Chapter Twenty-Four

Lena

The flushing of the toilet sounds like music to my ears. I lean against the tiled wall and let out a sigh of relief.

For a moment there, I thought I'd end up embarrassing myself in front of everyone. I knew being pregnant meant I'd have a bladder with a mind of its own, but I had no idea how bad it could get until I was standing in front of that crowd with my knees trembling and my nerves out of control. Why did Mickey have to ask me to make a speech?

I cringe and slap my forehead as I remember it.

How could I have messed up so badly? I've never had a fear of public speaking, so how could I have messed up Mickey's name? How could I have forgotten Harold's? Is this the 'pregnancy brain' that I've been reading about?

My back slides down the wall as I slump towards the floor.

Now everyone will think I'm a stuttering fool. And that's not even the worst of it. That woman I bumped into whose drink I spilled--I recognized her. She's probably someone important. And she sounded like she wanted to kill me.

I bury my face in my arms.

I may have avoided wetting myself in public, but I sure didn't avoid embarrassing myself. I still caused a disaster. How can I face Mickey, Harold and everyone after this? How can I face Riley?

"Lena, are you there?" I hear his voice from beyond the bathroom door.

I don't answer.

The knob rattles. "Lena, if you're in there, please answer me."

"Go away," I tell him. "I'm not going back to that stupid party."

"And I'm not going to make you," he says. "I just want to make sure you're alright."

I drop my hands to my sides and rest my head against the wall. "How can I be after everything that happened? I'm a laughingstock now and everyone thinks I'm stupid. They probably even caught all my blunders on camera."

Riley says nothing. In fact, everything seems to have gone silent on the other side of the door.

I stare at it with furrowed eyebrows.

Did Riley leave? Is he disgusted with me now?

Then the knob turns. The door opens and Riley steps in. He puts a coin in his pocket and then bolts the door behind him.

My eyebrows arch. "How did you--?"

My voice trails off as he wraps his arms around me.

"It's alright," Riley whispers in my ear before lifting a hand to stroke my hair. "I don't care what everyone else says or thinks. None of that matters."

I frown. "Easy for you to say. You're a McAllister, an Olympic gold medalist, and everyone adores you. I'm a nobody."

He cups my face and looks into my eyes. His gleam in seriousness.

"You're my wife, Lena. And I'm the only one you need to please."

Riley brushes strands of hair away from my cheeks. Then he strokes them as he brings his mouth to mine.

At the touch of his lips, my whole body stops trembling. My worries vanish and the ache in my chest melts away. His tongue brushes against mine and I melt away.

I open my mouth wider as I clutch at his shirt. Our tongues, our breaths become entangled and my head begins to spin. Heat travels through my veins like a bullet train on fire.

I want him. After all the crazy stuff that happened tonight, I want to know I still have something good. And if what he said is true, then I do want to please him.

Right now, Riley is all I have.

I begin to unbutton his shirt. His fingers find the zipper at the back of my dress and pull. He pushes it off my shoulders and I stand up so I can step out of it. I undo the last button of his shirt and he shrugs it off.

He pulls me close as he deepens the kiss. My breasts press against his chest. They swell and my nipples poke against the cotton domes coating them. My fingers trace the firm muscles of his abdomen. His run over my back before resting on my bum, which he squeezes through my cotton panties before pulling me even closer.

I gasp into his mouth. His erection brushes against my thigh and I shiver.

Yes, I'm trembling again. My heart is pounding like crazy again. But this time for an entirely different reason. For an amazing reason.

I place one arm around him and reach for his cock with my other hand. My fingers wrap around the tent in his pants and begin to stroke.

He trembles as well. A growl rumbles in his throat.

The rod of flesh in my hand swells even more. The cotton barrier grows hot and damp.

I, too, feel something swelling between my legs even as desire bulges in my chest. Heat swirls in my belly and seeps out of me.

Ah, now I have wet my panties. But this wetness I don't mind at all.

Riley lets out another groan. Then he pushes my hand away. He unhooks my bra and I let it slip off my arms. He pulls my arm and leads me in front of the full length mirror.

My eyes grow wide as I stare at my almost naked reflection.

He's not thinking of fucking me in front of the mirror, is he?

I turn my head to look at him. "Riley--"

He grasps my chin and silences me with a kiss. His tongue holds mine down and all I can do is moan.

His other hand traces the curve of one of my breasts. Then his thumb rubs against my stiff nipple. My knees shake.

He lets go of my chin so both of his hands can play with my breasts. When I pull away to gasp for air, my half lidded eyes go to the mirror and I see the look of lust in them. I see my flushed cheeks and my parted, swollen lips.

Is that... really me?

Riley kisses my neck then nibbles on my shoulder as he moves one hand even lower. I hold my breath as it crawls towards my underwear. I gasp as it disappears beneath the cotton and I feel the brush of his fingertips against my nub.

My legs part. My eyes close as I throw my head back against his chest. My mouth opens but no sound comes out.

He rubs my nipple as he strums the swollen nub between my legs. It burns and the fire spreads throughout my body. My underwear gets wetter. My knees shake and my toes curl into the rug beneath my feet.

The pleasure is too much. Just too much. Before long, it overwhelms me and I grip Riley's sides as my back arches. A cry escapes from my lips and splashes on the ceiling.

Afterwards, I can barely stand so I lean against him. I open my eyes and see myself in the mirror, my skin flushed and glistening with sweat. My panties look soaked.

No. They are soaked, and not with sweat.

I don't want to look at my body anymore, so I turn around and rest my cheek against Riley's chest. Again, I feel his erection poking me.

When he lifts my chin and captures my lips once more, I take off his belt. I unzip his pants and take his hard cock out so I can wrap my fingers around it.

It feels even more amazing now that it's unclothed. The skin is smooth. The tip is slightly sticky. And it throbs against my palm as if it has a life of its own.

Riley groans and pulls away. Then he pulls me towards the sink. He grabs my hips and hoists me up on the counter. Then he pulls my panties all the way off my ankles. The cold, hard marble against my heated skin makes me shiver.

"It's cold," I complain.

"I'll warm you up soon enough," Riley promises.

In the next moment, he lifts my thighs and parts them. I lean back on my arms to keep my balance. I hold my breath as I watch his thick cock slowly disappear inside me.

Amazing. I guess that thing really does fit inside me.

As he stretches me, I open my mouth to exhale. I tear my gaze away from his cock and look into his eyes, finding them glassy just like mine.

I place my hands on the back of his neck and kiss him. He slips his tongue into my mouth just as he pushes the rest of his cock inside me in one go. Afterwards, he pauses then starts moving slowly. When he moves faster, I pull my mouth away and cling to him. My arms and legs wrap around him.

He hugs my back as he thrusts into my trembling body. My nipples rub against his chest. I press my mouth against his shoulder and moan against his skin. I taste the saltiness of his sweat.

Again, the pleasure builds. Heat from his cock spreads through my numbing thighs all the way to my toes and upwards to my belly and my chest. It buzzes in my veins.

I wonder if it's an effect of my pregnancy, but lately, the pleasure has been more intense. Or maybe my body is just more sensitive.

Before long, I'm on the brink again, and after a few more of Riley's hard thrusts, I fall over the edge. I cling to him with trembling arms as I let out a cry. My heels dig into his back.

Riley suddenly he pushes me away. I watch him as he walks to the toilet and starts stroking his cock over it.

Again, he refuses to come inside me.

In a way, it's touchingly considerate, but somehow the sight of him seeking the peak of pleasure on his own bothers me. I jump off the counter with what strength I have left, and before I can think it through, I'm on my knees on the rug in front of him.

I wrap my fingers around his cock and stroke. He jerks his hips. When I part my lips, his cock slips past, and moments later I feel his hands gripping my hair as something warm splashes against the insides of my cheeks, coats my tongue and gushes down my throat.

Okay. Once his cock stops throbbing, he pulls it out. I swallow the liquid in my mouth.

Riley touches my cheek. "Are you alright?"

I nod.

Strangely, even though I can't stand the taste of garlic, ginger, bologna or broccoli, I don't seem to find the taste of his cum disgusting at all.

He offers me some tissue and I wipe my lips.

"You didn't have to do that."

"I wanted to," I tell him. "I wanted to please you."

He pulls me to my feet, puts his arms around me and kisses the top of my head.

"Better?" he asks me.

I nod. In the past minutes, I'd forgotten what happened at the party, and even now that I remember it, I don't mind it so much anymore.

Riley's right. Why should I care about what everyone else thinks? Riley and my baby are all that matter to me.

And knowing I have them, I can rest my cheek against Riley's chest and smile.

~

In the morning, I wake up still feeling wonderful.

My back and my butt hurt a little, true, but that's not enough to make me frown. As I stretch my arms, I send a smile up to the ceiling.

Yesterday may have been a disaster, but today is going to be a great day. I know it.

Or so I think until I turn on the TV and see my face on the screen, until I hear myself struggling with my speech amid jeers in the background. But that's not the worst thing I hear. Alongside news of my marriage to Riley and my pregnancy, I hear stories--stories of me lying on Wed For A Week and deceiving the audiences by painting Riley as some jerk, of me tricking Riley into marriage, of me marrying Riley just for his money.

I place a hand over my chest as it tightens.

I guess the world isn't going to let me off that easily.