One Night by Aleatha Romig (29)

“You know, you’re insatiable,” Malcolm says as I lift my very pregnant body over his and slide down on his hard rod.

“Hmmm,” I hum. “I think you can blame hormones.”

His deep laugh reverberates from his chest to my hands as I wiggle, getting us as close as two people can be—as close as two people can be when one is eight months pregnant and her midsection is roughly the size of a beach ball.

“I’m not complaining,” he says as his blue eyes sparkle my direction.

I move slowly up and down, watching his satisfied smile. “Yeah, you don’t seem to mind.”

“I don’t. But I miss the sailor talk.”

Moving my hands to his shoulders, I continue to adjust, enjoying the friction as his thumb strokes my oversensitive clit.

“Fuck,” I whisper, bending as close as I can to his ear.

“Louder, beautiful.”

Holding my hips, he moves me with more force as I sit straighter. My head rolls backward and back arches. I’m not sure if it is the hormones or simply Malcolm, but as I continue to move, I’m consumed with the fullness and friction.

“I-I can’t be louder,” I pant more than say. “I don’t want Jase to hear.”

Malcolm laughs again as he palms my breast. “He can’t hear. He’s still asleep. If he weren't, he’d be in here.” He leans upward and sucks one of my nipples and then the other. “Have I mentioned that I love how big your tits have gotten?”

“A few times,” I say, enjoying the sensation of his caresses.

My knees flex. As our speed increases, I'm not the only one whispering cuss words. Malcolm too is murmuring them. There's a low roar of fucks as his neck strains and grip tightens. There may not be any new words in his repertoire, but I love the way the few he says rumble to my core, just like his deep voice and hard cock.

Once I collapse against the pillows, Malcolm leans my way. “Are you sure you are up for the Children’s Museum today?”

I nod my head. “It’s air conditioned, so yes.” I reach down and stroke his dick. “You, however, are definitely more up than I am, but yes, I want to go.” I stifle a yawn. “Maybe a nap first.”

Malcolm kisses my forehead. “You’re stunning, all sex exhausted, Mrs. P.”

“Yes,” I run my hand over my stretched skin. “I feel stunning.”

He kisses me again. “You should. You’re glowing.”

“I want to go to the museum. We promised Jase, and before we know it, his little brother will be here. I don’t want Jase to think we aren’t spending enough time with him.”

Malcolm leans down, placing his hand and lips near my huge midsection. “Did you hear that, Jack? Your mommy’s afraid you’ll be taking all our time.”

My smile grows as Malcolm talks to our not-yet-born son. Just as with Jase, he carries on conversations, just the same as if he’s talking to other adults. He never talks down as if Jase can’t understand, and he asks Jase’s opinion. It’s fulfilling to hear and see how Jase responds. I have no doubt Jack will be the same way, enthralled by all his daddy says and does.

Even now, I fight tears as I hear Jack’s name from Malcolm’s lips.

That’s probably hormones too.

No matter the cause of my emotion, I wasn’t sure about naming our son after Jackson. It wasn’t my idea, but the more Malcolm argued his case, the more it seemed like the right thing to do.

Sometimes I feel like the cartoon Grinch as my heart grows bigger and bigger, allowing more and more room for the men I love. The fact that Malcolm isn’t threatened by the part of my heart that will always belong to Jackson makes the love we share even that much more special. I’m constantly awed to wordless wonder as each day Malcolm does something else to make me, Jase, and I’m sure, soon, Jack, feel special. I never thought I’d find what we have, and I’m so thankful that Mom and Sally talked me into going out for just one night.

“What she doesn’t realize…” Malcolm goes on as if Jack were listening and answering. “…is that your brother will want to spend more time with you than he will with us. We’re the old people.”

“Hey, speak for yourself,” I say, “I’m not old.” As I talk, Jack moves and one side of my tummy is suddenly higher than the other.

“That is so cool,” Malcolm exclaims, his hand firmly on our son.

“Oh, he’s as active as his brother.”

“I think he likes it when his mommy and daddy are close.”

My lips twitch. “How close?”

“Well, Mrs. P., I suppose that's up to him and up to you. I'm game for another round.”

“I thought you said I was insatiable.”

His hands roam down my body. “I’m just thinking of you. I know how much you like it...and as much as I love you riding my cock, I also love it when you're on your knees.”

I shake my head. Malcolm's right. I do like...well, everything he does. And the bigger Jack gets, the more different positions we explore. As it is, round one has me worn out. Shaking my head, I curl my body as close as I can and rest my head on his chest. “Nap first, and then Children’s Museum.”

Malcolm laughs, making his broad chest shake. “Maybe you are old.”

“Pregnant, not old.” I lift my eyes until they meet the dazzling blue I adore. “And after the museum we can go to Roy’s for ice cream.”

“See, you are insatiable.”

I lower my head again to his shoulder with a giggle. He’s right again. I’m either hungry or horny. Sex and food are my two current desires. Oh, and a third—sleep. I’m also tired.

“All right…” He strokes my hair. “…beautiful, don't worry about Jase. He's excited about being a big brother. I’m sure that from the first time he and Jack meet, they'll be best buds.”

I lift my face toward Malcolm and kiss his full, sexy lips. “Hmm,” I hum once our kiss ends. “I’m glad we met.”

“Me too. I’m glad you agreed to one night.”