Short Rides (Rough Riders 14.5)

Six more rapid strokes and he was there.

“Squeeze around me,” he rasped.

Keely bore down with her inner muscles.

His c**k jerked, sending blasts of heat against her pu**y walls as those muscles clamped down, pulling every bit of seed from his balls. Every bit of reason from his brain.

Every bit of anger and frustration with his wife was gone as well.

Nothing compared to make-up f**king after a big f**king fight. Nothing.

He hadn’t realized he’d been holding his breath until black spots wavered behind his eyelids and he swayed. He reached for the wall.

“Jack? You okay?”

“No.” He laughed. “Sorry that went so fast.”

“Mmm. I’m not complaining since I had another O at the end,” she purred.

He eased out of her body and curled his hands around her shoulders to lift her away from the wall.

“Thanks. I’m a little off-balance these days. And that’s without you f**king me senseless.”

He slid his hands down her chest, stopping to caress her br**sts before placing his hands on the outer swell of her abdomen. “Keely, I love you. You are my world. I’m sorry you doubted that even for a second today.”

Keely leaned back into him. “I don’t doubt that. I just miss you. I miss us. I miss us bein’ together nekkid and sweaty like this. I miss spending time with you even if we’re snuggled up on the couch when you’re working on your laptop.”

“I know I’ve been distracted trying to get everything done before baby D’s birthday... I miss you too, cowgirl. So please, come to bed with me,” he murmured in her hair, his body still quaking from sex that always rocked his world.

“I have to go to the bathroom first.” She sighed. “Sorry to dampen the afterglow of hot sex.”

Jack chuckled and kissed her temple. “It’s okay.”

As soon as Keely rolled onto the bed—naked, that was a bonus—Jack pulled her close. “Rest that baby on me for a while.” He wedged his right side under her left side, his stomach bearing the weight of hers, nestling her head on his shoulder and tangling their legs together.

Keely sighed.

He lived for that contented sound. He played with her hair, and placed his other hand on her belly. “Baby been active today?”

“Really active practicing martial arts moves with flying elbows and kicking feet. But naturally it’s asleep now.”

“Did it sleep through...?”

“Us fighting? Or us f**king?”

“Both.”

“Slept through both.”

“Good.” Jack pressed his lips to her forehead. “I’m sorry. About earlier.”

“Me too. We haven’t had a fight for a while.”

He looked down at her with disbelief. “Uh, yeah we have.”

“When?”

“Last month? When you took after me with a pitching wedge in the driveway? That wasn’t a fight?”

Keely snorted. “No. That was a warning if you left your stupid golf clubs on the front porch again, I’d repurpose them as weapons.”

“So noted.”

“Might come in handy to use on my brothers. Are they gonna show up tomorrow gunning for me because you called them to tattle I was MIA?”

“No. Jesus. Don’t even joke about that. And for the record, I didn’t call your whole family. I called Cam and your mom.” He groaned. “Except your dad answered the phone and demanded details on what I’d done to piss off his daughter now. After nearly four years of marriage I’m still trying to prove I’m good enough for you.”

“I’m a daddy’s girl, what can I say?” She poked him in the chest and teased, “You’ll know what it’s like to have a daughter in, oh, roughly two months.”

“Wrong answer, cowgirl. We are only having boys.”

Keely propped her chin on his shoulder and looked at him. “Jack, we haven’t even discussed baby names.”

“Because we only need one.” He grinned. “Jack junior.”

“Be serious.”

“I am. Our first son will be named Jack Donohue, junior. We can call him JJ.”

She rolled her eyes. “And I suppose a girl would be called what...Jackie?”

“Nope.” Jack kissed her nose. “Because we’re only having sons, remember?”

“Whatever. But no matter the first name, the middle name of every child—boy or girl—will be McKay.”

“Your dad will love that.”

“I could tell him it was your idea,” she cooed with total sarcasm. “That’d earn you some brownie points.”

“I am not a suck-up. And Carson would just think I was a pu**y if I acted like one.”

After a while, she said, “We start childbirth classes next month.”

Don’t groan. “I know.”

Keely drew circles on his chest. “Us having a baby hasn’t impacted your life much at all, has it? Besides having to deal with your moody pregnant wife.”

The odd thing was, he’d thought about this, but they’d never discussed it. “Us having a baby hasn’t impacted my life yet,” he emphasized. “So yes, to some extent, I can forget about it while I go about my daily business. But I never forget it’s always there for you. You’re the one literally carrying the load, Keely. The baby is changing your body, your moods, determining what you can and can’t do. I feel like...” He paused, unsure how she’d take his brutal honesty.

“You can tell me anything, no matter how strange it might be.”

“Our baby is some vague concept. I see it moving in you. We’ve readied the nursery, we’ve looked at the ultrasound pics, which is just f**king bizarre because they make me afraid we’re having an alien.”

Keely laughed. “Doesn’t look like a human, that’s for sure.”

“Us being in the family way won’t affect me until you go into labor and I know that baby is coming out—one way or another. So I’m in stasis.”

“That’s how I feel most days too.”

The skin beneath his hand rippled and he watched as an elbow or a knee moved along the surface like a shark’s fin on the water until it disappeared. “Holy shit. Did you see that?”

“I definitely felt it.”

“Does it hurt?”

“A little. Mostly it’s just weird having something living inside me.” She smiled softly—almost serenely and placed her hand over his on her belly. “But it is really freakin’ cool, too.”