CHAPTER 32
“Phew,” Chad flipped the sign on the front door of the Tavern to ‘Closed’. “After the holidays, I’m getting this snipped. No kids for me.”
Cate caught Nick smirking as he finished counting out the till. It was two weeks before Christmas and he’d forced Chad to dress up as Father Christmas all day to entertain the kids while their parents shopped.
Chad ripped off the cheery red Santa hat and pushed a tattooed hand through his Mohawk, making it stick up again. The matching red jacket was already unbuttoned and hanging loosely off his bony frame, exposing the thick ball of padding wrapped around his stomach. To complete the look he had on oversized black boots with little tinkling bells attached and fleecy red trousers.
“This thing weighs a ton,” Chad moaned, patting his Santa belly.
“Hey,” Cate nudged him, “at least you can take yours off at the end of the day.”
Chad’s eyes lit up. “Maybe you should be Santa tomorrow; at least you won’t need any padding.”
“Stop whining, you two,” Nick laughed. “Tell you what, if we’re all still standing after closing on Friday night, I’ll take you out for drinks at the Finch.”
“That’s a monumental fucking if,” Chad grumbled, dumping the Santa belly on the till.
“Hey,” Nick whacked Chad’s arm. “Watch your language.”
“Shit, sorry,” Chad said quickly, looking down at Cate’s bump.
“Don’t worry, she’s heard worse,” Cate smiled, thinking of her foul-mouthed husband. “Darn, I mean it’s heard worse. Ugh, he’s got me doing it now.”
Kian was so convinced that they were having a little girl that he always referred to Cate’s bump as she.
“I’ve got some stuff to finish up here, I’ll see you guys tomorrow,” Nick said, heading into the small back office.
“Man, that’s cold,” Chad winced as he and Cate stepped out into the brisk December night. He pulled up the collar of his jacket and shoved his hands deep into his pockets.
“You should have kept the Santa suit,” Cate joked. “All that padding would have kept you toasty warm.”
“You would know,” Chad teased, looking down at her belly again.
“Hey,” Cate swatted him. “Do you need a lift?”
“Nah, it’s cool. I’ve got the van parked around the corner. See you tomorrow.”
The pavement was slippery as Cate made her way across to the kerb, where Kian’s car was parked.
“Whoa,” she muttered, just catching herself as her foot slid across a particularly icy patch.
Cate quickly felt two hands grip tightly onto her hips, steadying her. “Hey,” she smiled, looking up at her husband. “Where’d you come from?”
Kian bent his head down and brushed his lips over hers. As he tried to pull away, Cate put her hand on the back of his head. “Not finished.”
Kian smirked, “let’s get you home and then you can kiss me as much as you want.”
“Are you sure?” Cate smiled back. “It’s going to be a lot.”
“I think I’ll manage,” Kian winked as he opened the passenger door.
He ran his thumb over her lips, making them tingle. Cate opened up, sucking his thumb into her mouth. “I’ll hold you to that,” she said, before nipping his thumb with her teeth.
“Angel, you can hold me to anything you like,” Kian grinned.
“So cheesy,” Cate laughed, covering her face with her hands.
“You kind of walked into that one,” Kian laughed. “How was your day?”
“Busy,” Cate said. As her back made contact with the leather seat, she tried really hard not to wince. She didn’t want to admit to Kian that her back was hurting again. He would take it as further evidence that she should quit working at the Tavern. He already thought she was pushing herself too hard.
“Is your back sore?” Kian frowned. He reached across and carefully fastened the seatbelt over her bump.
“It’s fine,” Cate lied. She kicked off her shoes and flexed her sore, swollen ankles.
Kian raised an eyebrow; he didn’t believe her for a second. “Why don’t you check the glove box?”
Cate opened the glove box and inside was a small tub of hummus and a plastic bag of carrot sticks. Ever since she’d found out she was pregnant, Cate had craved hummus.
“You’re too good to me,” Cate smiled as she opened up the plastic container and took a deep breath.
As they pulled into the driveway, Cate used her pinkie finger to get the last remaining scraps of hummus from the bottom of the tub.
“I don’t know how you can eat that stuff,” Kian laughed.
“Try some, it’s delicious,” Cate teased. She rubbed her finger over his lips. Kian’s eyes darkened. He sucked her finger into his mouth and swirled his tongue up and over the tip. Cate felt her nipples tighten uncomfortably inside her bra.
She tried to cover them up but Kian quickly spotted her nipples pushing against her jumper. “I think,” he pressed his lips against her neck. His warm breath on her sensitive skin did funny things to her lady parts. He brushed the pad of his thumb over her nipple, enjoying the way she instinctively arched her back towards him. “Somebody likes being sucked,” he murmured, tugging her earlobe with his teeth. Cate felt the low rumble of his voice right down in her core.
“I think,” she squirmed, her voice a little high-pitched, “you might be right.”
He came around to Cate’s side of the car, opened the door and lifted her up off the seat. “What are you doing?” Cate struggled. “You’ll hurt yourself, I’m too heavy now.”
“Angel,” Kian said, shutting the car door with his foot. “Shut up and let your husband look after you.”
He carried her upstairs to the bathroom and sat her down on the vanity unit. “Stay there while I run the bath.”
“You’re so bossy,” Cate teased, swinging her legs back and forth. “Maybe I don’t want a bath. I’m fine.”
Kian bent down and lifted up one of her feet. To get into the Christmas spirit and because she thought it might be a while before she could paint them again, she’d painted tiny sprigs of mistletoe on each of her toenails. He gently removed her sock and then rolled her jeans up to mid-calf so he could see her swollen ankle. “Sure you are. I know you like your job but don’t lie to me, angel.”
Once the bath was ready, Kian carried Cate into the bath and settled her down between his thighs. Cate leaned back against his chest and closed her eyes. She loved being wrapped up in Kian’s arms. The warm, lavender-scented water soothed her aching muscles. The only light in the room came from the row of flickering candles lining the side of the bathtub.
Kian stroked his hands lazily over the curve of his wife’s belly, lapping the water gently against the sides of the tub.
He loved stroking her bump. He would never admit it but Cate had brought out his inner caveman. He wanted everybody to know that Cate belonged to him. If another man looked at her, they could turn a blind eye to the wedding ring on her finger but they couldn’t ignore that beautiful, rounded belly filled with Kian’s child. He was the only man she’d let kiss those lips, the only man she’d let inside her. Just the thought of being inside her made him hard.
Cate didn’t want to upset the mood but she knew she had to tell Kian about Nick’s offer of drinks on Friday.
“It’s just a drink.” Cate felt him tense, his hands stilled on her belly.
“With Nick,” Kian frowned. “I don’t trust him.”
“I know,” Cate said softly. “But he’s my boss and it’s not going to be just the two of us. Chad and Molly will be there as well.”
“Take Erin with you.”
Cate balked at the idea; she was too old to need a babysitter. “It’s just a drink after work; I can’t ask if I can bring my brother’s wife with me. I didn’t ask you to take Liv with you to the Rovers Christmas party.”
“That’s different.”
As Cate opened her mouth to protest, Kian slid his tongue inside. He captured her mouth, kindling her desire with deliciously long strokes of his tongue as his hands slid up to her breasts.
He stroked her heavy, aroused breasts, teasing her nipples until they were distended and blood-filled.
Cate felt his erection against the small of her back.
The throbbing in her core intensified. His tongue inside her mouth was relentless. Her breasts were so tender that she felt every touch right down to her core. She brought her feet up towards her, planting the soles down on the base of the tub. Then she gripped the sides of the bath, lifting her hips up so the head of his thick cock slid down from the small of her back to her bottom.
As his cock pressed between her buttocks, Cate tilted forward. Her lips broke apart from Kian’s but she was desperate to find that release. His cock slipped further down, over her perineum and up to her clit. “Aah,” Cate cried. For the briefest of seconds, his cock was right where she needed it.
Suddenly it was gone. “No,” Cate felt tears of frustration trickle down her cheeks.
Kian lifted her up out of the water and sat her down on the tiled steps at the side of the tub. Cate felt on edge, every inch of her body needed that release. The cold of the tiles was doing nothing to quell the burning heat between her legs.
Kian wrapped a towel around his waist. Cate was gratified to see that his cock was still rock-hard.
He came towards her with a towel. “No,” Cate scowled. “Unless you’re going to give me orgasms, you don’t get to touch me.”
Kian lifted her up to standing and wrapped the soft, warm towel around Cate. “I never said I wasn’t going to give you orgasms,” he smiled against her skin.
He gently dried her off, avoiding her breasts and between her legs. “I’m not taking Erin with me.” Cate folded her arms across her chest.
“We’ll see,” Kian grinned. He dropped to his knees to dry her ankles and up her calves.
“I’m serious,” Cate scowled. She ran her fingers through his silky black hair and then tugged his head back so he had to look up at her.
“I know you are,” Kian replied.
He pulled open the towel, exposing her naked body. His eyes were drawn to that strip of jet-black hair between her legs. He put his hands on her buttocks, holding her in place as he leaned forward. Cate shuddered in anticipation, wet heat pooled between her legs.
Cate gripped on to his shoulders; she could already feel him right there. He ran the tip of his nose down the underside of her bump from her belly button to just above her cleft.
His breath brushed through her pubic hair, making her knees buckle. “Please,” Cate whimpered.
Kian pressed a chaste kiss at the top of her cleft.
Cate waited for more but he let go of her buttocks and calmly got up from the floor.
“So am I.”
“Fine,” Cate scowled. “If you’re going to be like that, I’ll do it myself.”
She went into the bedroom, opened the wardrobe and pulled the black box from the back of the drawer. When she glanced behind her, Kian was leaning against the doorframe; arms folded across his chest, his cock straining against the towel.
“Don’t even think about it,” he glowered.
Cate quickly lifted up the box lid and removed the device. “Mm,” she teased, licking her lips. She pushed a button and it began to pulsate against the palm of her hand.
Suddenly, the vibrator was jerked out of her hand and thrown across the bedroom floor. “I give you your orgasms.”
The vibrator was still whirring away, jerking around on the carpet on the other side of the bed. Cate bit her lip, trying really hard not to laugh at the foul look on Kian’s face. “Perhaps you should have turned it off first.”
“I’ll get it,” Cate volunteered.
“Don’t you dare,” Kian warned. He stalked around the side of the bed and picked up the offending item from the carpet. He pushed a button but that just made it jerk harder against his hand. “Stupid fucking thing,” he growled, stabbing at the base.
“Do you want me to show you how to switch it off?” Cate giggled.
Kian’s head shot up. “You’ve used it?”
Cate was so tempted to lie just to see the look on Kian’s face. “No, but I know what an off switch looks like.” She switched it off and it sat limply in Kian’s hand. “Poor thing,” Cate cooed, stroking the head.
“Hey,” Kian pouted. He tossed the vibrator back on the floor and scooped Cate up in his arms.
“Are you going to give me my orgasms now?” Cate asked cheekily.
“That depends,” Kian said. He pulled back the duvet and laid Cate down in the centre of the bed. “Are you going to take Erin with you on Friday night?”
Cate frowned. “You have to trust me.”
Kian straddled her hips and shrugged off the towel around his waist. His cock stood gloriously erect against his stomach. Cate drank in every inch of her husband’s incredibly sexy, naked body.
He wrapped his hand around the base of his cock. “I could always jerk myself off?”
“No,” Cate protested. She placed her hands over his, stilling them. “I need you.”
Kian lifted her hands up to his lips and kissed each of her knuckles. “What do you need?”
She tugged him down on top of her, his cock digging hard into her stomach. “I need you inside me.”
Kian lifted her hands up above her head and pressed them down into the mattress. “What if I ask Erin to give me a lift home?” Cate asked.
“If I agree…” Kian slid his cock between her legs.
“Aah,” Cate bucked underneath him.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” he groaned from the back of his throat. He circled his hips, coating his cock in her arousal.
“I told you,” Cate cried. He brought his lips down to hers and she tugged at his bottom lip with her teeth. “Please.”
“If I agree,” Kian started again. “Does that mean we can stop talking about this and I can focus on giving my sexy-ass wife her orgasms?”
“Yes.”
“It’s a deal then,” Kian grunted. He captured Cate’s mouth, swallowing her cries as he inched his cock inside of her. Fuck, she felt good. “Wrap your legs around me, angel.”
“It’s ridiculous,” Cate complained, when she bumped into Erin the following morning.
“He worries about you,” Erin said, trying to act as peacemaker. “You’re pregnant.”
“I’m not going bungee jumping,” Cate frowned, resting her hand on her bump. “I’d never put my baby at risk. It’s just drinks with people I work with.”