Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 53605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
Something I never wanted but now, I can’t live without.
CHAPTER 14
Nancy
"Like this?” I arch my back, thrusting my hips in the air as James lands a loud smack on my left butt cheek. “Ow. Mean Daddy.”
The bedroom is a mess with boxes and baby swings and four kinds of strollers from the latest unboxing of baby products that happens here almost every day James is home.
“You’re teasing me, you’re gonna pay for it. I just fucked you six ways ‘til Sunday and I have to fucking leave. The driver’s been out there honking for ten minutes.”
I reach around and pull my butt cheeks apart. “Are you sure you want to go?”
My hormones have turned me into somewhat of a chaotic mess of multiple personalities.
“No, I don’t want to go, but I gotta, baby. You are the most important thing in the world to me, but I have to go play. It’s just a week this time. If I fuck up, no team captain, and you want that, don’t you? You’re the one that said I need to lock that down.”
I nod against the soft sheets, settling back on my heels then turning to sit crossed legged in the center of the bed, rubbing my belly.
“You’ve blossomed in the last two weeks.” James gets that heated expression again. “I want you to zoom or do a recording every time you pump. And put that vibe inside you, too. I want you feeling me when that machine is doing my job for me.”
He’s made me try out six kinds of breasts pumps for when he’s away and the freezer is already filling up with breast milk.
I lift my bare breasts as he steps my way, slinging his duffel strap over his shoulder, the outline of his rigid cock showing under his black dress pants.
“You look so handsome.” I reach up and straighten his tie as he presses his lips on the top of my head. “Team captain needs to be dapper Dan.”
“I’m going to dapper your Dan when I get back.” He pinches my chin, the soft honk from outside longer and more urgent this time. “You leave this on, hear me?”
He lifts the pendant dangling between my tits, giving me a stern look.
“Yep.” I nod, then squeeze my breasts and spray his face with milk, falling over onto my back laughing, kicking my legs up as my belly stands like Mount Everest.
“God, you’re fucking beautiful.” He leans down and takes a long suck from both my breasts, humming and swallowing as his eyes close and he gets that look like he’s gone to heaven.
He stands as my laughter fades, and I look at my handsome stepbrother, a new bruise on his cheek and a cut healing above his eye.
“Don’t talk to any girls while you’re gone,” I hiss, poking out my bottom lip and running my hands over my huge stomach. “All those thin, beautiful puck bunnies waiting outside the locker room. I hate them, please, don’t leave me for one of them. I’m huge. Like a whale.”
Tears spring to my eyes and I know I’m giving him whiplash with my moods but I’m caught in the whirlwind of hormonal madness and I need him to make it all okay.
“Baby. I don’t look at anyone else but my team. Those girls are invisible to me. You are everything. You’re here, in our house now, with our baby in you. My cum is still dripping from your pussy. I’m already imagining getting my little breeding brat pregnant again as soon as the doctor says it’s safe. So please, baby, for the love of God and all things holy, trust me when I say touching another woman, even looking at another woman, not happening. You’re my girl. My sister, my baby, my lil’ bit. You’re everything.”
Honk. Honk. Honk.
“You gotta go.” I say on a softer smile. My heart is warm and full as I think back on the wild, mind numbing, filthy, deviant but oh so addicting weeks of sex and fun we’ve had.
“I gotta go.” James brings his lips to mine, his hand on my belly, a low groan coming from his chest as he stands and turns to walk out the bedroom of our new house. “Be a good girl. Keep your phone with you.”
“I will,” I say, my hands moving over my tummy.
A quick stabbing fantasy that the baby inside me was made the old-fashioned way with James turns me cold.
He’s been so perfect about it all. He thinks the baby is Mason’s, that it’s his sperm, and I think that makes it easier for him to accept. He knows that with me and Mason, it’s friendship, pure and simple. Never been anything more and neither of us would want it to be. James hasn’t made any noise about the baby being Mason’s, but sooner or later I need to correct his misunderstanding and let him know, this baby is from a random stranger.