CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
MY BLISS
Something was up. Bianca had locked herself in the bathroom. She'd been in there for thirty fucking minutes.
I knocked again. "Love, are you okay in there? Is something wrong?"
She mumbled that she was.
I left, did a few things, and came back a good thirty minutes later. She was still fucking in there.
I knocked again. "Are you ill? Did something disagree with your stomach?"
I was a TMI type of guy.
She mumbled a no, but she sounded strange.
I was just getting my phone out to call Stephan when he burst into our bedroom without knocking.
I blinked at him. This had never happened before. He knew very well that our bedroom was not a safe place to enter without knocking. Odds were more likely than not he'd scar his eyeballs for life, doing a thing like that.
What the hell was going on?
His eyes ran over my face, and they were bright with excitement.
And possibly tears.
What the hell was going on?
He was just striding to me when Javier came up behind him to hover in the door.
Without a word, Stephan dragged me into a rough, back thumping embrace.
I patted him back, cause it seemed the right thing to do.
What the hell was going on?
"She didn't tell me first," he said, sounding excited. "I swear it. I just guessed. She said she wanted us to come over so she could tell us all something, and I just knew."
The confusion, the worry, started to change into something else entirely, something powerful and profound blooming in my chest.
"Tell you what?" I asked softly, right as she opened the bathroom door.
I moved away from Stephan to approach her. She looked pale, something vulnerable her eyes.
Her lower lip was trembling, her eyes pure liquid on me.
And she had something in her hand. She held it up with a trembling hand.
Stephan let out a loud whoop, thumping me on the back again repeatedly.
I approached, looked down at the little white stick in her hand. A pregnancy test. With a clear plus sign on it.
I dropped to my knees, burying my face against her belly, rubbing my face back and forth, taking deep steadying breaths, the strongest joy I'd ever known washing over me, head to toe.
I hadn't even been aware she'd gone off birth control. She hadn't told me she was trying, and I understood. She was already so nervous about it anyway. She hadn't wanted that extra pressure on her.
My excited, adoring eyes would have always been looking for signs of a pregnancy, from the second I knew it was even a possibility.
"How long have you been off the pill?" I asked her, lifting her shirt to kiss her stomach. It wasn't enough of her for me, and I dragged her shorts down, too, giving myself a generous amount of skin to wallow in.
I wallowed.
"About a year," she said quietly.
"How far along are you?"
"Twelve weeks."
My hands went to her ass, gripping as I rubbed my nose against her soft skin. Then my lips, my tongue, moving down, kissing from hipbone to hipbone.
Javier cleared his throat.
Reluctantly, I stopped, letting the other men embrace her. Stephan held her for a long time, so long that I just joined them, hugging her back as he took her front, my hands snaking around and between to rub over her belly, my face buried in her hair. We stayed like that for a very long time.
I was holding the magical stick. I couldn't stop looking at it.
"You know she peed on that, right?" Javier called out.
I shrugged. I could not have cared less, tracing that plus sign with my finger.
"James," Bianca called.
She was lying on the bed, side by side with Stephan and Javier, Stephan in the middle, looking at his phone. Javier's head was on his shoulder. Bianca and Stephan were holding hands.
She extricated her hand from Stephan's nudging him in the side. "Tell him what you were telling me."
"You need to get some coconut oil, to prevent stretch marks," he said, reading from his phone. "She's freaked out about what's going to happen to her body. Like, really freaked out."
She elbowed him for that, and he smiled, leaning over to kiss the side of her head.
I moved to sit at her hip, hand going to her stomach. It wasn't enough, and I turned, lifted her shirt up to her ribs, and rubbed my face into her skin.
She gripped my hair in both hands, stroking through the strands.
I started kissing her skin, and quickly got carried away.
"Seriously, man?" Stephan asked as I used my nose to push her shorts lower, mouth following.
I pulled up gasping.
"Just so you know, these sheets haven't been changed today." I waited a beat. "And we had a busy morning."
"Oh God!" Javier said, jumping up.
"That's messed up, man," Stephan said with a laugh, getting up more slowly.
It worked. They gave us a moment of privacy. Well, more like an hour.
I couldn't get enough of my mouth on her body. My face in her belly. Hands cupping soft flesh.
I pulled her shorts and panties off, pushed her shirt up higher to bare her bra, snapped it open, pulled it all off, and took my mouth to her again.
I ate her out excessively. Tenderly. I kept my tongue on her and in her until she begged for my cock.
We were gaming in the den, Bianca in the next room, sorting through baby things.
"I think you should have five," Stephan said to me right before he shot Javier in the head.
Javier cursed. "I vote two. More than two kids is too many, even with nannies."
"My womb is not a democracy!" Bianca called from the other room.
I couldn't stop laughing for the longest time. None of us could.
She'd taken to using coconut oil as her belly started growing. Just another reason I loved her pregnant.
She smelled like coconuts, vanilla, and Bianca. It was a heady combination.
"How many do you think we'll have after this one?" I asked her.
"How many what?" she asked lazily, half asleep.
"Orgasms." That woke her up a bit. I grinned at her. "I'm kidding. Kind of. But I meant babies. Children."
She looked thoughtful. "I don't know. I say we take it one baby at a time, if you don't mind."
"Just throwing this out there, but I love you pregnant. If that helps."
"Noted."
She was lying on her back in bed, and I had both of her feet in my lap, rubbing them. I'd enthusiastically taken over the task of oiling her up. You might say I went overboard with it at times. There was no such thing as having my hands on her too much or too often, though, as far as I was concerned.
We were staying at the New York apartment for a few weeks. I was getting some work done before we went back to Vegas, before Bianca had to stop flying.
She came out of our closet, holding a silly looking pair of pants in front of her. "No, just no. Normally Jackie is pretty reliable, but she's gone too far this time."
I smiled, bemused. Jackie was a strange one, with an off sense of humor that I'd always appreciated. I assumed that this was her version of a joke, but I wasn't actually sure.
"Tell her no more hammer pants."
I laughed. That's what they were! "Hammer pants."
She gave me an exasperated, wide-eyed look. "Is this some sort of maternity wardrobe joke?" she asked.
"We can only hope."
Her already ample breasts had gotten huge. It didn't matter what she wore, whether she showed her cleavage or wore a shirt up to her neck, they quite simply tried to escape her clothes, pushing at buttons, swelling into and over any single thing that she tried to wear.
Between that perfectly rounded belly and those mouthwatering tits of hers, I was useless as soon as she entered a room, throbbing in seconds, no matter the company. If she came into arm's reach of me, I was done, my hands filling with her lush curves whether I willed it or fought it.
Even after all the years together, she still blushed for me, but never resisted, never batted me away.
I tried to take her out a few times when she was blooming with her pregnancy, but quickly found that this was impossible for me.
I sat across the table from her in Red, drinking her in, watching her take a sip of water, her lips wet, her throat working. That alone put me in a state. Hardcore BDSM porn could not have done for me what just watching her take one draw of water did.
I was sitting beside her, my chair dragged with me, between one drink and the next, my arm around her, the other rubbing at her belly, then her thigh under the table.
Her mouth parted in a gasp, and I bent to kiss her, my intent innocent enough, if anything could be innocent when I had been obsessed with fucking her senseless since the moment I'd set eyes on her.
The years had not softened that need one bit.
One soft wet touch of her lips made me snap, and I groaned as I nuzzled into her parted lips, sliding my tongue into her mouth, then out to lick her lips. I took them hard, sucking, licking, biting as I wrapped her close with one arm, the other snaking up to fondle her glorious tits.
She murmured something unintelligible, her tone surprised, but I couldn't stop rubbing, fondling, eating at her lush pink mouth. She wore a loose maternity style sundress with a rounded neckline. It showed enough of her cleavage that I almost hadn't let her leave the house in it. My first instinct was quickly proving to be wise, as I barely stopped my hand from plunging in to touch skin.
Attempting to restrain myself, I moved my lips to her brow, and my roaming hand back to her belly.
A soft gasp out of her mouth had me losing it again, bending to nuzzle into her exposed cleavage, my hands cupping her breasts together to better feast.
I tore myself away when one errant hand decided on its own to grab her hand and drag it to my pulsing cock.
I was panting as I said, "I think we need to go."
She swallowed, hand still on the throbbing bulge of my erection. "Yes."
I bent and started kissing her, then tore myself away again.
We didn't even try to make it to the apartment. I dragged her up to my office suite.
The first mating was frenzied and fast. I laid her on the edge of the bed, grabbed her hips, and plunged in, fucking as hard and fast as I dared.
I was obsessed with her tits, and I carefully climbed over her body, pushing them together. I shoved my cock in between, fixated on titty fucking her, but it wouldn't work. I'd have had to put pressure on her belly that way.
I finally settled for sitting her up in a chair, gripping her breasts and fucking them like that, upright, grabbing great handfuls of her flesh and rubbing into her.
Her devouring eyes kept me hypnotized all the while.
I came on her chest and still coming, kneeled down and got under her belly to suck on her clit, fingers driving into her, making her come hard and fast.