Exposed King (Boys of Brisley 2)

Chapter Forty-Two:

Happy Huevos

It was painstakinglyclear to me that the person who had first said grown men shouldn’t cry ... wasn’t a father. I’d cried more in the last five days than I had in my entire life, but for once, they were tears of joy.

Absolute, unbridled... joy.

The day of the party, I woke up before Mia and buried my face between her legs to make her stir. I’d fucked her into the mattress the night before so she was still naked for me now, all spread out and gorgeous and permanently wet for me. I couldn’t stay away.

“Baby,” I whispered, sucking a mark on the inside of her thigh. “Wake up.”

She hummed, hardly stirring for me at all, and I realized I was going to have to work a little harder here to wake her. I carefully spread her legs further and helped myself to the taste of her — honestly, I didn’t care if she woke up or not, I just wanted her to come for me.

On my tongue, on our sheets, on my cock.

Over and over.

“Mia, baby ... you taste so good, wake up for me.” I teased her clit with my teeth. “Wanna feel you ride my tongue.”

That did the trick. I felt her fingers rake through my hair and tug slightly. “Papí ...” she moaned.

“Hi. The kids are gonna wake up soon, so I need you to come for me, okay?” I asked, curling two fingers inside of her as I peeked up at her with her wetness all over my beard. “Just to tide you over until you give me your ass later.”

Mia tugged insistently at that, shoving my head right back to that sweet spot and grinding against my face just how I needed her to.

She didn’t last long after that, and I was so fucking hard for her at that point that I almost didn’t pull away. But today wasn’t about me. I kissed her thighs until she stopped shaking with that orgasm and sat back on my ankles, staring down at my throbbing cock. “How desperate do you want me later, baby?”

“Need you now!” She sat up to pull me in, and it took every single ounce of strength in my body not to slide right in her dripping pussy. “You’re going to kill us both today, aren’t you?”

It happened so fast I barely registered it.

I shifted just enough for my cock to slide against her body, and I lost it. Nothing mattered but being inside her. She moaned my name as I rolled her onto her stomach and nudged my knee forward until hers was bent up by her side, then dropped down to pin her to that mattress as I thrusted a little too eagerly. My cock slipped twice before I found my mark, but nothing felt better than burying myself inside her. I knew the position was weird and probably looked ridiculous, but fuck, the way her pussy clenched around my aching, leaking cock, the way I had her tiny, thick, beautiful body caged under me, the way it felt to be so deep I could feel my balls trying to squeeze in too ... it was worth it. “Love you, baby,” I whispered breathlessly as I rolled my hips to grind hard. “Guess I’m desperate for you now.”

“Love you, love it when you’re desperate for me. The whole world can wait.” Mia pushed back and lifted her head so I could see that sinful lip between her teeth, and I knew she’d be the one to kill us today, not me.

I could still taste her, still smell her all over my face, and feeling her wrapped around me and taking every fucking inch like she was born for it was driving me crazy. I tried so hard to hold back, to drag more than just one extra orgasm from her, but this was Mia — my Mia, the mother of my unborn child, and my future wife whether she understood that yet or not ... and nothing could’ve held me back from coming inside of her when I felt her clench tighter.

We showered with lazy touches and lazier, soft kisses, and I dropped to my knees in our bedroom to kiss her stomach before she got dressed. “Love you too, Little Señorita. Or Little Hombre Dos, whichever you decide to be. Or you can pick your own name. Whatever you need.”

Mia chuckled. “I only call them a ‘her’ because your dad told me it was a girl. Or Ellie did, but your dad didn’t have an ounce of doubt in his eyes. I know we’ll be happy with whoever they are.”

“I know. And my mom knows things, so maybe she’s right,” I admitted. I was so damn ecstatic that there was a baby inside of her at all that I didn’t care what it was — it could’ve been an alien or a spider monkey for all it mattered. They were mine. “Have you been thinking about names at all?”

Her smile told me she had. “Well, yes. If it’s a girl, that is. I got nothing for a boy yet, but we have time.” She looked a little nervous before she continued. “I was thinking Eliana. What do you think?”

“Eliana,” I tested, letting it roll off my tongue. “Eliana Bishop. I love it, Mia. For the record, I also love Mia Bishop, but we won’t go there today.”

I kissed her belly again as she reached to lift my gaze back up, then watched me closely before she spoke. “We’d call her Ellie.”

As if I hadn’t already cried enough about this. I hugged her from my spot on the ground and squeezed until she was squirming, then stood and grabbed her face to kiss her deeply. “Marry me, Mia Camilla Perez. Please.”

I knew from one look in her eyes she was about to say yes. “Sí, Papí. I’ll marry you, I should have agreed the first time you asked.” Mia kissed my tears away and held me close as I let those emotions wash over me, then she decided to make me laugh. “But Mia Bishop doesn’t see no ring.”

My heart thumped awkwardly, erratically as I gently gripped her shoulders and moved her slightly to the right, then opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out a little back box. With a deep breath that felt cleaner and more refreshing than any I’d taken in a while, I spun around and dropped down to one knee. “Mia Camilla Perfecta Bonita Perez Soon To Be Bishop, will you marry me?”

I cracked open the lid and it was her turn to cry, but she got down with me and kissed me, nodding over and over again against my lips. “Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you, Oliver Papí Huevos Chulo Bishop. I’ll marry you right now.”

“Don’t tell me that. One of our neighbors has to be ordained,” I said seriously. “I’m done waiting.”