Made For Us, page 20
“What did you tell him?” Her face comes even closer to the phone.
“I told him I couldn’t live with him because I was in love with him, and he just wanted me for the baby.”
“Boy,” Gabriella groans, “you are so dumb sometimes.” I just roll my eyes. “You have been the only one not to see what he feels for you.” I look at her, shocked. “You are getting everything you’ve ever wanted.” I swallow when I think about it. I’m having a baby with the love of my life. “Don’t get all in your head.”
“I’m not all in my head,” I deny, but I am all in my head. “I have to go.”
“Are you coming home tonight?” she asks. I want to say yes, but to be honest, I have no idea. “I’m leaving tomorrow to go visit a couple of friends in LA.”
“For how long?” I ask her, and she cocks her head to the side. “I said I was sorry.”
“Yeah, whatever,” she says. “I have to go. Below Deck Down Under is starting, and this new captain is so hot.” She wiggles her eyebrows. “I’d like him to go down under.”
She hangs up the phone, and I move around the room, making sure everything is clean. I turn the light off and walk into the living room. I sit on the couch, curling my feet under me. “Hey.” I hear Tristan when he walks into the room. “You didn’t have to clean the kitchen.”
“I most certainly did,” I tell him as he sits next to me, draping his arm over my legs.
“How are you feeling?” he asks. I try to tell him I’m fine, but a yawn escapes me. He gets up, holding out his hand. “Let’s get you to bed. You can crash in the guest bedroom.”
“I want to say no,” I remark, grabbing his hand to get me off the couch, “but I’m honestly so tired.”
He laughs at me as he walks me upstairs, very much like he did the last time. “You call me if you need anything.”
“Do you have a T-shirt?” I ask him. “I don’t want to sleep in my dress.” He walks toward his bedroom as I make my way into the guest bedroom. My feet sink into the plush carpet as I turn on the bedside lamp. I sit on the bed waiting for him as he comes back in with T-shirts in both hands.
“I don’t know what you wanted, so I brought you two,” he offers, holding them out for me.
“Thank you.” I get up and reach for them.
“You let me know if you need anything else,” he says, and I nod. “Good night, Abigail,” he says softly and leans in to kiss my lips gently.
He walks out of the room, and I can still feel his kiss on my lips ten minutes later when I’m getting out of the shower and drying myself off. I grab the white shirt that reaches right under my butt, covering everything. The minute I put it on, I smell him all around me. Slipping under the cover, it takes me a second to fall asleep, only waking when I need to pee and I’m suddenly so thirsty. I finish in the bathroom and tiptoe out of my room. Seeing Penelope’s door half closed and Tristan’s open but in the dark. I try not to make any noise as I walk down the stairs toward the kitchen.
Pulling open the fridge, I grab a water bottle when I hear someone coming down the stairs. I see Tristan walking into the kitchen. He’s rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he sees me with concern on his face. “Are you okay?” He walks to me wearing just his black boxer briefs.
“I was thirsty,” I reply, my mouth drooling at the sight of him. I turn away, afraid my face is flushed again. “You can go to bed.”
“I’m not leaving you alone,” he states, and then he leans against the counter. “You look really fucking good in my shirt.”
My nipples suddenly peak, and because the shirt is white, it’s very evident. “Thank you,” I say awkwardly before I walk to him, standing in front of him. “It smells like you.”
He pushes the hair over my shoulder, stepping even closer in front of me. “I’m trying really hard right now,” he says, his voice thick with need, “to not push you.”
“What if you weren’t trying?” I put the bottle of water down on the counter, wanting to have my hands free. “What would you do?”
“First, I would kiss your neck.” I move my head to the side, giving him access, and he doesn’t wait for another invitation. He bends his head and kisses my neck softly before trailing his tongue out and then sucking.
“I’m okay with that,” I assure him, my eyes closing as he moves from my neck to my ear. “What else?” I try to swallow, but my mouth is dry.
“Then I’d move my hand under the shirt and see if your nipples are as hard as they look.” I’m so freaking on edge that I moan at the thought of him doing this. I arch my back and feel his hands slowly moving up over my stomach to my tits. He groans out when both hands graze my nipples, and the minute he rolls each nipple at the same time, my head falls back, and I moan and shudder. My hand comes out to grab his cock, which has been hard ever since he came down the stairs.
I don’t know who moans the loudest. I don’t know whose hands go where, but all I can think about is sucking his cock. “Ever since the first time,” I say, moving my hands into his boxers and feeling his hard cock in my hand. “I’ve thought of doing this again.” There in the middle of the kitchen, I squat down so my face is right in front of his cock. I don’t think he’s expecting me to do this, so he’s just watching as I pull his boxers down and take his cock into my mouth. I moan as I fist him, moving my hand and my mouth at the same time.
“Fuck,” he mutters, his hands going into my hair, and it makes me even wetter knowing I’m giving him this pleasure. “That mouth,” he says as his hips thrust, “I’ve dreamed about it every single day since.”
I lick the tip of his cock. “I played with myself thinking about you,” I admit to him. “That and your mouth on me.” His eyes look into mine as I take his cock into my mouth again. This time he fucks my mouth while we watch each other. I can feel when he’s close because his thrusts are shorter, and his breathing starts getting faster.
“I don’t want to come in your mouth,” he tells me, and I almost cry when he moves away from me.
“Why not?” I ask him, and I swear it sounds like I’m whining.
“Because I want to come in you.” He picks me up and places me on the counter. “Because after having your mouth on me, all I can think about is sliding into you.”
I open my legs for him to stand in the middle of them, and we are at the perfect height. “I want to do so many things to you.” He pulls the shirt up, and at this point, I just need him to touch my pussy. I put my feet on the counter, opening more for him. “Fuck,” he says when I lift the shirt over my head, but I don’t take it off my shoulders.
I’m sitting on his island with my tits aching to be touched and my white lace thong drenched. I move my ass closer to the counter’s edge so he can get better access to my pussy. “You’re wet,” he states as he drags a finger up my slit over my panties, and I just nod. He moves the thong to the side and then slides his cock into me. “Fucking hell,” he swears softly, leaning down and taking a nipple into his mouth. I come on his cock so hard I’m shivering and moaning loudly, “Sshhh, baby,” he hushes, his mouth falling on mine as his tongue plays with mine, and he fucks me.
I come over and over again, losing track of the number of times until he rams into me one last time, and I’m the one swallowing his moan this time.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
TRISTAN
I collapse on her chest as she leans back on her elbow. “Did I just fuck you on my counter like a barbarian?” I say the words out loud instead of just in my head. My breaths come in pants as I try to get my breathing back to normal.
“I really hope this isn’t another dream,” she says as she runs her hand through the back of my hair. I look up and see her looking down at me. “If it is a dream, I’m not sure I want to wake up from it.” She bends her head, and I raise mine to kiss her. “Also, you might have to get off my belly,” she urges, and I jump off her, making her laugh. “You weren’t hurting me; I just have to pee.”
I look at her pink cheeks as she sits up. Her tits are bigger than they were the last time. Her belly is fucking beautiful, and I lean down and kiss her stomach. “Hi, baby boy,” I say, rubbing her stomach, and it just makes me so fucking happy. “It’s your dad.”
“Who was just inside me.” Abigail rolls her lips when I glare at her. “What? I’m just telling him in case he’s wondering who poked him in the eye.” She smiles so big her eyes light up. “I’m kidding. You probably didn’t even feel it.”
“How sure are you?” I ask her as she pulls her shirt over her head, and I want to stop her.
“I’m one-thousand-percent positive the baby can’t feel you.” I tuck my cock back in to my boxers and grab her by the waist.
“I love you.” I say the three words I was so scared to say before, but now I feel the need to tell her all the time. “Let’s get you to bed.” I kiss her softly, picking her up and putting her on her feet. “Do you want to sleep in my bed?” I ask her, holding my breath. I wanted her to come to my room before, but I didn’t want to push her. But now after having her again, all I want to do is keep her close.
“What do you think Penelope will say?” she asks, not sure.
“Well, considering she said we had sex,” I remind her, “and I’m really fucking hoping she didn’t google sex when I wasn’t here.”
“I don’t want her to feel uncomfortable,” she says softly, and I just walk into my room.
“I’ll set the alarm early so she doesn’t see you in my bed,” I suggest to her, walking to the king-sized bed. “I’m going to be honest with you,” I tell her, tossing the cover back. “Penelope is the only one I’ve ever shared a bed with. I don’t know if I move a lot or not.” She walks to me and kisses me under my neck.
“Do you think you can set the alarm for ten minutes before so we can have…” I smirk at her.
“Like I need ten minutes,” I joke with her, and she laughs quietly before turning and looking around. “Bathroom is through there.” I point at the door in the corner.
She turns and walks toward the bathroom, and I walk over to Penelope’s room to make sure she’s still asleep. She’s spread out in the middle of her bed like a starfish. I get back into the bedroom at the same time as Abigail is coming toward the bed. “I had to clean up. What side do you sleep on?”
“The middle.” I chuckle. “I’ll be right back,” I tell her, walking to the bathroom and cleaning myself off. When I slide into bed five minutes later, she’s in the middle of the bed waiting for me. I slip in behind her and kiss the back of her neck.
“That got you in trouble before,” she mumbles as she yawns. Even though I would love to take her again, I let her sleep. I don’t know when I fall asleep, but I do it with her in my arms. When the alarm rings, I blink open my eyes, but all I see is hair in front of me. I turn over on my side to silence the noise.
“Morning,” she mumbles, snuggling into me even more. She kisses my neck before she closes her eyes again.
“Morning.” I hug her, pulling her even closer to me. “I love this.”
“What?” she asks, looking up at me, and I feel the baby kick. “Whatever it is, I think your son likes it too.”
She rolls toward the edge of the bed. “I’ll go to the other room,” she says, and I get up, walking to the walk-in closet to grab the robe.
“Here.” I hand it to her. “I’ll meet you downstairs. I’ll make breakfast.”
“Are you getting dressed?” she asks. I smirk at her as I grab her hand and pull her into the bathroom with me, locking the door behind us. I place her on the counter, and just like last night, I slide into her. It’s fast, just like last night. “The next time we do this,” I tell her as I pull out of her, “we are doing it in a bed.”
“Is that so?” she asks, getting off the counter and pulling off her clothes as she starts the shower. “Does this mean we are dating?” She piles the hair on top of her head.
I chuckle. “I want to do more than date you.” I kiss her lips. “But let’s just take it in baby steps.”
She steps inside the glass shower as the water rains over her. “What does that even mean?” She grabs the bar of soap and lathers her hands.
I lean against the counter I just fucked her on. “It means I want forever with you, but I have to earn you.” She stops lathering her hands and just stares at me. “Now finish your shower, and I’ll meet you downstairs.”
“Okay,” she utters softly as I walk out of the room, really fucking hoping Penelope is still sleeping. Her alarm goes off as soon as I take two steps down the hall, and it rings five times before she turns it off.
“Pancakes or waffles?” I ask her, waiting on the step.
“Waffles and fruit,” she mumbles right before I’m sure she goes back to sleep until the alarm rings again. I start making the waffles when Abigail walks into the kitchen wearing my robe.
“It smells good in here,” she says, coming behind me and kissing my shoulder. “What can I do to help?”
“Can you cut up some fruit?” I ask her, and she walks to the fridge, grabbing some strawberries, raspberries, and blueberries.
“What does your week look like?” I ask her as I pour more waffle batter into the machine before closing it.
“I have four night shifts in a row,” she states as she washes the fruit, “then I’m off five days.” She grabs a knife to cut the tops off the strawberries. “What about you?”
“I leave today for four days, and then I’m back,” I tell her. “Do you think you’ll be okay to see me when I get back?”
She looks over at me, smirking at me. “I think I can squeeze you in.”
I don’t say anything else to her because Penelope comes into the kitchen. “Morning, beautiful girl,” Abigail greets her, and she just grunts as she grabs some orange juice from the fridge. “You never were a morning girl.”
“It hasn’t changed,” I say to her as Penelope pours herself juice and then drinks some. “That’s not true. She’s fine on the weekend.”
“That’s because I don’t have to get up at the crack of dawn,” she huffs, walking over to the sink and grabbing a couple of strawberries. Abigail smiles at her and leans over, kissing her head. “Morning,” she mumbles to Abigail, and the two share a smile. Then she puts her hand on Abigail’s stomach. “Morning, little bro.”
I can’t help but smile at them. They eat side by side as I make a protein shake and run up to get dressed. When I come down, the kitchen is clean as Penelope runs to get her bag. “Bye, Abigail.” She walks over to her and hugs her. “Can I call you tonight?”
“You can call me anytime,” she tells her, kissing her forehead. “I work tonight, so I might not answer, but I will call you back when I can.”
She runs to the front door while I walk over to Abigail. “I’ll be back in thirty minutes.” I kiss her lips. “I have to be at the rink in an hour.”
“So no hanky-panky.” She rolls her eyes. “Got to go put my panties back on then.”
My cock goes immediately hard. “I have to go out to the car with a boner,” I scold, trying to adjust myself. “How am I going to explain this?”
“Tell her you’re having an allergic reaction,” she teases, trying not to laugh at me. “Go or she’s going to be late.”
I rush out of the house, and thankfully, Penelope is already in the car. I drop her off quickly before returning home and having to rush to get in a suit. “I can take an Uber,” Abigail volunteers when I walk out of the walk-in closet and she finishes making the bed.
“Not a chance in hell.” I side-eye her, putting my tie in my side pocket.
“You look very handsome,” she compliments, smiling at me, “and I get to kiss you.”
“If we had enough time, you could even kiss my—” She stops me from talking. We walk out of the house with my hand holding hers and the other hand holding my luggage.
“I’ll call you tonight,” I tell her, and for the first time, I’m uneasy about going away. It also happened at the beginning when I had Penelope. I would worry every second of every day until I got back and made sure she was okay.
“Okay, if I can’t answer…” she starts to say, and I just nod my head. She leans over and kisses me. “Be safe.” She smiles, leaving me with one last kiss before leaving the car.
The next four days go by at a snail’s pace, or at least that is how it feels. The nights are usually spent waiting for her to call me back, and the days I don’t call her because I know she sleeps all day long. When I finally walk off the plane at home, I rush to my car and get in. I didn’t tell her what time I was coming home, hoping it would be enough time, but there was an issue with the landing gear or something. I just hope she’s not still sleeping by the time I get to her.
I ring the doorbell once, and I’m about to walk away when I hear the door unlock. She opens the door, and I see her squinting at the sun, but her whole face lights up when she sees me. She throws open the door and jumps into my arms. “You’re here!” She buries her face in my neck, wrapping her legs around me. I walk into her house with her attached to me, but the minute I take two steps in, my phone rings in my pocket.
“I hate your phone,” she mumbles as I reach into my pocket, pull out my phone, and see it’s the alarm to go and get Penelope.
“Sorry, I thought I was going to get here earlier,” I tell her. “But the plane was delayed.”
She unwraps herself from me. “How fast can you get dressed?” I finally look down and see she’s wearing the white shirt she wore the last night she slept over. “That’s my shirt.”
“It is,” she confirms, walking up the steps to her bedroom. “I borrowed it,” she says over her shoulder. “Give me two minutes.” In less than two minutes, she’s coming back down wearing yoga pants and a white tank top. Her bump definitely got bigger. She puts on a button-down shirt when we get to the front door, as she picks up a big duffel bag. “I figured I’d be staying over at your place,” she says and then looks away. “I should have asked.”
I walk to her and turn her head toward me. “We’ll start with one bag at a time, and hopefully, after a while, you’ll have everything at my house.” She laughs as we walk out.
