CHAPTER 4
Melissa
Shit.
I’m going to piss myself if I can’t figure out how to get out of Greg’s arms soon. He sleeps like this every night, with my body pulled tight to his and my back against his chest. His arm is around my belly, and his palm is holding firm against the girls. Even in his sleep, he’s protecting us. I would smile and think about how it’s the sweetest, most loving gesture ever if his heavy-ass arm wasn’t pressing against my body in a way that has my bladder, which is already fighting for prime real estate, threatening to burst.
Yeah, this would all be the best in the world—if I weren’t about to wet the bed.
Maybe I need some Depends? God, soon I’m going to be walking around in adult diapers with the way the girls are growing. I’m not sure there’s much more room left for them to grow! Greg loves my pregnant belly, and I bet if he had his way, he would keep me pregnant year round. As much as I love being pregnant, I’m ready for this to be over.
Unfortunately for me, there isn’t an end in sight for at least another two months. Even with as uncomfortable as I am, and as much as I wish I knew what my damn pussy looked like, I’m happy to bake my little princesses for as long as I can.
“Greg, wake up, baby. I need to pee.”
He doesn’t move. His arm doesn’t let up.
“Greg, please. I need to go.”
Squeezing my legs together, praying that I can hold it, I try and wiggle free with no luck. His arms pull me closer and my already screaming bladder starts blaring the warning alarm.
“Oh, God.” I try moving his arm again, but he grumbles something about tugboats and yachts before pulling me even closer. “Shit.”
This isn’t going to be pretty if I can’t get up in the next minute. I try to wake him up gently a few times with no luck. Finally, left with no other option, I pull my arm up before bringing my elbow down, driving it back into his gut. He jumps up with a shout, his feet tangling with the sheets before he falls flat on his ass over the side of the bed. I don’t even have time to enjoy the hilarity of the situation before I’m over the edge and wobbling to the bathroom in a sprint that I’m sure makes me look like a penguin running a marathon.
I close my eyes and moan with the pleasure of an empty bladder. I lean back against the toilet and rub my belly while I finish my business. When I finally finish and open my eyes, I see that I’ve gained an audience.
“You couldn’t try a simple wake-up, babe?”
I cock my brow, ignoring him while I finish up in the bathroom. He just stands there, no shame in his mouthwatering nakedness, rubbing his stomach while his eyes take in every inch of my body.
“God, you look good enough to eat.”
I laugh, washing my hands before turning around and closing the distance between us. “You’re impossible. The next time I spend ten minutes attempting to wake your ass up while you try to hold my body captive, I’m just going to piss all over you.” I smile sweetly at him, laughing when his eyes widen.
“I love it when you talk dirty to me, wife.” He smiles down at me, pulling me closer before lowering his mouth to mine. Our kiss is slow and teasing. I can feel his length hardening against my belly, my hands wrapping around his body before gripping his firm ass in my hands and squeezing him closer. He doesn’t waste a second before pulling me back to the bed and showing me how good slow and lazy lovemaking can be.
Twice.
By the time we finally fall asleep, the sun is starting to peek through the blinds, and I thank my stars that Dee and Beck took Cohen home with them last night.
I fall asleep with a smile on my face and my husband’s arms wrapped tightly around his girls again.
Only to wake up ten minutes later, fighting free of his hold before I wet the bed . . . again.
* * *
“What’s your plan for today?” I ask Greg when he walks into the kitchen later that morning. His worn jeans are hugging his ass perfectly, and his arms stretching the limits of the University of Georgia football tee he’s wearing. I’m half tempted to drag him back to bed.
“Figured I would run over to grab Cohen, but Beck just called and said they wanted to take him to the aquarium today and they would have him home before dinner. You’re stuck with me, woman.” He bends down and gives me a quick kiss before walking over to the coffee maker.
“Good. You have a full day of putting the girls’ cribs together then.” I beam up at him when he groans. We’ve been putting off the assembly of the girls’ cribs for a few weeks now. Greg took one look at all the “damn little pieces” and put it aside for another day.
“And I don’t suppose you plan on helping with this adventure?”
“Nope. I have a full day at the spa. Remember, Sway gave it to me for a baby shower gift? All the girls—well, and Sway—are coming. I’ll be gone all day, at least.”
“Spa?” He folds his thick arms across his chest, and my mouth waters from watching his shirt stretch tight against his arms.
“Uh . . . yeah.” I clear my throat, looking up into his knowing eyes. “Manicures, pedicures, a pregnancy massage . . . The normal spa type stuff.”
“Massage?” The edge to his voice clues me in to just where his mind has drifted.
“You don’t need to go all caveman on me, Greg. It’s perfectly fine for pregnant women to get massages. No one is going to touch me like you’re thinking.”
“If you want a massage then we can go back upstairs and I’ll give you one.”
“I love you, but I’m going, and I’m going to enjoy the hell out of Lars rubbing my stiff muscles.” I shouldn’t joke, but he really makes it too easy.
“Fucking Lars.” He takes two powerful steps towards me before gently pulling me up from my chair. “Fucking Lars better not touch any part of your body. Lars better go ahead and go to another state while you’re inside that spa. No way in hell do I want Lars anywhere near your body. This is my body, Melissa. If anyone is going to rub your stiff muscles, it will be me.” His deep voice grinds out the words, causing my panties to flood with my wetness and my pussy to clench. I shouldn’t provoke him, but hell, this is so hot.
“But, Greg, they say his hands are magic.” I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing when his growl rumbles around me. His blue eyes darken to the navy color I love, the color that means my beast isn’t far from the surface. I’ve got him right where I want him. My pregnancy hormones are making me almost ravenous with my sex drive.
“I’ll show you magic.” I yelp when he clears the table with one swipe of his arm. He drops down to his knees and makes quick work of my jeans. Luckily, another plus of maternity clothes—those elastic waistbands. Before I even have time to take a breath, my bare ass is propped up on the edge of the table and my husband’s mouth is feasting between my thighs.
He doesn’t waste a second. His lips suck and lick every inch of my pussy but ignore the only spot I want his mouth to be. I don’t even recognize the sounds coming from my mouth, while I’m holding my body up with one arm behind me and the other is holding his head against me as I ride his mouth. The second he brings his fingers into the mix, finger-fucking me to one mind-blowing orgasm after the next, I’m screaming the walls down.
I didn’t even feel him stop, my body still coming down from the power of my release, but when I feel the cool steel of his Prince Albert against my opening, my eyes open and lazily drink him in. His jeans are pushed down to his knees, and his long, thick cock is ready to plunge into my body. His eyes are hooded, alight with desire.
I bring my hand between us, wrapping my fist as far as I can around his velvet skin, and help him guide himself into my wet heat. There isn’t anything sweet and slow about our coming together. He finally takes me how I’ve been begging him to take me. His balls smack against my ass, and his fingers dig into my hips when he drags me closer to the edge of the table. I can hear how wet I am when he thrusts into my body, the sound intensifying the feelings that are racing through my veins.
When he brings his thumb and presses against my clit, I shoot off in another orgasm so powerful that my hand slips out from behind me and I almost fall to the table. He grunts and pauses in his thrusting to help me keep my balance before powering into my body, the new angle causing each one of the three piercings I love so much to hit all the right spots. I throw my head back and come all over him.
I hear him moaning and grunting before I feel his release bathe my walls.
After a few minutes, both of our breathing returns to normal and I look up at his smug grin.
“How’s that for magic?”
And that’s why I love poking the beast.