Heat (Gimme 5)

“Sir, everything is set up,” Andrew, my personal assistant says, handing me my coat. After firing Jones, my lawyer filed a suit against them and they since dropped all attempts to fuck with me.

We’re having a baby shower for Violet today. It was supposed to be a secret, but she started crying last week saying she didn’t have friends or family so she’d never have a baby shower like she saw on television. I had to tell my woman the truth because I couldn’t take her tears.

“Great. I’m on my way now. Is Violet there?”

“Yes. Your mother and father took her there.”

“Fantastic.”

Twenty minutes later I walk inside the gardens to see my wife smiling. “This is beautiful,” Violet says, twirling around in her pale green sundress that lifts, giving me a peek at her round ass. I groan, hating that I have to suffer through a baby shower my mother put together at the botanical gardens where we booked the place for the entire day. She got pregnant from our first night, or so we believe. Many of the flowers are blooming, just like my wife. She looks terrific, and I’m forever grateful that she stepped in front of my limo.

“What are you groaning on about, boy? You didn’t let me have a wedding.”

“Mother, it has nothing to do with the baby shower. Besides, you’ve had two of your own, and I want to surprise Violet with a wedding on the day we met, so continue with the plans.”

“Oh,” she squeals, causing Violet to turn around.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, sugar, but if you’re going to wear that dress, you’re going to need some shorts or some leggings because your ass is showing.”

“What? Oh no. I didn’t realize it.” She blushes because she’s full of shit. She knew it showed too much because she wants her ass tanned.

I walk up to her and whisper in her ear, “Little liar. You’re racking up the ass whoopings after the baby is born.”

“I know. I miss your hand on my ass.” I rub my hand over her ass, cupping it and then giving her the gentlest tap, massaging it.

“I need you, Micah.” The party starts in ten minutes, but I grab my wife and steal her away into the bathrooms.

“Let’s check this off our lists.”

“For sure, my man. I love you. Now fuck me.” I drive into her from behind as she leans on the sink.

“I love you, too, Mrs. Ryan. Come for me.” I reach around and strum her pussy and feel her come apart in my hand, and on my cock with two more pumps, I come hard.

“By the way, this isn’t the first time we fucked in a public bathroom. Remember on our honeymoon?”

“Yes, but this is the first time we did it with guests waiting for us.”

“Good. We need a bunch more.”

“All of our firsts,” I growl in her mouth, loving this woman has made me so happy.

“Okay, I’ll get my spandex shorts out of my purse.”

“You brought extra clothes.” I swat her ass a little rough.

“Yes,” she moans.

“Bad girl.”

“You know you love me.”

“With everything in me.” We wash up and go greet our guests. The baby shower is filled with a lot of my mother’s friends. A few friends of mine with their wives come as well. All of them with their own babies in their arms. I can’t wait to hold my son. Dropping my head down, I kiss my wife before thanking our guests. “Thank you all for coming. Violet and I look forward to the next week. Please enjoy the food, and let’s celebrate.” We only have one week until our little one comes out.

“Hey, Owen. Thanks for coming.”

“Violet, this is Owen and his wife, Casey.”

“Hello, it’s so wonderful to finally see Micah bite the dust like the rest of us.”

“Shut it. You were right. The right woman could make you happy.” It’s not that I didn’t believe that before I met Violet, I just never thought I’d find her.

“And who is this little one?” Casey holds their tiny little baby.

“This is Ben.”

“Hi, handsome,” Violet coos to the baby.

“Hey, he looks like his daddy,” I growl at her, playfully and not. All my friends are fucking good looking. There has to be a crime against that shit.

“Stop being silly.” She swats my arm.

“Kiss me, and I will.” She lifts up on her tippy toes and brushes her lips against mine. Growling, I deepen the kiss when I hear a pop, and I can swear it came from inside Violet.

“The car seat is in that gift box,” my mother yells as I scoop up Violet and rush her out of the gardens.

“I’ll get it for you after I drop you off at the hospital.”

Cheers erupt as they understand what’s happening. We make it to the hospital in record time. Unfortunately, our doctor’s in the middle of an emergency c-section, so they take Violet to the labor and delivery room and prep her. Nurses move with lightning-quick efficiency. I watch while holding onto Violet’s hand. The doctor barely makes it through the door when the nurse at the foot of Violet’s bed says she’s ready to push.