“This moment, it’s better than any fantasy I ever could have come up with.”
“We have all night,” she tells me, her hooded eyes following my movements as my hand fists my cock.
I stroke once, then twice. Root to tip. All while watching her watch me. “I want to fuck my wife.”
“Less talk, more action,” she sasses.
I can’t hide my smile. Once on the bed, I settle between her thighs. Fisting my cock with one hand, I trace her pussy with the other. “I thought you were tired?” I smirk.
Reaching out, she runs her index finger across the head of my cock. “Second wind,” she murmurs.
I watch as she swipes precum with her finger and then brings it to her lips. My control snaps. Leaning over her, I hold my weight on my elbow while running my cock through her wetness. “Ready, wife?”
“I’ve been ready, husband,” she quips.
Cock poised at her entrance for the barest of moments, I bury myself inside her. “Fuck, Reags,” I mumble as the walls of her pussy clamp around me. Slowly, I pull out then push back in. I do this a few more times. I want to be positive I’m not going to hurt her. “Pussy’s tight,” I say, thrusting forward. Her nails dig into my back as I set the pace. Over and over, I give her everything I have, holding nothing back.
“Ty,” she pants my name. “So close.” Her hands drop to the sheets, and she grips them as if her life depends on it. Her head thrashes side to side as her orgasm builds.
“Don’t fight it, baby. Come all over my cock.” I grind my hips into hers.
“Har-der. Do-Don’t stop.”
Giving her what she wants, I never lose rhythm. “Your pussy’s going crazy.” She’s squeezing my cock like a vise. I don’t know how much longer I can hold on. I battle with my own release, fighting to let go.
“Ty!” she screams my name as her back arches off the bed.
She’s fucking gorgeous like this, hair mussed, skin flushed. I memorize this moment, never wanting to forget the first time I make love to my wife. Then I remember that we get to do this over and over and over again. She’s mine, and I’m hers. We’re building a life, having babies, and I’ll be able to have my wicked way with her anytime I want. That thought mixed with her pussy convulsing around me has me spilling over inside her. Wave after wave of electricity flows through my system until there’s nothing left. Not wanting to crush her, I wrap one arm around her, and roll to my side, bringing her with me, my cock still nestled inside her.
“I love you, Reagan.”
She pats my chest in reply, causing me to laugh.
If you had asked me a year ago if we would be here, I would have said no. I never imagined we would get to this point, no matter how much I wanted it. We danced around us for so long, I never thought I would get to call her mine.
Now she has my last name, and my baby growing inside her.
Chapter 17
Reagan
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Today I am officially sixteen weeks pregnant. We’re almost halfway there, and baby is growing according to the size of my bump. I can tell I’m starting to waddle a little when I walk. Tyler assures me I’m not, and that he can’t even tell that I’m pregnant standing behind me. Whatever. He’s my husband. It’s his job to be supportive.
Speaking of husband, he’s supposed to be here any minute to pick me up for my appointment. He left before the sun came up to go to the shop and help Ridge load up for the day. We’re going to my appointment, and then he’s going to meet them at the job site.
I’m a little nervous about today’s appointment. At last month’s, the doctor mentioned I was measuring a little big for the twelve-week mark. She looked at Tyler as if to blame him. I thought it was hilarious; he felt bad, of course. She was concerned with the measurements so she moved our ultrasound up four weeks. So, yeah, I’m nervous. I’m also excited because we get to see the baby for the first time and hopefully find out the sex. However, I read online that twenty weeks is the normal time for this. I hope it’s not too soon to tell and that the baby cooperates. Ty says he doesn’t care as long as he or she is healthy, and I have to agree with him.
A healthy baby is all we want.
“Reags!” I hear him call as the front door slams. “You ready? Sorry, I’m late. Took longer than we thought.”
I’m sitting on the living room couch with my e-reader, so I stand to greet him. He’s already in the room by the time I’m up. I’m not moving nearly as fast as I used to these days with all this baby belly. “You’re not late,” I tell him as he bends to kiss the corner of my mouth.
“I thought we had to be there at nine?”
“Nope, nine thirty, so you’re right on time.”
“Perfect. Let me run upstairs and change. Do I have time for that?”
“Sure.” He takes the world’s fastest showers, that is unless I’m in there with him. “Did you eat this morning?”
“Yeah, grabbed a breakfast sandwich from the drive-through,” he calls back.
Instead of sitting back down, I go to the kitchen and unload the dishwasher. I’m going to the salon after our appointment, and Ty’s going back to work. It will be one less thing either of us has to worry about doing when we get home this evening.
“Ready,” he says, appearing in the kitchen doorway.
“Let me just finish this.”
“Let me.” He tries to take the plate from my hand.
“I’ve got it. You’ve been up way longer than I have. I just have a little left. Are we riding together or separately?”
“I assumed we’d ride together. When’s your first client?”
“Not until one. I wasn’t sure how long it would take or how emotional I would be.” I chuckle. “Pregnancy hormones and all that. Not to mention, I was hoping to maybe grab a nap,” I say over a yawn. “This little one is sapping my energy.” I rub my belly affectionately.
“Ridge knows I’ll be back as soon as I can. Let’s ride together.”
“Okay.” Anytime with my husband is good in my book. We’ve been married a month and a half, and I fall more in love with him every day. He’s supportive, shares chores around the house, cooks, cleans, and goes out of his way to do things he thinks will make me smile. Most nights, we fall asleep watching movies and if we’re on the couch, he carries me to bed. It doesn’t matter how many times I tell him to wake me up, that I can walk. He refuses. He dotes on me, even more so now that we’re pregnant.
For example, he brings home fresh flowers at least once per week. I keep telling him that he doesn’t need to spoil me, but he just smiles and says that’s his life plan. He’s kidding, of course. At least, I think he is. Either way, he’s my rock, and I don’t know where I would be without him.
“Reagan Justice,” the nurse calls. Hand i
n hand, Tyler and I walk to the door. “Good morning. The ultrasound tech is running a little behind today, so you’re going to see the doctor. Then she’ll pop in for any questions you might have after the ultrasound,” she explains.
Ty and I go our separate ways. I head to the small bathroom with my cup as he waits for me in the room. A few minutes later, I find him in the room, his leg bouncing up and down.
“Hey, you okay?”
“How are you so calm?” he blurts. “We find out what we’re having today.” He reaches out and places his hand on my belly.
“I’m excited,” I assure him. Between my excitement and my nerves, they must be canceling each other out.
“We get to see our baby today, Reags. I mean, hearing the heartbeat, that’s incredible and life changing, but today we see this little human we created that’s growing inside you.”
Standing on tiptoes, I kiss him softly. “You’re an amazing man, Tyler Justice.”
When I pull away from him, I step back and change out of my maternity shorts. Once on the exam table, I use the thin paper blanket that’s laid out for me. I’m barely covered when the doctor is knocking on the door and entering the room.
“Good morning,” Dr. Hatfield says, greeting us. “How are we feeling?”
“Okay,” I tell her honestly. “The cramping is still mild but less often. I’m queasy all the time, and I’m tired more often.”
“That’s normal as your body stretches.”
“It’s stretching,” I mumble. She laughs.
“You’re beautiful,” Ty tells me.
“Let’s have a look.” The doctor goes on to examine me, which I hate but understand that it’s necessary. No woman enjoys that part of the appointment. “All good,” she says, removing her gloves and washing her hands. “Now, let’s get some measurements and listen to the heartbeat. Hopefully by then, Jeanine will be ready for you,” she says. “We had an emergency ultrasound to do this morning.”