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“Fuck, baby. Ride it, just like that.” She circles her hips on my cock, taking every last second she can of her ecstasy, and I enjoy watching it. My stomach tightening, my abs contracting as I twitch, it feels incredible.
Her whimpers die out, and I topple over next to her, pulling her body into me. “Fuck. That was insane, baby.”
“Mhmm,” Shayla moans, kissing my chest.
“Did I wear you out?” A soft chuckle peeps out then slowly dies down. I rub up and down her back and within seconds she’s asleep. She needs the rest because round two is coming.
Her nap allows me a moment to think about all the things that occurred today. Last week I found out that the chance of Shayla and I ever creating a family might not happen—the dream may cease to exist. Then everything happened with Gwen, that was a fucking nightmare. If I’m being honest, even I’m surprised by the way it all went down. Gwen and I were starting to work our shit out, but behind closed doors she was up to her own motives. When Shayla told me about the threats she made, I nearly went to find her—hunt her down and give her another piece of my mind.
I admired Shayla for being so strong when the one person I was letting back into my life threatened us. She was being unselfish for me—for us. That is the number one reason I trusted her most. I spent my fair share of time thinking what would have happened if Gwen and I got any closer than what we did. Like I told Shayla, we were rounding the corner to rebuilding, not fully complete, so letting her go was a lot easier than we all thought it would be. Shayla was deep inside me, fighting to seal up my festering wounds.
Now, to finish up my decade and more of suffering, Shayla is giving me a family. Once upon a time I would have never wanted a family, a fairytale ending, a happily ever after, but that all changed the day I fell in love with Shayla.
If I could summon into a sentence what I felt when the doctor said my little woman was pregnant, it still wouldn’t bring it justice. Maybe the old me would have felt suffocated like the room was closing in or maybe my first thought would have been how shitty of a parent I would be, given my past, but all I felt was utter completion.
The ultimate prize that you can win in love is the tangible reality of completing our circle—completing our love. My little woman is in for a hard journey, the doctor said, but she was sitting there with an authentic smile on her glowing face, more than ready to be a mother. Not only is she a fighter for herself and our child, but she’s also going to fight like hell for me, to make sure we have this family.
Shayla’s not a homebody, she’s not the kind to rest for days on end, so I know these several months are going to be hell for her, but she doesn’t let me see that.
Now we have to prepare to face the world outside our private bubble and tell everyone about the baby. Shayla doesn’t seem too worried, but I’m almost positive her father and Kings are going to lay my ass out. Shayla had just turned twenty-two right after we lost Pops, there’s no way in hell they are just going to sit back and congratulate us, especially since we aren’t married.
Kingston and Tom are the same person; they protect Shayla like she’s a child. I truly feel bad for Kingston’s future daughter—if he has one—babies are for sure not on his radar, he talks about that shit like it’s a death sentence. But if he ever does have a daughter, she will probably be locked up in a tower with a chastity belt that even magic couldn’t open. He will lock it and throw away the key.
As if his ears were burning, I hear him come in the front door, my bedroom door still slightly ajar. I maneuver myself slowly out of Shayla’s hold, untangling myself, doing my best to not wake her. Grabbing the throw blanket she bought for my bed, I lay it over her body and just shake my head. Dudes don’t do throw blankets, but I just shut up and let her leave little pieces of her around my room. Besides, one day soon, she is going to make us a home and all the girly shit like throw pillows, flowers, and enough fuzzy blankets to keep an army warm, will be thrown about our entire house. Happy wife, happy life.
Grabbing a pair of basketball shorts from my drawer, I head out to find Kings. I find him in the living room with a beer in one hand, the remote in the other, and his legs on the coffee table where he sits watching the game.
“Hey, man,” I announce myself, heading to the fridge to get myself a drink. I’m down for some guy time.
“Hey, bro. My sister already in bed?”
I smirk. “Yeah, she is. Where’s Lana?” Plopping down, I pop the top on my beer and toss the cap on the table.
“She put me in the dog house—again.”
“Oh, she did, not you?” I look over at him; he feigns innocence. I find it hard to believe he didn’t do anything to warrant her persecution.
“Shit. Okay, I did something, but it was no big deal, dude.”
“On with it.”
“So, we went out tonight, had a great time, we went dancing. Then we came home and I obviously wanted to end the night you know…” He stops and shrugs his shoulder while whipping his head side to side. It makes me laugh that Kingston, this loud, proud, no shame man is shying away from the word sex.
“All right, dude, I get it, so what happened?”
“Well, I wanted to love on my fucking girl and right when we’re about to get down to it, I fucking slapped her ass and it set her off. She pushed me off of her like I was on fire and told me to get out.” He shakes his head and my face cringes, shit that sucks and damn that’s awkward.
“Joel?” I know it has to do with him, all their fights stem from that.
“Yep, I mean I thought it was something we could try, just a fucking slap on her sexy ass and then we would have this wild ass sex. Nope, that pissed her off. I’m such a fucking idiot.”
“I thought you said it’s no big deal.”
“Well, that was before I told you, saying it out loud makes fucking sense.”
“Dude, the two of you have to compromise, it sucks seeing you guys either all over each other or coming for each other’s heads. That shit ain’t healthy, bro.” He nods, his eyes fixated on his beer bottle. The announcer cheers on the TV when the Seahawks score, but we stay focused on the conversation.
“I know. I know. And that’s the hard part, I don’t know if I’ll ever break through to her. But I don’t think I’ll ever be able to walk away either. That woman isn’t just mine, she’s my best friend.”
