The Yeah, Baby Series

“You’re not too shabby yourself.”

The ceremony passed by in a blur and before I knew it, we’d been declared man and wife. Before the minister was able to tell Wyatt he could kiss his bride, his lips were on mine. It was the gentlest kiss he’d given me but still filled with all the passion we felt for each other.

“You’re officially mine, Mrs. Kincaid.”

He went about showing me exactly how much I was his, all night long, before bundling me into the truck the next morning and letting me sleep for the rest of the drive home. Well, except for the following night in the hotel where I got very little sleep.

10

Wyatt

I almost couldn’t believe it when I woke up the morning after our wedding, and the next, and even more so the first one where we woke together in our house. I found myself immediately reaching for Bailey’s hand to make sure there was a ring on it. Now the world would know she was mine. Mrs. Kincaid. Damn, I loved the sound of that.

Opening my eyes and realizing that we were finally home in our bed, I breathed a sigh of contentment before I noticed that Bailey wasn’t in my arms. It was surprising since she tended to sleep plastered to my body. Not that I was complaining.

I sat up, looking around. “Baby?” I felt a stirring of panic, thinking maybe she changed her mind and ran. The sound of someone getting sick reached my ears at that moment, and I felt like an idiot for my momentary freakout. I jumped up and walked swiftly to the bathroom, finding Bailey on her knees over the toilet. Grabbing a cloth, I ran it under cool water and swiped it over her forehead before resting it on her neck. “Hey,” I murmured, “are you alright?”

She sat up and glared at me, “No! I’m puking my guts out and it’s all your damn fault!”

“I’m sorry, baby.” I put on my best sympathetic face, I felt bad that she was sick, but I wasn’t at all sorry that she was carrying my baby.

“No you’re not,” she practically snarled. “I can see the macho caveman in there dancing a fucking jig at the proof that he got his woman pregnant.” I laughed, but quickly sobered when her eyes narrowed and the look in her eyes became violent. Scooping her up, I set her on the bathroom counter and grabbed her toothbrush, handing it over after I put toothpaste on it.

While she brushed, I turned on the shower, then returned to her side to take care of my own teeth.

“Om gon ge at,” she mumbled around her toothbrush.

I rinsed, then moved to stand between her legs, the expression on her face was forlorn. I raised an eyebrow. “Want to try that again without a mouth full of foam?”

She leaned to the side, over the sink, to spit and rinse then sat back up facing me.

“I’m going to get fat.” Her voice was morose and her eyes were getting watery. “You’ll look like that”—she gestured to my naked body—“and I’ll look like a whale.”

I rubbed her little baby bump with one hand and placed the other on her cheek. “This belly is going to be swollen with our baby and I can’t wait to watch it grow. You’ll never be less than gorgeous to me, Bailey, and seeing your sexy little body round with my kid will only add to your beauty.”

“But, I’ll be bitchy and hormonal, you aren’t going to want to have sex with a mean, fat lady,” she whined.

I couldn’t hold in the chuckle this time, which earned me a punch in the arm.

“I will always,” I started and placed my palms on her shoulders, “always, want this body,” I smoldered. I took my time admiring every delicious inch of her. Her large tits, her wide hips, so perfect for gripping as I thrust into her, her thick thighs that squeezed so tight, and her pink, succulent pussy. I slid my hands down her arms, then moved them back up to rest on her collarbone before watching them descend to cup her full tits. Her nipples hardened and I gently squeezed them, earning a low moan from her. “These are already mouthwatering and they are getting bigger. How could I not crave them?” Continuing the journey down, I grasped her hips and yanked her up against me, forcing her to circle my waist with her legs or lose her balance.

Her naked pussy was snug up against my cock. He was already standing at morning attention, but the heat and slick moisture of her core had him hardening to the point of pain.

She moaned again and I nipped at her lips, rocking into her slowly. “I could never stop wanting this pussy clamping down on my cock and ”—I dragged a finger through her wet folds, then brought the finger to my lips and licked it clean—“eating this pussy will always be my favorite meal.”

Bailey surged forward and fused our lips together, just as I drove into her soaked pussy. We both cried out, our sounds of passion swallowed in each other’s mouths.

Kissing down the column of her throat, I licked and sucked until I reached one taut little peak and wrapped my lips around it. I loved the sounds she made when we were fucking. It only fueled my need for her and I sucked her nipple deep into my mouth to hear her cry out my name.

Letting it go with a little pop, I purred, “And I’ll make damn fucking sure that you will always want me, need me too.”

“I do, Wyatt,” she groaned as I licked and sucked on her other tit, not wanting it to feel left out. “I need you.”

“You sure as fuck do,” I grunted, picking up speed as I thrust into her tight pussy. Her legs were shaking and the walls of her pussy were gripping my dick. She was getting close.

“You’re hot as fuck, baby. You know that? I’ll never get enough of the way you glove my cock, so fucking tight. Hold on,” I warned. Moving my hands to her ass, I lifted her off of the counter and her legs tightened, her hands flying to my shoulders as I pushed her back up against the wall, so she was high enough that I could change the angle, thrusting up into her and hitting that sweet spot every time.

“Oh, Wyatt!” She yelled, “Harder!”

“You want it harder, baby?” I crooned. “Then I want to hear you scream.”

Her head was back, exposing her neck and I licked a path up to her mouth, biting down on her bottom lip before mating our mouths. Slamming my cock into her hot, juicy pussy, I could feel a tingle starting in my spine and my balls drawing up tight.

“Come on, baby,” I encouraged.

“Wyatt!” She screamed as she splintered in my arms, her voice ringing in my ears, setting off my own orgasm.

“Bailey! Fuck!” I shouted, coming so hard I saw stars.

I lazily pumped in and out until we were both calmed from the storm, and then carried her into the shower, still inside her. She wiggled when she felt the hot spray of the water and as if on cue, my cock hardened all over again.

I fucked her again, sitting on the bench in the steamy, glass space. Then we washed each other, taking even longer to finish when I couldn’t help making her come one more time on my tongue. To my exquisite pleasure, she returned the gesture.

Finally dressed and ready for the day, I was making Bailey breakfast when her phone started to ring. “Baby,” I called, “phone.”

She rushed into the room, her tiny shorts were hugging her ass and her tank hugging her generous tits, the front dipping, showing a little too much cleavage. There was no way in hell she would be leaving the house like that.

“Jack!” she exclaimed as she answered.

I winked and enjoyed the pink tint to her cheeks before I turned back to cooking, leaving her to her conversation.

“Sure,” I could hear the smile in her voice and felt a matching one steal across my face.

“Um, let me ask Wyatt…because he’s my—um...” Her voice dropped, but I still picked up on her furious whisper. “No, I can’t come without him…we’re together.”

She was getting distressed, so I decided to address why she hadn’t told him I was her husband. Later. I was more focused on why the fuck Jack was upsetting my wife.

I walked over and put my hand out, silently asking for the phone. She shook her head and brought the phone to her chest. “Jack and my dad want to have dinner tonight,” she said hesitantly.

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I narrowed my eyes, not happy with the suggestion, but the pleading look on her face had me nodding with an unhappy sigh. I swear, if Jack caused her any more pain, I was going to beat the living daylights out of the jackass.

“Ok, we’ll be there at six.” She hung up the phone and put it on the counter, then walked over and put her arms around me, resting her head on my back. “Thank you.”

I placed my hands over hers where they were clasped on my chest. “You don’t have to thank me, baby. They’re your family, too.” Breaking her hold, I rotated around until I was facing her, cupping her face in my hands. “But, I’m warning you, if Jack doesn’t back the fuck off, we’re leaving until he gets his head out of his ass.”

Bailey gave me a small smile and a micro-chuckle, kissed me, and sat at the bar while I plated our breakfast and brought it over.