Brody
Two years later…
The door to the condo opens and in strolls my wife.
Yup, that’s right.
My wife.
We’ve been married for two months. Oh, you better believe I locked that shit down. As soon as I wrapped up my first season with the Milwaukee Mavericks, we got hitched and took a two-week honeymoon in Bora Bora. The place we stayed in was ultra-secluded, which is a polite way of saying that there was a whole heck of a lot of naked beach time going on.
Goddamn, I miss seeing my wife frolicking in the water with nothing more than a sunhat. Come hell or high water, we’ll be heading back to the island for two weeks every year if I have anything to say about it.
Because I’m in the running for a husband-of-the-year award, dinner is already plated and waiting on the terrace for Natalie. It’s just something simple—salad and spaghetti. During the off-season, I like to try my hand at some new recipes. Although I’m not under any illusions that I’m some kind of wizard in the kitchen. But, by the number of BJs I’ve received lately, I’d have to say that my culinary efforts are very much appreciated. And since I’m quick on the uptake, you bet your ass I’ll continue to have dinner waiting for my wife after she puts in a long day at the office.
Now, would I love it if she didn’t work and we could spend more time together—naked and in bed, preferably? Hell, yeah. But a career in personal finance is what Natalie wants. And all I want is for my woman to be happy. We make this relationship work by supporting each other. That’s never going to change.
“Hey, babe,” I say as she joins me in the living room. “Dinner and a glass of wine are already waiting for you on the terrace.”
Natalie flashes me a grateful smile and slips off her heels before pulling the rubber band from her hair so that the shiny strands fall in a thick curtain around her shoulders.
An arrow of lust shoots through me as I watch her. But it’s more than that. So much more than I ever could have expected when I caught my first glimpse of her across a crowded lecture hall.
How the fuck did I get so lucky?
I have no idea, but I’m going to hold on to it with both hands and never let go.
“Have I told you how much I love you lately?” she asks.
“Nope.” I point to my lips. “Give me some sugar, sugar.”
She smirks and saunters over, twining her arms around my neck and pulling my face down to meet hers. “I love you,” she whispers huskily before feathering her mouth against mine.
I immediately open and her tongue sweeps inside. The simple caress gives me an erection. Dinner is now the last thing on my mind. I want to pick Natalie up and carry her to the bedroom. I think the spaghetti will be just fine heated up in an hour or so. And if it’s not, we’ll order takeout.
Been there, done that.
“I love you, too,” I growl.
Unable to wait a moment longer, my fingers attack the buttons of her shirt. She looks sexy as hell in a silky white blouse and tight pencil skirt that hits right above her knees. And let’s not forget the black heels.
Professional Natalie is hot as fuck.
Since me ripping off her clothing is a nightly occurrence, I know exactly what I’m going to find beneath her corporate wear—black thigh-high stockings and sexy undergarments. I’m impatient to see which matching bra and panty set she picked out this morning.
The image of Natalie standing in the middle of our living room with the late afternoon sun pouring in wearing nothing more than her underwear, stockings, and heels is enough to make me sport some major wood.
No matter how many times I have her, it’s never enough. My addiction only grows stronger.
Thank God, she’s just as needy as I am.
This whole thing between us may have started out as some kind of BS relationship, but it’s evolved into the most important one in my life.
Once I peel the blouse from her body, I unhook the skirt and shove it down her narrow hips until she stands in front of me exactly how I imagined.
This girl is a wet dream come to life. And she’s mine. She will always be mine.
I groan and fall to my knees, staring up at her with open adoration. “Fuck, baby, you look hot.”
Natalie smiles. Her hands stroke over my cheeks, her fingernails scraping along the five o’clock shadow darkening my jawline. I expect her to say something to the effect of, take me to bed or fuck me right here, you big stud.
But she doesn’t.
Instead, she says, “I spoke with Amber today.”
I blink. “Huh?” If I don’t shut down this conversation pronto, my boner will deflate faster than you can say stepmother.
“She’s expecting again,” Natalie says, continuing to stroke my face with her fingers.
I groan. The process of softening has now commenced. “Really?” I grunt, hoping all is not lost. “Do we really have to discuss this right now when I’ve got you exactly where I want you?” She needs to throw me a bone. I’ve been slaving away over a hot stove all day making her dinner…Okay, not really. But still, I deserve a reward for my efforts.
Her shoulders tremble with silent mirth. “I thought you’d want to know that you’re going to have another sibling.”
I shake my head, trying to rid the image of just how that baby got in my stepmother’s belly. I almost shudder. “We have more pressing matters to attend to at the moment, if you know what I mean.” Which I’m sure she does. “I think you could have waited an hour or so to share the good news,” I grumble. Leaning forward, I feather a kiss over her lace-covered pussy.
Her fingers tunnel through my hair. Gah…I love when she does that. “Well, I thought you might want to know that they won’t be the only ones with a baby in seven months.”
Wait…What?
My movements still as my eyes arrow to her brightly shining ones.
“I’m pregnant,” she whispers with a growing smile.
“How did this happen?” The question shoots out of my mouth before I can stop it.
Natalie cocks a brow. “Do I really need to explain that to you, Brody? I mean, I can, but I thought…” She shrugs.
“No,” I chuckle. That’s my girl, always a smartass. Of course, I wouldn’t have her any other way. This is the woman I fell head over heels in love with. “I meant, how did this happen since we were using protection?”
She shakes her head and nibbles on her bottom lip. For the first time during this conversation, uncertainty flickers in her dark eyes. “I forgot to take my pill a few times when we were on vacation.” Her voice lowers, some of her happiness dimming. “Are you upset? I know we talked about waiting a few years before starting a family.”
Still on my knees, I wrap my arms around her hips and pull her toward me until I can lay my head against her belly. How did I not see this before? Natalie has always had a perfectly flat abdomen. Now there’s a slight roundness to it. Not that anyone would notice, but I see her naked every night and didn’t think anything of it.
“Are you kidding me? I’m fucking thrilled.” And I am.
I turn my face so I can meet her eyes again. So she can see the truth of my words.
“Really?” she whispers, still looking unsure. I hate that I’ve taken away even a moment of her joy.
“Of course, I am. I love you. And I love that we created this baby on our honeymoon. It makes it even more special.”
I lay a kiss against her belly and rise to my feet. In one swift motion, I sweep Natalie off hers and carry her to the bedroom. She beams at me, and there’s so much love shining in her eyes that it makes me feel like the luckiest man on the face of the earth.
Yeah, we’ll definitely be ordering takeout in roughly two hours.
Three, if I have anything to do with it.
Now, if you’ll excuse us, you bunch of nosy bastards, I’m going to make slow love to my gorgeous wife. And maybe, just for shits and giggles, I’ll have her explain how babies are made. Because the thought of all the demonstrating she’ll have to do gets me all hot and bothered.
~T