The Yeah, Baby Series

Her blue eyes were hazy with lust. “Yes,” she gasped.

I chuckled, “My greedy girl. I’ll give you both on one condition.”

Bailey squirmed underneath me, her face a mask of frantic want. “What?” she cried out her question as I rocked my steel erection into her core.

“Marry me, baby,” I demanded.

Apparently, she wasn’t as far gone as I’d hoped because she shook her head in denial. “Wyatt, I’m not going to marry you just because I’m pregnant.”

Obviously, I needed to work a little harder to convince her that while the baby was helpful in my desire to move things along quickly, we would have ended up man and wife no matter what.

The moment I saw her, she was mine and I was hers.

9

Bailey

My voice didn’t waiver, but my heart did. It was getting more and more difficult to tell him no each time he asked. Being tangled up with him together in bed like this made me feel so connected to him. He kissed my cheek before he licked between my lips, nipping at them. When I gasped, his tongue swept inside and all thoughts about why he kept proposing fled.

“Please, Wyatt. I need you now,” I begged, the combination of Wyatt’s hard, naked body over mine and the pregnancy hormones was lethal to my libido.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he slid his cock inside me. I was dripping wet, and it made it easy for him to go deep. I gripped his shoulders and held on tight while he pounded into me.

“Harder,” I moaned.

I rotated my hips in full circles with each downward thrust of his. After about a dozen strokes, he gripped my hips and changed the angle of his cock until he found a spot that drove me even wilder. He hammered into me, hitting the same place over and over again, pushing me to the edge. One hand slipped around my hip and slid down my belly, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing in circles. The added stimulation made me see stars as I clenched around him while I came.

My body trembled as he rode me through my climax. When I was done, he flipped me onto my stomach, pulling my knees up until I was crouched in front of him. I felt him shift into place behind me and then thrust back inside.

“Wyatt!” I gasped, clawing at the sheets as he slid in and out of me with slow, teasing strokes.

“Feels so fucking good, baby,” he groaned.

“It always does.” I pushed back, trying to speed up his pace, already feeling another climax building.

His hands tightened on my hips, holding me in place so I couldn’t push back onto him. “Not so quick, baby. I want to take my time. Your tight, wet pussy always makes me come too fast, but not this time.”

Now there was a challenge if I ever heard one. I liked knowing I made him lose control. He certainly did the same to me. “Need you to come for me,” I moaned as I tried to thrust my hips behind me to force him deeper inside.

“Not until I feel you clenching around me again.”

It wouldn’t take much for me to go off again, and I didn’t want to wait if that’s what it was going to take to bring him with me. I reached down my body to flick my clit.

“Fuck, baby. Are you touching yourself?” He pounded into me harder. “That’s so hot.”

As I tugged at my clit, I came around his cock. Then he wrapped an arm around me and lifted me up until my back rested against his chest as he bent back, sitting on his heels. He thrust in and out, my pussy clamped on him as I bounced up and down on his lap. He pumped up into me like crazy, and I dug my nails into his thighs, along for the wild ride.

“Yes,” I hissed when he thrust up one last time and held still, emptying inside of me while my orgasm crashed over my body.

Wyatt lowered me back onto the mattress, so I was resting on my stomach. “Don’t you feel it, baby?”

“Feel what?” I gasped when he swiveled his hips one last time before pulling out.

“How we were made for each other,” he answered, rolling onto his side and taking me with him.

I rested my head against his chest. “We certainly fit together well.”

His eyes turned pensive as he gazed down at me. “I’m being serious, Bailey. I felt it from the first time I heard your laugh while sitting next to you at the bar at Jumpin’ Jacks. I knew you were mine when I sunk my cock into you and found out I was your first.” His hand drifted between us and settled on my belly. “I didn’t even feel a moment of concern when I realized the condom broke because I knew I would marry you at some point. For weeks, I put my life on hold and searched for you because I knew there wasn’t another woman in the world who I wanted for my wife but you.”

“Let’s do it,” I heard myself say. I hadn’t even known the words were in my head, let alone were going to pop out of my mouth. I clapped my hands over my lips in surprise, my eyes widening in wonder when I realized the ramification of what I’d just said and how much I really meant it. The only thing which had been holding me back from saying yes each time Wyatt had asked me to marry him before was my certainty that he was only asking because of the baby. But hearing him now, I finally understood how wrong I’d been. As impossible as it was to believe, Wyatt wanted me. Just me, baby or no baby. And I wanted him, too.

“Do what, baby?”

I sat up, turning on my knees to stare down at him. “Let’s get married. Now, before heading back home.” His abdominal muscles tightened underneath my palm as he bent upwards. I hurried to explain, afraid he wouldn’t agree with my idea. “We aren’t far from Vegas, right? Let’s hop back in the car and find a chapel and get married. Tonight.”

“You want to get married tonight?” he repeated, a huge grin spreading across his face.

“Yeah,” I sighed. “I really do.”

“Hell yes!” he roared, jumping from the bed and lifting me up to twirl me around. Then he gently placed me back on my feet. He threw his clothes back on before helping me with mine. “I know I should insist you get some sleep and getting married can wait until the morning, but I promised myself I’d get my ring on your finger as soon as I possibly could and I’m not about to waste a single moment now that you’ve said yes.”

My eyes filled with tears as I watched him toss all our stuff back into our bags. “Won’t we need all that stuff when we come back after?”

He zipped the bags up and flung them over his shoulder. “We aren’t coming back, baby. We might be about to do the whole Vegas wedding thing, but I’m not about to spend my wedding night with my beautiful bride in a no-name hotel on the side of the road.”

I glanced up at the moon while he practically dragged me to the truck.

“There’s not going to be much of a night left to enjoy.”

He helped me into the passenger seat, buckling my belt for me and then headed to his side of the truck and hopped in, turning the key and pulling out of the parking lot. “It’ll be more than enough since it’s the first night you’ll have my ring on your finger and my last name as your own.”

“Rings,” I gasped, my eyes tearing up again when I realized how unprepared I was for a wedding. “And a dress. Flowers.”

Wyatt stretched his arm out, lacing his fingers through mine and squeezing tightly. “I’ve already got the ring covered, baby. I’ve been carrying it around with me for weeks.”

If he’d really bought a ring weeks ago, there was something I didn’t understand. “You never showed me a ring when you asked me to marry you.”

“Would it have made a difference?”

I thought about it for a moment. “Yeah, it might have.”

“Well, now I know you want me for more than the diamond ring in my pocket.”

I laughed lightly. “And I know you want me for more than the baby in my belly.”

“It sounds like we have the biggest problem solved, then. How about you do a quick Internet search and find out which chapel is the best and make sure they offer dresses, tuxes, and flowers.”

I looked him up and down, thinking of the sight of him in a tux standing at the end of the aisle waiting for me. We were less than an hour from the strip, and I could hardly wait to see if the reality was better than my imagination.

Three hours later, I discovered my fantasies didn’t even come close. Wyatt stood next to the minister and I sped up my pace in my rush to get to him. As soon as I got close, he stepped forward and grasped my hands in his. “You look stunning.”

I felt beautiful. The moment I’d seen the ivory lace wedding dress hanging in the racks of gowns available, I knew it was the one I had to wear. The wedding coordinator, who was now acting as our witness, had told me I’d picked one of the new dresses which had just arrived that afternoon. I’d be the first, and last, bride to wear it because Wyatt had told her to add it to his tab. Of course, I’d teased him about wanting it for when our baby girl got married someday.