I set down Mama's suitcase on the floor. "Are you sure you don't need me to run out and grab you anything? Snacks? Drinks? Heating pads."

"Killian. You're becoming obnoxious. I'm quite capable of handling myself. I promise. Now go away and let me get some sleep." She was firm, but graced me with a smile. "I'll let you know when I wake up from my nap and we can talk about dinner."

"Yes, ma'am. I might grab some sleep too." I'd been working overtime on the house, trying to get the nursery done before we moved in. Not to mention still keeping some of my hours at Club Royale. I'd cut them down by half. I didn't like being away from Marcus so much, especially at night. And I was coming to terms with the idea of letting the job go completely, especially if I was going to follow through on the college classes. I knew I could work, go to school and be a dad—plenty of people did it—but it didn't sound like the ideal schedule. It sounded stressful as fuck. 

My phone buzzed as I opened the door to my hotel room, and I took the time to get the door shut behind me and set my suitcase aside before pulling it out.

Are you there yet????

Before I could type out a response, it buzzed again.

I MISS YOU ALREADY

The last message was accompanied by a pouting selfie. Instead of typing a response, I hit the call button.

"I've only been gone four hours," I said when Marcus answered.

"They've been very lonely hours. I've been so lonely, I haven't been able to get out of bed."

Marcus had wanted to drop us off at the airport, but I hadn't liked the idea of him driving in rush hour traffic. He hadn't been too keen on it either, so we argued about it lightly for a few minutes, and then I won the argument by pinning him down and giving him a blow job.

"What, no snugglers?" 

"I think even they've abandoned me as a slacker. That's okay though. I feel too awkward jerking off with them in the bed. Like, I wouldn't do that with human children in the room, and the fur babies aren't that young and innocent..."

I would have laughed, but I was distracted by the idea of Marcus being naked in our bed, jerking off. "Are you getting off to the thought of me?"

"I haven't yet..." His voice had gone breathy, and I could just picture him splayed out on our bed, his arms reaching around his swollen stomach to slide his hand over his cock.

"So, what have you been doing?" I turned the phone on speaker so that I could hear him while I got undressed. Marcus had promised me phone sex, and he was definitely making good on his promise.

"Just playing... thinking of you..."

"For four hours?" I tossed my shirt on the floor.

"Yeah... what are you doing?"

"Getting naked."

The sharp intake of breath told me how much that idea turned him on. "And then what are you going to do?"

"Climb under the covers and wrap my fingers around my cock, pretending it’s you. It won't be the same. My fingers are thicker than yours, and rougher." I followed my words with action.

"Mmm. I love your fingers. Love them on my body. Love them on my cock. Love them in my ass."

"You're evil," I groaned, his words stirring my body almost as well as if he'd been with me in person.

"I think you were evil for not letting me return the favor and suck you off this morning."

"Well, it was painful for me to say no." If it had been anything other than Mama's health, I would have given in. But there'd been no way I was missing that plane.

"Just imagine when we'll have a house all to ourselves. We can stay in bed all day trading blow jobs."

I could imagine it very well. "That sounds nice, but I don't think I can go a hole day without your ass." Loving Marcus was an addiction. And it seemed like he felt similarly about me, if the amount of sex we were still having throughout the pregnancy was any indication. Or maybe it was just hormones. From everyone we'd talked to and everyone we researched, it seemed like it wasn't completely unusual effect of pregnancy that it made you horny all the time. For a lot of pregnant people, it made them completely uninterested, but I seemed to have lucked out with Marcus.

"You know what would be amazing?" Marcus said as I slowly jerked off.

"What's that?"

"A jacuzzi. I really like the idea of a jacuzzi. For sex. After sex. Whatever."

"Why didn't we think of this before we made the bedroom and bathroom plans?"

"I know, right? I just thought of it."

"You know..." Marcus's tone switched to the sexy mischievous tone he got when he was about to say something that was going to drive me up the wall. "When I lived alone... I used to have this suction cup dildo that I'd use in the shower."

I squeezed the base of my cock, ready to come just from the light stimulation and the image of Marcus pleasuring himself. "Yeah?" My voice was rough.

"And I was thinking that would be fun to play with again."

"You think you'd enjoy a dildo more than my cock?" I was teasing, but a little afraid he would say yes.

"I imagine your cock would be busy... in my mouth."

"Fucking hell, babe." I sped up my hand, listening to Marcus describe his fantasy.

"Sounds good, huh? Maybe I could even have a replica made of your dick. I really like the idea of your dick in my ass and in my mouth." His voice was breaking up, and I could hear the slap of his skin as he pushed himself closer to the edge.

"I wouldn't be able to keep myself from fucking your mouth," I told him. "Pushing my cock on your mouth and pushing you back on the dildo. Fucking you double. Watching the sensations overload you—" I had to stop talking because Marcus let out a little scream of pleasure and I was coming, the cum spraying up my stomach. I listened to Marcus's heavy breathing until I caught my own breath. "You've got a dirty mouth."

"All the better to tease you with, my dear," he said sleepily.

I wished he was here. I wished I was there. But I didn't want to make either of us relive the arguments of the morning, even if it had ended well. "You going to get up, or you falling asleep?"

"I think I'm going to take a bit of a nap. Then I'll get up and let the pups out for a little while."

"Sounds good." I yawned. "I'm going to take a nap, too. See you soon. Talk to you sooner."

"Love you, Killer."

"Love you, too, Blondie."