Bittersweet Catastrophe (Second Chances #2.5) Page 4

  How the hell did I get to be so damn lucky?

  I lazily peeled my eyes open and found her gorgeous brown eyes fluttering up at me. Her mouth sank down in a perfect rhythm, taking my entire length deep in her throat, and as she pulled back, her tongue flicked back and forth over the vein that ran along the underside of my cock. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. Her mouth, her lips, her tongue… Fuck, she is utter perfection. There was no better way to describe her because everything she did drove me absolutely wild and made me crave being inside of her that much more.

  “Babe, I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but I’ll do it over and over again if it means I get to wake up to this spectacular view every morning.” I threw my head back against the pillow just as she took one of my balls into her mouth and slid her hand up and down from base to tip in rapid successions. God, I didn’t think it was possible for my dick to get any harder, but when she released my sack from her swollen pink lips and pressed the pad of her finger against the area between my balls and my asshole, it was like something had detonated inside of me. I was on the verge of losing all control.

  “Fuuuck, babe. That…that feels so fucking good.” Her luscious, wet mouth slipped over my erection, and I didn’t need to look down to know she was smiling. By the way her lips were curling around me, it was obvious my words had pleased her. She took it upon herself to pick up the tempo, causing my balls to tighten and draw up. “Just like that. Ah fuck, babe, I’m gonna come soon,” I growled. I ran my fingers through Liberty’s hair, holding her in place as I released myself into her mouth and watched her swallow every last drop. The icing on the cake was when she licked her lips with a sultry, satisfied grin.

  “Good mornin’, baby.”

  “I’ll say.” I dragged her up the length of my body and slipped my hand behind her neck, pulling her down to my lips. “Best fucking morning is more like it. I think that deserves breakfast in bed.”

  “Oh, well in that case, you might get your wish and see me take you in my mouth every morning.” She winked as she tried to climb out of bed, but I hauled her back down against me.

  “Where do you think you’re going? I wasn’t kidding about breakfast in bed. Now get your sexy ass comfortable because you’re getting the works.”

  “Pretty sure I’ve just had my fill for breakfast.” She gazed up at me through dark, hooded lashes, and the way those sweet words dripped off of her tongue like honey, I swore I could feel myself getting hard again.

  “As much as I’d like to believe that, you’re eating for three now. Let me pamper my gorgeous wife while I still can because you know those babies are going to take up all of our time once they get here.”

  “Don’t you mean Thing One and Thing Two?” She smirked. I guess she had heard me last night.

  “That’s right.” I rolled her onto her back until I was hovering above her and pushed her shirt up. “Mommy had hers, so now it’s time for you two to eat.” I kissed her tummy before sliding her shirt back down and climbing out of bed. “Chocolate chip pancakes sound good?”

  Her nose wrinkled with a sour look on her face. “Ugh, no, definitely not pancakes. Just the thought of–” Her hand flew up, covering her mouth, and she ran toward the bathroom.

  “And so the morning sickness begins…” I trailed off as I threw a pair of boxer briefs on and made it there just in time to hold her hair back.

  “I think I jinxed myself at the doctor’s office yesterday.” She leaned her head back against my chest and groaned.

  “Nah, we knew it was coming sooner or later, but maybe we should hold off on the morning blowjobs until after the babies are born.” I wiped her face with a cool washcloth and smiled down at her while rubbing her back. Rather than agreeing with me, she pushed out her bottom lip and pouted. Never met a woman who’d actually complain about not being able to suck her man’s dick, but there she was doing the exact opposite of what I’d expected. She tended to do that a lot, but it always kept me on my toes. God, I love that about her.

  “All right, babe, let’s start out with toast and some fresh fruit and see how well you keep that down first.”

  “Mmm that does sound good. Thank you, baby.”

  I headed off to the kitchen and got down to work, preparing a healthy breakfast fit for my queen. While she was busy picking at the food on her plate, I decided to sneak off and take a shower, but the last thing I expected to find when I came back was her sprawled out in bed with a big spoon and a pint of Cherry Garcia ice cream in her lap. My eyebrow rose, silently reprimanding her, but all she did was smile innocently.

  “Hey, don’t judge me. It was all Thing Two’s idea.”

  “Oh really? And what was Thing One craving this morning?” I snagged the spoon out of her hand and dug into the melting ice cream. I nearly choked on the entire spoonful when she lifted up a bag of beef jerky from the nightstand beside her. “Seriously, Liberty? That’s disgusting.”

  “Like I said, don’t judge.” She then proceeded to dip a hunk of beef jerky in the ice cream and popped it in her mouth. If seeing that didn’t make me want to throw up, watching her actually enjoy it did. I swore those pregnancy cravings were going to be the death of me, and I was about to have morning sickness right along with her.

  Shaking my head, I hurried back to the bathroom to shave before work and allowed Liberty to finish eating her stomach-turning feast in peace. I didn’t hear her step in behind me at first, but nearly sliced my jugular open with the razor when I caught her stripping off all of her clothes in the reflection of the mirror. She slid the glass shower door closed behind her, cranked on the water, and the room was quickly billowing with steam. I was about halfway through shaving when I heard her whisper my name from behind the glass.

  “Shayne?”

  “Hmm? Need a little help in there?” I was more than happy to oblige.

  “Actually, yeah. I uh…I need you to look at something for me.” A hint of apprehension caused her words to waver, letting me know that now was the time to rein in my insatiable libido.

  I slid open the door, and her body was slick with soapsuds as she cupped her breasts and gazed down at them. My body was drawn to her by an ever-present magnetic pull, and I climbed in behind her, slinking my arms around her waist.

  “Have you noticed a difference in my breasts lately?”

  She turned around, offering them up for my viewing pleasure, and I reached out, brushing my thumbs across her sensitive nipples. Her body shuddered in response to my touch, the pebbled peaks just begging to be taken in my mouth, but she pulled away too soon. “Nothing but good changes.” I leaned in to capture her lips, but she still wasn’t giving in to what I knew she wanted and needed so badly. A sweet release. “Why do you ask?”

  “Do you see this?” She lifted up her left breast, eyeing it curiously. “This tiny indent here. I don’t remember that being there, do you?”

  I moved closer, but to me they looked the same as they always had. She had perfect tits, only now they were a little fuller. “Baby, I don’t see anything.”

  “Just take a closer look. I know I’m not crazy. There’s a noticeable difference.” She appeared genuinely concerned, but the longer I gazed down at her dripping wet body, the more aroused I became.

  I leaned in further and slowly gazed up at her, a sly grin tugging at the corner of my mouth. “You know, I think I do see something.”

  “You do?” Her voice perked up.

  “Yeah, there’s a little something right…there.” I pressed my face between her breasts, smearing the remaining shaving cream everywhere. She giggled, all of her previous concern evaporating away, and though she tried to shove free from my hold, I kept a firm grip on her hips. I wasn’t willing to let her get away from me just yet…or ever, for that matter.

  Burying my face in her now foam-covered breasts, I motor-boated her until the laughter pouring out of her had her gasping for air. She had such a beautiful laugh, and I prayed that I’d never have to go a day with
out hearing that exquisite sound flow past her lips. Every time I heard her laughter, it was like breathing pure oxygen in a world that was constantly trying to suffocate you.

  I needed it to survive.

  I reluctantly pulled away and ran my hands over my face, rinsing it off under the steady stream of water. “In all seriousness, sweetheart, I don’t see anything different. You have gorgeous tits, and any woman would pay a lot of money to have a set of knockers like yours.”

  She slapped my chest playfully. “You’re such a pig.”

  “True… But I’m your pig, and you know you wouldn’t have me any other way.” I gently cupped her soft, round globes in my hands, feeling the added weight and relishing in the contrast of her smooth skin against my calloused fingers. Fuck me. Touching her like this and watching the effect I had on her was a true testament to my self-control, but I’d be the first to admit that when it came to my gorgeous wife and the mother of my children…I simply had none.

  I took a step forward and then another, until she was pressed up against the shower wall, and the second she felt my lips ghost over the sweet spot just below her ear, she released a soft, breathy moan that had my cock instantly stirring against her belly. “Baby, you have no idea how bad I want you right now. You’re so fucking beautiful.” Using my lips and tongue, I traced a path down her slender neck and whispered in her ear, “Turn around and place your hands on the wall.”

  “Wh-what? Shayne, we don’t have time for this. You’re going to be late for work, and–”

  “Shhh, don’t argue with me, sweetheart. It’ll be worth being late. Trust me. Now don’t make me ask you again. Hands. On. The wall.” Liberty slowly pivoted around and brushed her ass against my raging hard-on as she placed her hands on the cool, tiled wall of the shower. I drew her ear lobe between my teeth and gently nipped and tugged at it. Drinking her in, I lowered my voice, the deep, husky sound resonating between us. “And don’t you dare take your hands off that wall.”

  Liberty threw a devilish grin over her shoulder and pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. “What exactly did you have in mind, Mr. Thompson?”

  I gently took both of her wrists in one hand and pinned them above her head. Dragging my other hand down her body, I mapped out her gorgeous curves. When I reached the apex of her thighs, I slipped one long finger between her folds, already slick with her arousal. She was always ready for me.

  My dexterous fingers worked quickly, teasing her swollen clit in tantalizing circles until she was on the brink of coming undone, and then I slowly sank into her from behind, feeling her warmth surround me with a vice grip. Her pussy clenched around me so hard that I could feel her drawing my cock in even further, causing my head to fall forward against her shoulder as I thrust into her. “You, sweetheart. Always you.”

  “Ohhh, ohmigod!” She whimpered unsteadily, her knees beginning to quake. “Shayne, I want you to fuck me harder…I need to feel all of you.” She managed to wiggle her hand free from my grip and reached behind me so that could dig her nails into my ass and pull me deeper inside her. I let out a brusque moan, loving the way her nails bit through the skin at my backside, like a tigress staking her claim.

  “I thought…I told you…not…to let go…of the wall.” I gritted through my teeth, trying to keep from blowing my load, but with the way she was wiggling her ass and sliding back on my dick, I couldn’t hold back any longer. Pregnancy hormones or not, it drove me crazy when she took control. If this was how the rest of her pregnancy was going to be, I’d die a happy and well satiated man.

  “Shayne, please…”

  “I got you, baby, but I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last. You feel so good. So damn good.” I was never one to deprive my wife of the pleasure she desperately craved, and if she wanted it hard and fast, you bet your ass I was going to give it to her. Digging my fingers into the swell of her hip and gathering her long auburn hair around my free hand, I slammed into her, filling and stretching her tight, wet pussy with every inch of me. I buried myself to the hilt, and she cried out, either from pleasure or pain, but she never asked me to stop. Not once. My girl fucking loves it.

  The water cascading over us began to cool, and Liberty’s skin pebbled beneath my fingers, the friction igniting our lust-induced haze into a blazing inferno.

  A few more thrusts and I had her trembling in my arms, shouting my name, pulsating around me, and milking my release with abandon. I squeezed my eyes shut and held my breath, seeing an explosion of stars behind my lids as the aftershocks of my orgasm coursed their way through me. With my forehead on her shoulder and my chest flush against her back, we both caught our breath and gradually came down from our blissful high. We remained wrapped up in one another, locked in an embrace that had no end and no beginning.

  God, I never wanted to let go of the amazing feeling that we shared every time we made love, but deep down, I worried that one day I would lose all of this. I had no idea where these negative thoughts stemmed from, but I just couldn’t shake them from my ruminating mind. I didn’t deserve to have such a beautiful, selfless, and caring woman in my life. I didn’t deserve to have two healthy babies growing inside of her. Every day I expected to wake up and find that this had all been a dream, that some sick fuck was playing a prank on me. Seriously, am I being punked?

  As much as I hated to break the connection, I slipped free from her body, and she let out a soft whimper in protest. She turned around and gazed up at me, her eyes penetrating me with so much love that I felt like my heart would burst from the impact. That…that was what I needed to see. That passion and fire in her eyes that always washed away any doubts that what we had wasn’t real, that I was undeserving of this life we shared together. I knew I made my fair share of mistakes in the past, mistakes I wasn’t proud of, but I worked my ass off to be a better man, and that was exactly what I wanted to be for my wife and my children. For my family.

  “I love you.” I cupped her beautiful face in my hands and leaned down to capture her lips. The lustful haze was still thick in the air surrounding us, even after the water had grown cold.

  Sliding the shower door open, I stepped out first and wrapped a towel low around my waist, grabbing one for Liberty before I swept her back up in my arms and pulled her close. I took my time drying her off, running the towel down her arms and legs, and paying extra attention to her lower abdomen where are babies lay safely nestled inside of her. It was hard to believe she was even pregnant without the baby bump, but I had all of the proof I needed when she looked down at me, her eyes teeming with a loving tenderness that only a mother could bestow.

  Liberty slipped her hand over mine, halting my efforts to get her dry, and I let the towel fall to the floor before our mouths collided. I dipped my tongue out to trace over her bottom lip, and she readily let me in. Her tongue stroked and caressed my own, and I had to rest my hand on the wall behind her to keep from falling to my knees. Fuck me. I could drown in her kisses. From the moment I laid eyes on her, I knew there was no escaping the pull that drew me to her, and her kisses solidified just that. It was amazing how perfectly in tune our bodies were to one another, as though we were truly made for each other. But her lips…God, her lips…they had to have been heaven sent. Nothing so sweet and so perfect could have been created from anything other than a divine being. And I can’t get enough of them.

  “I love you too, Shayne.” She breathed against my lips, and I could taste the truth behind her words. “Always.”

  Always.

  We promised each other always, and even now, almost a year later, our vows resounded through my mind: to honor her, to treasure her, to be at her side in sorrow and in joy, in the good times and the bad, and to love and cherish her always. I would give her all of that even if it killed me. Regardless of the truth her words held, it still felt as if something was coming between us, a force neither one of us could stop, and I couldn’t break free from this unnerving feeling that my entire world, my reason for living, was slowly s
lipping through the cracks.

  Time flew by faster than either of us could have anticipated, which both excited and scared the shit out of me. I was sure any first-time father would agree…but a first-time father of twins? Yeah, there wasn’t any way to skirt around the fear of bringing two precious lives into this world and still keep a sliver of my sanity throughout the entire process.

  Liberty was coming up on the end of her first trimester, and knowing that she had made it this far along without any complications also meant that we had less than six months left before the babies arrived. We still had so much to do, and with my long hours and Liberty working and starting up classes again next month, it didn’t leave much time for us to get everything together for the nursery. Just the thought of having to buy two of everything had my mind spinning, and it was beginning to take a toll on my focus – or lack there of – at work.

  I felt a hand crack against the back of my head, snapping me out of the stress-induced fog that had enveloped me as of late. “Son, do you plan on getting any actual work done today?”

  I looked up to find my father with a goofy smirk plastered on his face. God love him, the man didn’t have a serious bone in his body. Unless my mother was the topic of conversation, he was laughing and joking around with the best of us. “Sorry, Pops. Must have been in the zone.” Returning my gaze out toward the water, I realized we were pulling back into the marina. Shit, is it really that late?

  “Seems to be happening a lot lately. Ya got something on your mind?”

  I nodded my head, smiling. “Yeah, you could say that.”

  He maneuvered the boat into the marina, and just as we were approaching the dock, I jumped off and secured the ropes to the horn cleats that were spaced out along the old, rickety wooden boards. My father shook hands with the group of fisherman, whose names I’d never taken the time to get to know, and handed them their freshly fileted catch of the day. I was usually in charge of keeping things running smoothly on the boat, but it appeared he’d taken it upon himself to do my half of the work. I’d probably get reamed out for that later.