Play Along

We live in Oyster Bay Cove on Long Island now, in a large, beautiful, two-storey house. We have a swimming pool and a double lot of land, and thanks to our diamond heist, we want for nothing. After toying with the idea of living overseas, we decided against it. We have exotic holidays a couple of times a year, but that’s about as far as it goes. When it really comes down to it, what makes us the happiest is family. Stace wanted to be here for Sebastian, his nephew.

He figured the best gift he could give Justin, his brother, was to bring up Sebastian as his own.

And that’s just what he’s doing.

We have bought Annette, his mother, a house in the same estate, and also one for his sister-in-law Cindy, Sebastian’s mother. We are all very close. They have become the family I didn’t have. They looked after me so well in those first few months when I came to live with them while Stace was in prison. I will be forever grateful that they adopted me the way that they did when they didn’t even know me. Cindy has recently remarried and is pregnant with their first little one. Her new husband Andrew is nice. I know it kills Stace to see his brother’s love move on, but he wants her happy, like we all do. Seb, as we call him, is eleven now and lives with us half the time just as he would if he was Stace’s son. He is at an age where he wants to be around Stace, and when Cindy started dating Andrew we had him more often to give them time alone. Seb has insisted it stays that way and his mom is only around the corner if he needs her.

Stace is at every ball game, training session, every school function, every birthday party. They fish, they fix things, they camp, and Stace loves Seb with everything that he has. They have a beautiful relationship and Seb really does see him as his father.

I smile down at the little blonde haired girl staring up at me. Cheekiness personified.

This one has her dad wrapped around her finger. I hear the electronic gates open and I know the boys are home. I glance out the kitchen window to see Stace’s big, black pick-up roll into the driveway. I bought him that black Ferrari that he loved so much. Funnily enough, he hardly ever drives it. It’s a trophy car and a waste of money, if I’m totally honest. Stace has started a development company. If he had his time again, he would have gone back into The Marines, but now that he has a criminal record, that wasn’t an option. He’s doing well and has four men working for him. Sometimes he flies a helicopter for fun on the weekend if he has the time.

Like a whirlwind, they come through the kitchen back door. Seb is bouncing his basketball and Stace is carrying groceries in bags that they have just bought.

“Dada!” Molly screams in excitement and he laughs and scoops her up and spins her around in excitement.

The ball bounces continually and I shake my head. What is it about ball bouncing that drives me so mad? “Stop bouncing that ball, please, Seb,” I call.

“Yeah, okay,” he replies from the lounge room as he turns on the television.

Stace puts Molly down and she runs off to play with Seb, and Stace wraps me in his arms.

“How is my beautiful wife today?” His hand gently rubs over my heavily pregnant stomach.

I smile up at him as I kiss him softly. We got married in Bogota the day after he got out of prison. We couldn’t wait any longer.

I look at him deadpan. “Huge.”

“Hugely hot.”

“You know it.” I smirk against his lips as he kisses me softly. I have five weeks to go until this little one comes.

“What have you got for me tonight?” he whispers as his hand cups my behind and his lips drop to my neck.

“I thought maybe we could do a little role play.” I smile.

“Oh yeah, I like the sound of that.” He breathes and I feel him harden up against my hip.

“To stay alive you have to play along and pretend you’re pregnant,” I whisper into his ear as I nip it with my teeth.

His eyes meet mine and he smirks.

“And we can strap a ten- pound bag of potatoes to your stomach and see how sexy you feel.”

He pushes me backward until I am up against the wall. His arms surround me, effectively trapping me in, and his erection digs into my hip.

“You’ve never been sexier,” he whispers onto my lips as his tongue slowly ploughs though my mouth. “I’ve never wanted you more than I do now.”

My breath catches.

“You have a pregnant woman fetish?”

He smiles darkly as he pumps me with his hips. “Maybe I do.”

“Sick,” I mouth. “You better get your kids to bed early then.” I smirk.

“Why is that?” He smiles against my lips as his hand explores under my skirt.