Sin City Baby

They were kind of cute.

“Levi! Look at this. Oh, my gosh, it’s so cute.”

I looked over at Sam, and she held up the smallest Halloween pumpkin costume I’d ever seen. The look in Sam’s eyes was unmistakable. Deep down, she was excited to become a mother. But once we got to the furniture section of the store, that excitement turned into worry.

She ran her hand along beautiful pieces of wood, handcrafted into cribs and changing tables. I could see her looking at the price tags on everything and worry lines developing along her brow. I knew that made pretty good money with her job, but her budget would definitely be stretched with the baby and all of the things he or she would require.

I wanted to reassure her shit would be all right, that my brothers and I would cover anything and everything she needed. But I also knew Sam was fiercely independent and wouldn’t want to ask for help, even from the father of her child, whichever one of us that was. She would try to do everything by herself until it nearly broke her before she would ask for anything. I figured the easiest way to go about it was just to let her do her thing and be ready when she was.

I looked back at Sam and saw her rocking in a chair, her eyes fluttering closed.

I took stock of the chair. Microfiber. Plush. A rocker and a recliner combined. She looked so much more relaxed than I’d seen her in recent weeks and I made a mental note to come back later and buy the chair for her as a gift. She would try to fight me on it if I tried to purchase it right now, so I didn’t even offer.

“Ready to go?” I asked.

I put my hand on her shoulder and woke her up from her little snooze.

“Yeah,” she said as she stood up. “I think a nap is in order.”

We rode back in silence. No music. No singing. No nothing. We pulled up to her townhouse, and she was fast asleep in the passenger seat. I sat there for a while, just letting her sleep. She looked so peaceful, and she deserved that time. Her world was unhinged, and she was dealing with it the only way she knew how. I laid my seat back and closed my eyes for a second, my hand reaching over and settling on her leg.

I woke up to her moving around, and I shot myself up before she opened her eyes.

“We here?” Sam asked sleepily.

“Yep, just pulled in,” I said.

“I think I fell asleep again. How long was I out?” she asked.

Two hours.

“Not long at all,” I said with a grin. “Come on. Let’s get you inside.”

I walked her up to the door, and she tripped. She fell into my arms, and I caught her, trying to steady herself on her feet. Our eyes connected, and I got lost in them. Swam around in them and felt my body heat up with her against it. She stood onto her feet, her hands slowly inching up my arms.

Then, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against mine.

My body locked up. My cock throbbed to life. I wrapped one arm around her and cupped the back of her head with my free hand. Our tongues danced together, and I felt her melting into me. I felt her nipples rising to peaks against my chest. Fuck. She tasted decadent. I pulled back, trying to restrain myself as much as I could. But her hands were fisted in my shirt.

She brought me in for one more kiss, and it sent electricity shooting down my spine.

“Thank you,” she said with a whisper into my lips. “Today was nice.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I said as she released my shirt.

“It was nice to not have any sort of pressure to talk about anything. I can always count on you for that.”

“I aim to please,” I said with a grin.

My arm fell from her body, and I watched her fish her keys out of her purse. I wanted to tell her I loved her. That the only reason I’d never dated anyone was because there was only her in my life. She was perfect, the epitome of everything I could’ve ever wanted in a woman. I wanted to take her in my arms, carry her to her bed, and make love to her until the sun sank below the tree line.

But I stopped myself as she went in and turned around to smile at me.

“If you need anything, call me,” I said.

“Trust me. I will.”

Then she closed the door, and I was left standing there with a pulsing cock and a fluttering heart.