Page 8 of Road to Absolution

In point two minutes, I was handing over cash and thanking them for their services.

Back in our bedroom, Lilah was racing to put on light blue sheets to protect her brand-new mattress. She was horny but still a neat freak.

All the light blue? She had wanted a baby boy so bad it hurt, but a recent sonogram told us no blue sheets were needed for the crib.

Only pink.

Elated because our bed had finally arrived, and smiling like she simply couldn’t stop, she asked, “Maverick, you promise to love me like this forever?” Still working the sheets, she patted her chest. “Where you make what’s in here pound like this?” Her smiling eyes watered. “How I know, no matter what, you need me?”

I wasn’t lying to her when I said, “Yes. Forever.” I just had no idea what was coming.

I was blind to hostile fates…

Carefully laying Lilah’s naked body down, then kneeling between her thighs, could only be described as me finding where I belonged. Where the Universe had always intended on me finding peace. It wasn’t so much the incredible attraction to one another as much as the unfathomable connection that only intensified when our bodies joined. And now, with our creation between us? A baby who was formed by an epically complicated miracle of Mother Nature? I was fucking done for!

That’s why, when my wife giggled, “Do I need to cover my chicken nugget toes so you still find me sexy?” I grabbed her foot from the mattress and put those perfect fat little toes in my mouth. “Maverick!” she squealed in delight.

Making a pop sound as I sucked while they escaped my tongue, I told her, “Those toes are a part of you and all you’re doing growing our baby. I got the fucking, literally, easy part. You, as women do, have to finish what us asshats start.”

“I didn’t know I needed that credit until you just gave it to me.” Her beautiful hair was spread all over the pillow under her head. Her face, full of awe as she pointed at me. “There it is. That crazy love you give me—” She gasped, covering her gaping mouth. “He’s right, Maverick.” Hormones and loving being loved had my wife crying again. “Diesel. That song. ‘Crazy Love’.”

Naked, not even having begun the sex part yet, I leaned over her belly and kissed her. “Crazy.” I kissed her. “Love.” I kissed her. “I crazy love you, Mrs. Hutton.”

She sharply inhaled, because that is the word she made Tuck, myself, and Diesel say in place of fuck, to spare little Bailey’s ears. More tears fell. “Crazy.” She broke into a pregnant, to-the-max sob. “He’s saying you fucking love me.”

My throat tightened because I finally got it, too. That fucker pegged us right, but what he was truly saying was… I shook my head. “I do, but if you listen to the lyrics, the song is about how much the woman loves,” I croaked out, “the man.”

This young woman was only seventeen when she entered my world, already understanding my pain of losing a parent. She was only seventeen when she let me into her world, after asking me to steal her from a ghost that she wanted to stop haunting her.

I swallowed, hovering over her, keeping us face to face. “It’s you, baby,” I swallowed again, “who loves me,” my eyes slid shut as the message hit me right in the heart, “like crazy.”

Hungry arms flew around my neck and pulled. Her mouth opened and enveloped me until I could feel her love in my bones.

I’m not sure whose tongue battled harder, but we began to eat each other alive. Exhales were exchanged and devoured. I couldn’t get close enough, nor could she.

Clawing at my hips—because her belly made it impossible to grab my ass anymore—she groaned, “You said you would fuck me right.”

Who was I to go back on my word?

Pushing off the mattress, I knelt between her thighs again and stared at her wet core. My dick absolutely throbbed to slide into its favorite place. So, I lined up the tip but was interrupted with, “Don’t forget, no coming inside. I have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow.”

Still staring at her center, I smirked “Uh, Lilah, I’m pretty sure Doc knows we bang,” and slowly surged, loving how she felt stretching around me.

She groaned as I entered. “I don’t need you leaking out of me in case she needs to examine my cervix.”

I exhaled relief at feeling her around the head of my erection. “You’re so cruel.”

“What if you come on my belly?”

Eyes now wider than the moon, I said, “You are so lucky I’m barely inside or I would’ve just blown, all pun intended, your examination tomorrow.”

Laughing, yet panting, Lilah studied me. “You always love to watch.”

I did. I loved to watch her glistening private lips suck me, and only me, into her body like I was the luckiest bastard alive. It was amazing to feel and see a part of me disappear into this woman. Not only was it arousing to a degree I can’t even describe, but it was safe. One of the most physically vulnerable parts of me could hide and love every single second of it.

Once my dick was hidden away in this body of perfection, my eyes meandered up to see the belly in front of me. Quivering, because she felt and looked so fucking good, I admitted, “I think I have a fetish.” I caressed her baby oven. “This pregnant body.”

She moaned as my hips moved slightly. “As long as you keep fucking this pregnant body, you can fetish all you want.”