Con Artist

He pulls back and locks eyes with me as he grips my chin. “Promise?”

I nod my head and smile, making the easiest decision of my life. “Promise.”

When he presses his lips to mine, the kiss is unlike any we’ve had before. Maybe it’s because all the cards are on the table and we both know that this is forever. This might have all started out as a plan to steal the egg and get some cash, but I think I was the one who ended up being conned. This guy who everyone said was an asshole turned out to be the love of my life. I guess there are worse deceptions in life, and I’m lucky that Bennett stole my heart.

As the kiss deepens and turns into more, I can’t help but think how none of this turned out like I planned. But being in Bennett’s arms, I can’t imagine life any other way.

Epilogue

JAMES

Nine months later…

I flip the pages of the baby book, still in search of a name but knowing I’m not going to like any of them more than the one I already want. I was so sure we were having a boy, but Bennett called it the moment we found out I was expecting. I’m pretty sure he got me knocked up the same night he’d taken my virginity.

My mind had been set on the name Joey. I wanted to name our first child after Bennett’s Nana’s father. I knew she would be so excited when she found out the baby’s name and I’d been excited to tell her. She and I have gotten so close since Bennett introduced me to her, along with his father and grandpa. I love them all and enjoy watching Bennett close some of the space between them. Nana tells me I brought their family back together again, but they gave me one.

“Joey is a cute name for a girl, too.” Bennett comes up from behind me, kissing me on my bare shoulder where my robe has fallen off. It’s his. I don't fit into mine anymore with this giant baby belly. Bennett got me a new one, but I enjoy wearing his. It always smells of him. I’m perched on the kitchen bar chair in my favorite spot. It gives me a nice view when I watch my husband cook meals for me, which is often. I can out-eat anyone at this point.

“I know,” I sigh, closing the book I’ve looked over three times now. “I also know what it’s like growing up with a boy’s name.” My shoulders drop. It wasn't really that it was a boy name, it had more to with why my mom gave me the name to begin with. My mom, like me, thought she was having a boy when she got knocked up with me. She kept the name she planned because she said she wasn't going to try and come up with another. I didn't want my sweet girl to think I’d done the same. Everything about her is special to me and I never want her to doubt that. Nor do I ever want to be like my own mother.

I don't protest when Bennett picks me up easily, sitting me on the countertop. My robe falls open, revealing my stomach and breasts—the two things that have grown since I got knocked up. I look like I swallowed a basketball. I’m all belly and now suddenly I have giant boobs. I can’t get used to it. I’ve gone from being quick on my toes to knocking over everything, thinking I can slide by places the belly and I clearly won’t fit.

I’m pretty sure I’ve destroyed a few thousand-dollar vases, a painting and some weird-looking statue, but I’m not sad that statue isn’t around anymore. It creeped me out. Bennett won’t tell me the price tags on the items that my belly and I have managed to destroy and I don’t want to know, to be honest.

“Think all our little kids should have J names that can be both boy or girl names? How about that?” He steps between my legs, pushing the robe off my other shoulder so it pools arounds my waist on the countertop. I smile up at him and place my hands on his chest. “I got to mark you and our kids with my last name, now you get to mark their first names. We’ll have a house full of J names.” He leans in and kisses my bottom lip, which has started to wobble dangerously. I fight a sniffle.

Not only am I running into everything, I spring leaks all the time, too. And not just from my eyes, as my husband had the enjoyment of learning a few nights ago while we made love. He’d taken one of my nipples into his mouth to find the sweet taste of milk there. My body is ready for motherhood. Now he can't keep his mouth off them and says he’s only getting my body used to it.

“Don’t cry.” He kisses my cheeks to stop the tears. “You know what happens when you cry,” he reminds me. Yeah, I end up with his cock inside me until all I can feel is him and pleasure.

“They are happy tears,” I sniff. “Not that you don’t have to do what you normally do when I cry,” I add, wiggling closer to him and making him laugh against my mouth before he kisses me.

“Little jaguar, you never have to hint for me to make you cum.” His mouth moves from mine to travel down my body. I sigh as me kisses me, my eyes falling closed, enjoying every second of this. Soon we’ll have a baby and I won’t be able to have him inside of me for weeks. I’m not sure I’ll make it that long, but Bennett promises he’ll make it up to me and mentioned they hadn't said I still couldn't enjoy his mouth. I do love that cocky mouth of his.

By the time he’s done with me I can barely move—nor do I want to—but he won’t let me lie here on the kitchen counter. He picks me up and carries me to my room.

“It’s nap time,” he tells me when he lays me down into our bed and slides in behind me. His arms wrap around me.

“You going to give me lots of babies with J names, little jaguar?” he asks, his mouth against my ear.

“I’ll give you anything you ask me for,” I respond. Because I would. Because I know my cocky sweet husband would always do the same.

Epilogue

JAMES

Another eight weeks later…

I smile as I stare into the mirror, shocked that I got this thing on. It’s the same dress I wore that day in the strip club. The day I agreed to be Bennett’s in all ways. Though I’m pretty sure I’d belonged to him the moment I’d slipped the wallet from his pocket. Only this time I don’t pair it with any panties. I slip on the heels that I’ve actually gotten better at wearing. I long ago ditched the black hoodies and trying to blend in with the shadows.

Now when I look at clothes I actually reach for things I want and not what I think will be more functional for survival. I’d realized I had a thing for pink pretty quickly. I also realized I was a lot more girly than I’d known. That was clear from the explosion of pink that is our daughter Joey’s baby room.

I pull my hair down, giving it a little bit of fluff, before putting on some lipstick. Time’s up. I’ve been cleared for sex and I’m more than aching for my husband to be back inside of me. We had to wait a little bit extra because I had to undergo a C-section. My little girl didn't want to come out.

My husband said he didn't blame her. I didn't either with the way he’d been feeding us. Another bonus is my boobs are still bigger. Probably because I’m still nursing, but they make the already tight dress even tighter. My tits are trying to escape the top of the dress all on their own. I’m not worried about it. The dress won't be staying on very long once my husband sees me.

“James!” I hear my husband searching for me down the long hallway that leads to our room. I’ll feed our daughter and hand her off to Nana to watch for the afternoon. She’s excited to have some alone time with her new great-granddaughter, and I’m excited to have my husband all to myself without the worry of our little girl trying to interrupt us.

I need this. Already my pussy clenched with need from hearing him yell my name. The man is on edge. I could hear it in his voice. The past few days he’s been like a caged tiger. He needs inside me as badly as I need him in me. I sucked his cock three times yesterday. Each time he’d come in my mouth, but it only calmed him for maybe an hour at best. His eyes had started to follow me around everywhere I went. A predator waiting to pounce on his prey.

I only got to slip away because he had to take a business call. It had been perfect timing.

“Coming!” I yell back, walking out of our walk-in closet at the same time he’s walking into our bedroom. He stops dead in his tracks, momentarily shocked at seeing what I’m wearing. I lick my lips and before I can take another step he’s all over me, lifting me from my feet. The heels slip from my feet as pushes me up against the nearest wall. There’s no time to move us to the bed.

“Fucking hell,” he growls as he rips down the top of my dress. “You want to get pregnant again already.” It’s not really a question, but I answer him anyway.

“Told you I’d give you all the babies you wanted with J names.” I move my hips, wanting friction against my clit.

“You feed our daughter?” Bennett asks, his eyes on my tits. He licks his lips. I know where he’s going with the question. He wants his turn.

“Yeah. Even pumped so your Nana could keep her for the whole afternoon.” He growls at my answer, sucking my nipple into my mouth. I feel him working his pants between us. He doesn’t bother to remove them, only slipping his cock out and thrusting right into me, all the way to the hilt. I gasp, my nails digging into him.

He lets my breast pop from his mouth. “Still as fucking tight as the night I took that cherry. I’m going to have to break your little pussy in again, aren't I?” he asks as he starts to trust. I can feel his cum inside of me already. He’s cumming but still hard and thrusting. That wild look in his eyes. “You’re going to end up bred again this afternoon. Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” I moan as he fucks me harder.

“Fuck another baby right into you.” His hands on my hips tighten and I know his marks will be there for days and I can’t wait to see them. “No, I think I can put two in there this time,” he grunts. I feel more of his warmth releasing inside of me. Between his words and feeling his cum, it sends me over the edge. I cum hard, crying out his name.

“That’s a good girl. Suck that cum up in there. Give Daddy what he wants.” As always by body does as he commands. He moves us, falling onto the bed but so that I’m straddling him and his cock is still hard and deep inside of me. My hands go to his chest.

“You put the dress on, little jaguar. I want to watch my show now,” he tells me, putting his hands behind his head. I smile, more than willing to give him one. Just as he was more than willing to put two babies inside me.

Cocky bastard always does get what he wants. Lucky me, it’s me he always wants.

Epilogue

BENNETT

Four years later…

We pull up to the remote cabin and it looks just like the picture online.