“Sugar,” I whispered in her ear, slowly stroking the inside of her thigh while she slept. Her round belly stuck out of the covers, reminding me that a morning just like this eight months ago probably led us to this situation—knocked up.

The best part of the entire pregnancy?

She was horny all the time.

“Come on, baby.” Tenderness laced my voice, but I wanted to be anything but. I had a raging hard-on and couldn’t put Gigi on the bus fast enough to slide back into bed.

Suzy had a thing for being woken up with my dick buried deep inside of her. A fantasy she shared with me a long time ago and I took advantage of it, playing it out over and over again at every turn.

Suzy stirred when my fingers traced a path across her pussy. When she didn’t wake, my strokes became more demanding and I spread her legs a bit wider with my feet. Her body writhed against the mattress and she rolled onto her side, pushing her ass against my dick.

Grunting softly, I dug my fingers into her hip and cradled her belly in my other hand.

Just as I started to run my hard cock through her wetness—pregnant and horny all the time—my phone rang. “Fuck,” I whispered and tucked it under my pillow quickly.

I stilled, waiting for them to leave a voice mail before I could sink myself deep. But before I could, the phone started to ring again.

I jabbed my hand under the pillow, fisting my phone and silencing it with my grip. Rolling off the bed, I headed toward the bathroom so I didn’t disturb Suzy and could start right where I left off.

“Hello.” I didn’t even look before I answered.

“Yo!”

Fucking Mikey. I should’ve known it was him, but my raging hard-on had clouded my judgment. “What the fuck, man? It’s like eight in the morning.”

“It’s time to get up, princess.” He laughed loudly and ignored the fact that I was pissed.

“I am up, and you’re interrupting some important stuff.”

“Oh, shit! Sorry, man.”

Peeking through the doorway, I checked on Suzy before closing it a little more to muffle my voice. “What do you want?” I growled.

“I thought since we’re off today we could meet up.”

“For what?” My jaw was clenched so hard it started to ache more than my balls.

“Lunch.”

“Yeah, man. I’ll be there at noon. Not a minute before. Don’t call back.” I hung up and turned the ringer off so he couldn’t disturb us again. Then I tossed my phone on the counter next to the sink.

When I walked back into the bedroom, Suzy was sprawled out on her side, her large belly keeping her from rolling over. Perfect. I crawled back in bed, stroking my shaft as I inched closer to her. “Sugar,” I whispered into her ear and nudged my dick against her.

“What?” she moaned and started to stir.

I didn’t answer with words, but by thrusting my hardened cock into her waiting, greedy pussy. Being inside of her was pure fucking heaven. There wasn’t a day that went by that I didn’t want to bend her over some piece of furniture and have my way with her. When she was pregnant, she was usually game, when she wasn’t too exhausted—which was rarely the case.

Pregnant Suzy was my favorite Suzy.

She pushed back against me as I withdrew slowly and rammed back into her. Nothing got me harder than the noise she made when I was buried balls deep inside of her. “Whose pussy is this?” I asked, fisting her hair in my hand.

Tipping her head back, she peered up at me and looked straight into my eyes. “Yours. Always yours.”

The way she stared at me, her pussy clenching around my cock, my dick hardened even more. Impossible to even imagine, but with her half the time, I thought it would break off before I could come.

“Whose dick is that?” she asked, her mouth hanging open slightly.

“Yours,” I growled, repeating her words. “Always yours.”

The corner of her mouth twitched and she blinked a few times. “Are you sure?”

My body stilled, leaving her impaled. “What does that mean?”

“Nothing.” Her voice cracked and she diverted her eyes.

Tugging lightly on her hair, I pulled her head back so I could see into her eyes. “What did that mean, sugar?”

Lately, she’d said some things that I wrote off as hormones, but with me buried deep inside her, I couldn’t shake off the feeling that there was something more to it.

“Nothing, baby. Nothing.” She smiled, but it wasn’t her typical, happy as a pig in shit smile.

This one was completely fake.

I pulled out and rolled us over so that I was on my side, and I cradled her face in my hands. “Sugar, what’s on your mind?” I tried to read the pain I could see in her eyes.

“Nothing,” she squeaked, her eyes filling with tears.

“One thing we are is always honest. Please tell me.”

My heart ached as I stared down at her. Suzy and I always had a passionate, lighthearted relationship—until now.

“I’m just gross,” she whispered and closed her eyes, letting the tears spill down the side of her face.

Every ounce of air I had inside my lungs evaporated. “Sugar, you’re absolutely stunning.” How could my beautiful, supersexy wife think that she was gross?

“You’re just saying that because you have to. Look at me, Joey. I’m enormous.”

“Suzy.” My voice was firm because I needed her to understand I was completely serious. “You’re just as beautiful as the day I rescued you on the side of the road.” She bit her lip and looked away. My thumb brushed against her cheek and I wanted to take away her pain and self-doubt. “I love you, Suzy.”

“I just can’t.” She wiggled out from underneath me and started to struggle to the edge of the bed. Her belly had grown so large with the twins that she couldn’t get out without a lot of energy or help. “Fucking shit!” Her arms flailed, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get to her feet.

I scooted over, about to give her a little help, when she turned to me and snarled, “Don’t.” I withdrew my hand. The look of a wild animal in her eyes had me backtracking. My sugary sweet baby girl had vanished, and the devil had taken up residence.

After she climbed off the bed in the most ungraceful way, she scurried to the bathroom and slammed the door.

Collapsing on my back, I stared up at the ceiling and exhaled. I wanted to take all of her pain, take the stress of the babies, and take everything away from her that was ripping her apart. The drawers near the sink in the bathroom opened and slammed. The water turned on and I heard her curse.

I scrubbed my hands down my face because as soon as the word fuck left her mouth, I knew that something big was simmering under the surface. With the babies coming soon, we needed to settle this shit between us.

I wanted my wife back, and I wouldn’t let her push me away for some crazy fantasy she had in her head that wasn’t my reality.