I lick my lips, all hot and bothered at the sight. I shouldn't have stepped outside for a few reasons. One, it's hot as Hades out here. Two, just one look at my cowboy has me wanting to do all sorts of things. And by all sorts, I mean one thing in particular.
I want him here now with me. I'd call him up if I could, but I know that is a ridiculous idea. He needs to get his job done considering he'll be taking plenty of time off in a few weeks.
I run my hand over my enormous belly, thinking that the babies will be here soon enough, and then I'll have plenty of time with Ledger. Not that we'll be having any sex. We'll be taking care of newborn twins, two little boys. I've been reading enough about feeding schedules and nighttime wakings and diaper changes to know that there won't be many hours in the day for a sexy rendezvous once the babies are born.
I swallow. Just looking at my cowboy has my nipples hard and my pussy wet. I really should stop staring at my husband, but damn, he looks so good on that horse. It makes me think about how good he looks with me, naked.
I bite my bottom lip and I step inside. My house is gorgeous. I took my mother-in-law up on her offer and redecorated it all to my liking. I have shiplap all over the place, and I made it a rancher's paradise. I might've gone a little bit overboard on country chic, but I think it's cute and cozy and it feels like home. My mother-in-law’s home, up the way, is decorated much more decadently, with dark woods and gold finishes. But this is a place where my family will grow up.
I smile, rubbing my belly again, knowing that soon enough our family will grow. No doubt there. But before that, maybe I should indulge in this me time while I have it.
Feeling all sweaty from sitting outside, I decide to shower and change, thinking I might as well freshen up before my cowboy gets home for dinner.
I'm not going to be making anything super fancy tonight. I got a new panini press, thinking simple dinners once the babies are here will be best. Tonight, I'm making grilled ham and cheese sandwiches for dinner, with a side of watermelon and ice cream bars for dessert. Simple and delicious, that's my motto these days.
I consider calling my cousin Clara, Jake’s wife, who also lives on Starborn Ranch, to see if they want to come over for dinner. But I decide against it.
Tonight, I just want to be with my cowboy, enjoy some time with him all to myself.
In my bedroom, I slip off my sandals and I pull off my maternity dress. The maternity bra I'm wearing is a whole contraption in and of itself and I should never even have put it on.
Standing there naked, I'm thinking about being naked with my husband. I lick my lips again and consider the vibrator in the bedside drawer, once again realizing that any alone time is going to be sadly taken from me once I have two babies in this house.
I look at the clock, realizing Ledger won't be home for another half hour. When he gets here, I'll ask him to play with me, but I might as well enjoy the time I do have alone.
Not needing to give myself any more permission than I already have, I decide to go for it. I pull back the bedspread and I reach into my drawer for my battery-operated pleasure, and I begin to warm myself up. Of course, it doesn't take long. I grab my phone and I pull up a picture of Ledger.
It’s my favorite picture – him on our wedding day. We were here on Starborn Ranch, and he looked so fucking hot. He wore a wide-brimmed cowboy hat, and I thought he looked like a cover model in a black tie, tight pants, and cowboy boots.
And just like that, my pussy is grinding as I drive the vibrator against my clit. I'm moaning now. I know I'm being loud, but I don't care. I'm nine months pregnant with twins and my body is horny as hell and I am literally coming to pictures of my husband.
I drop my phone to the side, unable to contain my orgasm as I begin to bounce up and down, getting myself off. A noise, though, startles me.
Someone's here in my bedroom.
"Livingston?"
My eyes open. I bolt upright in the bed. It's him.
My cowboy, my fantasy has joined me. He picks up my phone off the bedspread.
"Where you getting off to our wedding photos?"
I moan louder. "Just one photo."
"This is the fantasy?" He grins. "Fuck, baby, had I known, I'd have put on that cowboy hat anytime you asked." He rips off his work shirt. He's dirty and sweaty. Hot.