It’d been ten days of pure bliss. Ten days of John loving on me any chance he got. Ten days filled with more orgasms than I’d had the ten years prior. And when he’d said he was in this with me, he’d meant it, having spent every night he wasn’t working at my place. When he’d been away from me, when he’d had shifts at the firehouse, he’d spent those forty-eight hours texting me whenever he could—the dirtiest, filthiest things, followed by words that made me swoon. Getting me worked up for him, getting me so ready I didn’t complain when he walked through the door, those heavy, heated eyes landing on me, and pounced.
It was almost like he was making up for lost time. For all the months we’d wasted by not being together since he’d been back home. And though part of his reasoning for that—our family’s reaction—still loomed over us, he’d seemed to have blocked it out. Or rather, he ignored it entirely.
We’d have to tell them eventually—and soon. I didn’t want to suddenly show up pregnant with John’s baby and give my dad a heart attack. Finding out his baby girl was having a baby of her own was going to be enough of a shock. Pregnant with his stepson’s child? Well, that was stroke territory, and I’d rather avoid it entirely. But we had a little time, so I was content following John’s lead for now.
I’d been tracking my cycle religiously, using the ovulation sticks every morning. Except today. I’d been late to work—all thanks first to John’s tongue, then his cock—so I hadn’t had a chance to check. Each day, I’d held my breath, excitement and nerves swirling in my stomach, as I’d waited for the readout. Both terrified and exhilarated to be with John for something more than practice. Of course, the practice was amazing, but to have him inside me, filling me…knowing the possibility of a baby was real? I couldn’t wait for that digital readout to tell me the time was right.
After a long day of work, I pulled up to the cottage, glancing down at my phone as it chirped from my purse. Smiling when I saw who the message was from.
It’s almost dinnertime and these guys are making spaghetti again. I’d rather have your soft pussy for dinner. Would you like that, sweet girl? If I came home and had you ride my face?
I flushed, going from zero to sixty in half a second flat. My body responding to him as sure as if he were sitting right next to me, whispering the words into my ear as he teased my pussy with his fingers.
Biting my lip, I typed out a response, smiling when I hit send.
I’d love it—I think I proved that this morning when you had me for breakfast…
Smiling the whole way inside, actually, thinking about him reading my text while surrounded by a dozen firefighters. Not able to do anything but sit there, silently, letting my words settle over him. Trying with everything in him not to get hard. Trying and failing, probably.
I tossed my purse on the side table, then kicked off my heels, my sore feet sighing in relief. Today had been exhausting, too many fires to put out, which had meant a late night. It was already nearing seven, and I was wiped. I had nothing on the docket tonight but pizza and mindless TV. But first…I needed to do my daily ovulation check. I’d only ever done this in the morning, as recommended, so I wasn’t expecting much. But I didn’t want to miss a day, just in case. Once done, I set the stick aside then changed into a pair of leggings and a tank, ready to relax for the evening.
On my way out to the kitchen to get dinner, I swung into the bathroom to peek at the display, sure I’d see a clear circle, same as I had the past ten days. Instead, a smiley face flashed back at me from the digital readout.
“Oh my God,” I breathed, my heart rate spiking, elation swirling in my stomach. This could actually be it. I knew the probability of getting pregnant the first month was slim, but it didn’t stop the burst of excitement at the possibility.
But, of course, now that I’d finally gotten a smiley face, John had just started a forty-eight-hour shift that morning. Even though he was stuck there for another thirty-six hours or so, I couldn’t keep this to myself. And I didn’t have anyone else to call—didn’t have anyone else who would even care about it. So I pulled out my phone and typed a text to John, snapping a quick pic of the smiley face on the stick and sending it along with two words.
It’s time.
He’d stood over me enough in the past few days, waiting for the smiley face, that he’d know what the picture was, would know what it meant. After a few minutes and still no response from him, I set the stick down, washed my hands, and tried to put it out of my mind as I popped a single-serving pizza into the microwave. This was the first day I’d gotten a positive result, which meant we had days to take advantage of it. Even though John had to work two of them, we’d be able to get in some practicing. Well…more than practicing now. It was time. But with him at the firehouse for the foreseeable future, I might as well get my mind off that smiley face.
Dinner finished, I was half an episode into a home improvement show when the front door banged open, sending me shooting six inches off the cushion, a scream lodged in my throat. I whipped my head toward the noise, and there he stood. My hulking beast, eyes heated as he stared at me.
“John…what are you doing home?” Except I had a pretty damn good idea, especially when he stalked toward me, gripping the neck of his shirt and whipping it off before tossing it to the side. “You’re in the middle of a shift.”
“I got coverage. We’re going to have a talk about you not locking this door again, but first, it’s time to make a baby.” He tugged me up from the couch, pulling me against him and descending on me. His mouth hot and hungry against mine, his tongue insistent.
I groaned, melting into him, running my hands over his arms, his shoulders. No longer surprised by what I found, but no less in awe. This big, muscled, perfect specimen of a man was…mine. And he was here to give me exactly what I wanted. A baby.
What he wanted as well. “God, sweet girl. I almost came seeing that stupid smiley face. Do you have any idea how hot it is that you’re excited to carry my child?”
“Probably as hot as it makes me knowing you’re excited to give me one.”
With a groan, he cupped my breast through my tank top, his thumb flicking my nipple as his other hand fumbled with my leggings. Quick, jerky motions attempting to get my pants off. Attempting to get me naked as quickly as possible, so he could slide inside me. So he could fill me. As soon as he’d shoved my pants down far enough, he gripped my ass, pulling me up and against him. Slipping his fingers down until he reached my pussy from behind.
“You are down to fuck, aren’t you? Already so wet and swollen for me. I bet you’re dying to ride me so I can fill you up.”
I groaned as he played with me, his movements confident and sure. Like he’d been doing it for years rather than mere days. He almost knew my body better than I knew it myself. Wasn’t afraid to push me, to see what could drive me crazy. To try things I’d never even thought of.
No time for that tonight, though. At least, not right away.
He spun me around and pushed me forward until I knelt on the couch, forcing me to grip the back as he jerked my leggings down to my knees. Then he unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and settled in behind me. Bringing his body right up against mine, his heat seeping into me.
“Gotta go hard, baby. Need to fill you up to plant my baby inside you. I can’t wait another fucking second.”
Without fanfare, he drove into me, filling me deep. Always filling me so deep. I moaned, pushing against him and silently begging for more. It was never enough with him. I was always so desperate for more.
He gripped my ponytail in his fist, tugging my head back as he scraped his teeth along my neck. All the while he pumped his cock inside me in an unrelenting rhythm, his hips slapping against my ass, using the hand on my waist to pull me back against him. “Fuck, your pussy’s so hot tonight. You’re burning me up, sweet girl. Have you been needy all day? Been thinking about me? Were your panties wet under that sinful little skirt you wore to work?”
“Yes,” I said on a moan, knowing I didn’t need to, but letting the word pass through my lips anyway. John knew exactly what it did to me when he woke me up with his tongue.
Already, the tension built inside me, my orgasm fast approaching. My pussy fluttering around his substantial girth, sucking him deeper with each stroke. John rested his chest along my back as he dropped his hand from my hip and reached between my legs, circling my clit in the same rhythm he used to fill me.
“I wanna feel you come, Em. Want your pussy to milk every bit of my seed from me. Want to see you dripping with it when we’re done.” He brushed his lips against the shell of my ear as he whispered the dirty words, then he lowered his head, teeth sinking into my neck at the same time he pinched my clit and snapped his hips harder against me.
I exploded, pulsing around his driving cock, bursts of colors erupting behind closed eyelids as I white-knuckled the couch cushions. “John, John, John…”
“Fuck, Emery. Take it. Take it all.” Even while waves still crashed over my body, he thrust hard, stilling so deep and succumbing to his release, his cock twitching as he spilled inside me. As he filled me with his seed.
I dropped my head to my forearms while John panted against my skin, brushing kisses along my neck and shoulders, sliding the strap of my tank top to the side so he could reach more flesh. God, we hadn’t even stopped long enough to get undressed. Something that didn’t deter John as he rocked inside me, his cock still half hard and getting harder by the second.
Twisting my head, I looked back at him. “Again?”
He pressed a kiss to my lips, slipping his tongue into my mouth even as he worked his cock inside me. Slower than last time, but just as deep. Just as thorough. “You’re not dripping with my come yet, sweet girl. I’ve got plenty more work to do tonight.”