“Okay, you need to get that dick of yours inside me now,” she says, her filthy mouth taking over. “Otherwise I’m going to have to take matters into my own hands.”
“Fuck I love it when you talk dirty to me.” I thrust inside her.
“Oh God, yes.” Her fingers dig into me.
I pull out and slam in again before finding the rhythm we both love.
I was right. This was always gonna go down as one of our fastest fucks.
We come together and after she cleans up in the bathroom, I pull her into my arms and hold her there, thinking about the child she’s carrying.
“I’m gonna teach him how to fish,” I murmur against her ear.
She rolls to face me. “How do you know we’re having a boy? She might be a girl.”
“Yeah, she might be, and I’ll teach her how to fish if that’s the case.”
“What else will you teach her?”
I run my hand over her hip and around to her ass. “That she has the best fucking mother in the world and that she just needs to learn everything about being a woman from you.”
“You’re getting sappy in your old age.”
I grin. “Well, it sounded better than telling you I’m gonna teach her all the ways to knock a guy flat on his ass if he fucking touches her when he shouldn’t.”
Her smile lights every inch of her face up. “Now that’s more like the man I love. I wouldn’t expect anything less. Tell me what else you’ll teach our son.”
“I’m gonna teach him every-fucking-thing a man needs to know, but mostly how to love and protect his sister and his woman.”
Chelsea moves like the wind, crawling on top of me and bringing her mouth to mine. After she takes her time kissing the fuck out of me, she says, “I love you, Mason, and I’m pretty sure that you could sweet talk your way into five kids with me if you tried hard enough.”
“Baby, I could fucking sweet talk my way into ten kids with you if I wanted. We both know that. But I think you’re right. I think three’s the limit.”
“What made you come to your senses?”
I stare up into the blue eyes I love, fucking lost in them. “I realised I’d be exchanging time with you for more kids, and that isn’t something I’m willing to do. Not fucking ever.”
She smiles down at me and I lose myself some more. After she kisses me again, she says, “Okay, enough talking. I’m ready to practise getting pregnant again.”
I chuckle. “Only you would fucking practise getting pregnant when you’re already pregnant.”
“I was taught by the best man I know.”
“Yeah, you fucking were,” I growl as I flip her onto her back so I can get the job done. I fucking love this woman with my whole damn heart and then some. If she wants to practise getting pregnant, we’re gonna fucking practise getting pregnant. I will always fucking give her what she wants.
10
TATUM & NITRO
TATUM
This is a super short flash fiction chapter I wrote for Tatum & Nitro. I often write these flash fiction pieces while I’m warming up for writing.
He reaches for me, his grip demanding and urgent.
It’s been two days since he’s had me, and two days is too long for Nitro.
His mouth finds mine. “Where have you been, Vegas?” The gravel in his voice excites me while the darkness sends a thrill straight to my core. “You said you’d be home by nine. I’ve been waiting for you.”
