King
The club lights were dimmed and the place was silent, Christy and I the only ones left inside. Vixens had been crowded that night, more so than usual, and Christy was cheerfully shuffling around in our office. Ever since we’d opened our chain of clubs together, Christy had been happier than I’d ever seen her. She was finally living the dream.
Vixens was exactly the kind of club that Christy had always imagined, and I was so glad to be a part of it. It was a classy establishment, like she’d promised, where the dancers had fun, could contribute ideas, and were treated fairly, like they deserved to be. It wasn’t a trashy place like Diamond Castle. It was the kind of place where guys and girls could frequent and have a good time, without the sleazy feeling that some strip clubs held. We ran the business together, sharing the load evenly and working hard to make all our clubs as friendly and inviting as we knew they could be.
Christy had made sure to employ all the girls from Diamond Castle, once it had closed down, partly because we were responsible for their loss of work, but also because they were all great dancers.
Jade had found me a week after the opening and asked to speak with me. I was worried at first, until I saw her big smile.
“You took care of my girl. Thank you.”
The rest of Christy’s girls shared similar sentiments, and I knew that Christy was touched by how much they cared for her.
In the six months since we’d dealt with Romano, Rossi, and the cops, our entire lives had been turned upside down. True to his word, Romano had given Diamond Castle to us. Christy hadn’t wanted it at first, choosing to stick with the warehouse she’d wanted. It was a few months after, when we began expanding and starting our chain, that we’d finally accepted it.
The biggest surprise was that Romano was completely out of our lives. Christy and I had both been worried that our business with him would somehow loom over our shoulders for years to come, but, on the contrary, it was like it had never happened. Nobody had seen or heard from Rossi for six months now, but Christy and I didn’t question it. We didn’t know what had become of him, and, frankly, we didn’t want to. Romano had dealt with it in his own way, and we had moved on.
“King, are we good to go?” Christy called out.
“Yeah, baby. Let’s go home.”
In the six months since, Christy and I had grown even closer. She was my best friend, my ally, my business partner, and my rock. She was the love of my life. We shared everything together, including our past, our present, and our future. I wouldn’t have it any other way. We’d even moved in together, a decent apartment that suited the both of us. It wasn’t over the top, by any means, but just enough for us, and that’s why it was perfect. We’d made a home and a life together, and we were still just as happy with each other as we’d ever been.
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It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, and I was reclined on the couch, watching an old football rerun and relaxing before Christy and I needed to head off to work. She had been strangely absent for the past few hours, running about the house doing strange tasks and keeping herself occupied. I had even asked her at one point if something was wrong, only to be rewarded by a pillow smacking me straight in the face. After that, I just let her do her thing, even if that meant cleaning our light bulbs and door handles. I assumed she would just tell me whenever she was ready, so I left her to it, keeping an eye on her through my peripherals.
The funny thing was that I knew she wanted to get something off her chest by the way she was sending glances at me every few seconds. It was almost as if she was a strange combination of excited and nervous, which didn’t really make sense to me at all.
Finally, having had enough of her flighty behavior, I groaned and turned to her expectantly.
“Tell me what’s wrong!” I burst out.
“What do you mean?” she hedged, darting around and avoiding my eyes.
“I know you’re going to tell me eventually. Just save us both some time and stop cleaning things that don’t need to be cleaned.”
Christy dropped the cloth in her hand and hurried over to sit beside me on the couch, crossing her legs and taking my hand in hers.
“How do you feel about kids?” she asked.
My mind went blank immediately, as I struggled to comprehend what she had said. That was definitely not what I thought would be coming out of her mouth.
“What about kids?” I asked slowly.
“Do you want them?” Christy was peering up at me, as if I had the answer to all her hopes and dreams in my hands, and I was threatening to crush them.
Kids hadn’t really been on my radar throughout my life. Growing up like I did, without typical parents, had put me off ever having kids of my own. Then, after I became a wanted man and assumed I would live alone, kids didn’t even factor into the equation.
Now, though, things were remarkably different. I had a life now. I had a house, a job, and, more importantly, I had Christy. Christy would make a great mother; I could already imagine it. Any kid born to her would be the luckiest child in the world, and she would make sure of it. I found it difficult to see myself as a dad. I had no experience in that field, apart from the bare bones that I received from my own father. That wasn’t what it was about, though. The real question was, would I be willing to start a family with Christy?
The answer was yes.
Of course, it would take a while for her to get pregnant once we started trying, and it wasn’t a sure thing that we would even end up having kids. I didn’t want to get my hopes up if–
My thoughts seemed to stop right in their tracks as I looked down into Christy’s hopeful face.
“Shit,” I said aloud, as my eyes grew wide with shock.
The utter disappointment in Christy’s eyes as she misunderstood my words felt like a vice around my heart.
“Are you pregnant?” I exclaimed.
Her eyes filled with tears at my outburst, but I couldn’t help my shock. I had to know if it was true. She confirmed my thoughts with a single nod of her head.
I couldn’t help the way my lips began to stretch up in a wide smile, as I looked at her beautiful face.
“I’m picking the name!” I demanded immediately.
Her cries turned to those of happiness, and she leapt forward to kiss me passionately. She put all of her emotions into the kiss, tears still running down her cheeks, as she tried to convey her happiness to me.
“You should’ve known that, for you, I’d do anything.”
Our frantic kiss turned into a slow and sensual indulging of the mouths. Our clothes came off one piece at a time, in no particular order. We weren’t rushing anything these days. We had all the time in the world. It wasn’t long before our clothes were on the floor, and we were naked and warm in each other’s arms.
Our bodies were so acquainted with each other’s now, but she still excited me every time. It was an excitement that came from the familiar and one that I could never truly explain.
My fingers explored Christy’s body as if it were for the first time, sliding over her stomach and round to her hips.
“He’s in here now?” I looked up at her, a childish curiosity in my eyes.
Christy nodded as I spanned my palms over her belly. A brand-new life would be growing here soon, one that was half Christy and half me. With a gentle touch of my lips to her stomach, I tried to imagine what it would be like in a few months, swollen and glowing with a life inside. My grin couldn’t be contained, even if I tried.
Finally pulling up and moving back to her face, my hands started rubbing all over the rest of her body, working Christy up to her climax. There was no sense of urgency as we slid our slippery bodies over each other, legs tangled, arms running over one another. Christy reached for my hard length, stroking me gently between my legs, as I did the same to her.
We were close, the both of us, and Christy knew it too.
“King, I need you,” she whispered.
I didn’t hesitate as I slipped myself inside her with one wet thrust. Our resounding sighs at the feeling of completion sounded out in unison, and, for a moment, we stayed there, unmoving.
“Are you happy?” Christy asked me as we lay still together, not yet ready to reach our orgasm.
“More than happy,” I replied, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
We kept our gazes on each other as we began to move together, a slow and steady rhythm that matched the beating of our hearts. Our climaxes spread through us in unison, as we shuddered, convulsed, and exploded around each other.
“I love you, Christy,” I whispered on her lips. It was the first time I had said it to her, even though I couldn’t remember how long I’d felt that way.
Christy had never forced the issue, though, and now, as the words fell easily from my lips, I couldn’t describe how true they were.
“I love you too, King. So much,” she whispered, shuddering around me.
We lay in the aftermath of our lovemaking, because that’s what it was, and I felt contentment filling my lungs and spreading through my veins.
“You’re still not picking the name, though,” Christy teased, and I couldn’t help my light chuckle.
“Together, then?” I asked. We both knew that I wasn’t just talking about baby names.
We had been through a lot together, more than what most couples would go through in a lifetime. But we’d come out on top, working together to fight our way to where we were now, happier than we’d ever been before.
“Together,” Christy agreed serenely, knowing, as I did, that being together was all we would ever need.
THE END
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