top thigh, holding her flush to me and rub her clit and use my other hand to tease her breasts in just the way she likes it—the way she needs it.
As she gets closer, I switch it up, giving up on her breasts and tease her ass, squeezing and kneading, my thumb rubbing over her tight ring that’s so wet from her juices.
I thrust a little harder when a soft, “More,” seeps out between her moans. My thumb slips through her rosebud, my balls tighten, and my girl asks for more.
“You want my cock here don’t you, Sweets?
” The idea has me gritting my teeth. I don’t even need her answer, her body tells me all I need to know.
I push a little farther, moving my finger in and out of her ass as my cock fills her pussy.
So tight. Fucking heaven. I lean over her, careful not to squish her belly.
I don’t need it, but I definitely want to hear her say it. “Tell me.”
She captures the back of my neck and pulls till we’re nose to nose. “Yes.” She licks across my lips.
“My dirty girl.” I kiss her hard, possessively, as I rub her clit, surging inside her. “Soon, Sweets.”
“Yes,” she chants as I sit back, my abs clenching as I thrust, holding off what I can’t wait to give her—my cock in her ass, my fingers in her pussy, riding her hard as she screams my name and begs for more. Everything.
On a moan that starts with the pointing of her toes and the shaking of her legs and works up her body, my beautiful, pregnant wife comes so hard, she rips my orgasm from me, pulling it right along with her own release.
My groan is deep and savage and so fucking full of love and awe for the woman I’ve been blessed with.
I fall over, kissing her thoroughly as I pull her close and hold her as we catch our breath.
Life is never boring with my Sweetness.
The sex is off the charts.
She challenges me. She fulfills me. She’s my partner in life—in good times and bad.
And our life is about to get even fuller with the birth of our son.
She snuggles in as close as her belly allows, throwing her leg over me, her wet heat tempting my cock.
Her hips flex and that’s all it takes to convince me we’re not quite done.
I push inside her with languid strokes, growing harder as she clenches around me.
I lean over her and suck in a nipple and find her clit.
Stroking and sucking until she comes, and comes again.
Stroking and sucking until I come.
Stroking until she comes again and falls asleep in my arms.
My cock still inside her.
My son inside her.
My world is complete.
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