Enjoying the Chase (Guarded Hearts 2)

“Nathaniel, your mother doesn’t even get a hello?” my mom scolded, grinning at me playfully as she held her arms out for a hug.

I smiled, reluctantly moving away from Rosie and stepping into my mom’s embrace. “You guys are early. I thought you weren’t getting here until six.” It was only four thirty.

My dad laughed. “You know your mother, couldn’t resist an extra hour to coo over DJ,” my dad joked.

“I know what she’s like. We all call her nanna hugger around here, don’t we, DJ?” I teased.

DJ nodded in response. “Nanna hugger,” he agreed, giggling as my mom tickled him.

“You don’t usually complain,” my mom replied.

“He never complains,” I told her, smiling at DJ’s gappy-toothed smile. “You still taking him home to yours for the weekend?” I prayed she would say yes. I really needed some adult alone time with Rosie; I felt like I hadn’t sat down and just spoken to her in forever because of my shifts and long hours.

“Yeah, we’ll come to the party and then leave at about ten,” My dad answered.

Yesterday was Ashton’s birthday, so tonight he and Anna were celebrating with a party. Only friends and family were invited, it was going to be fun.

“So, I heard that you forgot to buy that cake with the toffee frosting for dessert tonight, Nate,” Mom said accusingly. I smiled knowingly at my wife as she blushed and looked at me pleadingly. She was begging me with her eyes not to tell my mom that she’d eaten the one that I’d bought yesterday. I laughed at how embarrassed she looked and wrapped my arm around her shoulders, kissing the side of her head.

“Yeah, my bad. I’ll get one next time,” I lied. As Rosie avoided my eye I leaned in and whispered, “You owe me big time,” in her ear. When she shivered against me, I willed myself not to get turned on by the involuntary movement.

She looked up at me, her eyes bright and playful. “Oh, I’ll make it up to you later, don’t you worry about that,” she purred.

I chewed on my lip as I looked at her; I still didn’t know what she saw in me. I was still the same old Nate, making jokes, not being able to say anything romantic without messing it up. Yet she was still looking at me with that ‘I think you’re superman’ gaze. I sighed happily and pressed my lips to hers for a couple of seconds, before turning back to my crazy family.

After dinner, I changed into smart jeans and a black button down shirt, and then headed into the lounge, watching TV while everyone else got ready. Well over half an hour later, I was totally bored of waiting. They had all been coming out one by one; it was just Rosie left now. I rested my head back on the sofa and closed my eyes.

“Stripes, let’s go already!” I called, trying to hurry her up.

Almost instantly I heard her coming down the stairs, I turned in my seat – and was rendered speechless. She looked so beautiful that it actually hurt to look at her. The new dress looked incredible on her.

I slowly dragged my eyes over her, drinking in every inch of her. The dress was pale blue and had thin straps; it came to about mid-thigh, making her legs look incredibly long. I loved the tease of the cleavage, and how her belly just pushed slightly against the material. I smiled proudly. The girl rocked my world. Rosie just seemed to get more and more beautiful as time went on.

I pushed myself out of my seat, unable to take my eyes off her. She winced and looked at me as if she was asking for my approval. “Does it look okay? I look like a fat monster, don’t I?” she asked quietly as I stepped to her side.

I didn’t bother responding to the fat monster comment. Instead, I just kissed her, showing her how beautiful I thought she looked. Showing her with my actions that she took my breath away. When I pulled away, her eyes were dancing with excitement, and I had completely forgotten we weren’t on our own. I was about three seconds from taking her on the counter.

“So the dress gets my husband’s approval, does it?” she asked, smirking at me teasingly as she brushed her hip against the crotch of my jeans. That little move didn’t help with the trying to remain calm talk I was mentally having with my dick.

“Actually, no, it doesn’t. Go to our room and take it off,” I joked. My hands unconsciously tightened on her h*ps as she tried to brush against me again. She was going to kill me with desire one day.

She didn’t answer, just laughed and turned away, heading to the fridge and pulling out a plate of chicken that was left over from dinner. “Anyone else want any of this before we leave?” she asked, tucking into it.

I laughed; my pregnant wife sure did like her food.

The party was being held in a private function room of a hotel. There was security on the door, as usual, but I knew them all now so we were ushered through quickly.

As we stepped into the back room, I spotted Ashton immediately; he was surrounded by Anna’s family. He waved as he spotted us all walk in and patted Anna’s dad on the shoulder, nodding in our direction.

Practically as soon as he got to us, he was swept into a hug by my mom who pinched his cheeks affectionately. “Aww, my other little boy is all grown up!” she gushed, grinning happily.

“Hey, Dawn, thanks for coming,” he replied, hugging her back, smiling happily. He shook my dad’s hand whilst my mom was still clinging to him. When he finally pried her off him, and they marched off to find Anna, he turned to me and shook his head, laughing quietly. “Alright, bud? You drinking tonight?” he asked, looking at me hopefully.

I nodded eagerly. “Heck yeah. I have a childfree night ahead, I’m drinking,” I confirmed, rubbing my hands together excitedly.

Rosie cleared her throat next to me. “Don’t get too drunk that I fall asleep frustrated again though, alright? I haven’t seen you all week. I have things I need you for tonight.”

I grinned and nodded in agreement. I definitely wouldn’t be leaving her frustrated tonight. “Oh, I’ll take care of you, don’t worry,” I promised, pressing my lips to hers softly, ignoring Ashton fake gagging next to me.

“You’d better.” She pulled back and grinned. “Right then, I’m going to go find my bestie,” she stated.

Rubbing my hands together, I turned back to Ashton and smiled. “Tequila?”

He nodded eagerly, and we both made a beeline for the bar ordering a beer with a tequila shot. I could see Anna and Rosie snickering off in the corner; I winked a hello at Anna.

I grabbed the glass as the barman put it in front of me. “A belated birthday drink. To being old men,” I stated, raising my glass in a cheers. Ashton grumbled something under his breath but chinked his glass against mine anyway.

After we’d had a couple of drinks, Anna came over dragging Rosie behind her. “You didn’t tell him yet, did you?” she asked Ashton, who shook his head in response and wrapped an arm around her waist, smiling at her proudly.

I raised a curious eyebrow, wondering what this was about. “Tell me what?”

Rosie stepped to my side and we both waited, watching as Anna practically bounced on the spot. Ashton grinned. “Anna’s pregnant again. We’re having another baby. She’s seven weeks,” he explained.

My mouth popped open in shock. “Oh shit, what? That’s great news!” I gasped. Another Taylor baby. Rosie made a little squeal and her and Anna were instantly hugging and chirping excitedly. My heart swelled seeing the ecstatic grin on my best friend’s face. “Congratulations. I’m so happy for you guys,” I beamed.

“Thanks,” Ashton replied. “It’s early days so we’re keeping it quiet, but we wanted you two to be the first to know.”

“Well that calls for a celebratory drink!” I laughed, pulling Anna in for a hug too.

Two hours later I was a little drunk, but not giggling like a little girl drunk. Rosie came walking over, smiling.

“There’s my girl,” I purred, raking my eyes down her body.

“Come dance with me.” She motioned over her shoulder to the dance floor where there were only three other couples dancing.

I smiled and followed her over there, wrapping her tightly in my arms as I brushed her hair back from her face lightly. As I kissed her, her hand tightened on the back of my shirt. She smiled against my lips and pulled back. Her eyes were dancing with amusement.

“I just had a thought. Our baby will be in the same school year as Anna’s baby. How cute will that be that they get to grow up together?”

I laughed at that. “Oh God, I hope we both don’t have boys. Can you imagine the trouble they’d cause their poor teachers?”

I kissed her again, pulling her closer to me, loving the feel of her curves pressed against mine. I was so grateful to my mom for having DJ tonight after the party, having the house to ourselves for a change was going to be awesome – I wasn’t planning on wasting a second of this weekend with my wife. We could be as noisy as we wanted tonight.

Her lips found mine again and her arms tightened around my neck, not letting me pull away as she kissed me deeply. I suddenly became aware that we weren’t dancing anymore, just standing in the middle of the dance floor making-out like a couple of horny teenagers. I slid my hands down to her h*ps and made her sway along to the beat of the song again so that we were, at the very least, attempting to dance while making out like a couple of horny teenagers.

“Might be worse if there’s one of each sex though,” Rosie stated, setting her head on my shoulder, stroking my chest lightly, her fingers playing with one of my buttons.

“Why’s that?”

She laughed and gripped the collar of my shirt, pulling me closer as she kissed the side of my neck, making me break out in goosebumps. “Can you imagine if we have a little boy and Anna has a little girl? I bet all hell would break loose. A little Peters boy would probably be chasing a little Taylor girl around begging for her first kiss. Don’t think that’d go down well with overprotective Ashton,” she mused.

Even though she was joking, a lump rose in my throat at the thought. “Oh shit, Ashton would have my balls.” My stomach sank. If that happened it really wouldn’t end well.

Rosie full on laughed. “Yep,” she said popping the p. She gripped the back of my head, pulling me down slightly, her lips going to my ear. “But not before I do,” she whispered. She turned, pulling me across the dance floor towards the bathrooms with a lustful expression on her face. I laughed and followed behind her eagerly. All thoughts of babies and possible dating scenarios were now gone. The only thing I could think about was the fact that I had the perfect little hottie wife, and goddamn she was dirty!