I was confident Jeremy wouldn’t venture to the garage, even if he had heard the door or watched us come into the driveway.He waltzed through the back door without knocking last month and found Barry and me using the kitchen counter in a way that he promised would do developmental damage to his psyche.
He’d leave us alone in the garage.
“Harvey, are you trying to get into my pants?” Barry asked as I was, indeed, actively trying to get into his pants. I undid his belt and unbuttoned his slacks with the kind of trained skill that came with many months of practicing getting him naked as quickly as humanly possible.
“How could you tell?” I asked.
“Bed might be more comfortable,” he noted, but he did so while reaching behind me to unzip my dress, so I didn’t put much credence to the comment.
“Yes, but I want younowis the problem.”
“Well, that is a problem, isn’t it?” he muttered before pressing long, sweeping kisses against my mouth.
Even without the car seat, this level of backseat coordination was difficult. I found a pacifier and teething toy under my knee, which I pushed to the floor.
“Do you have?—”
“Already ahead of you.” I reached back to the front to rummage through my purse for a condom. Barry roamed his hands over my ass while I did. When I found it, I gave a triumphant sound and spun back, knocking my head on the roof of the car while I climbed back.
Barry’s chest shook with laughter, but he rubbed the top of my head as I settled back on his lap, out of breath.
“See, this is why car sex is ideal only for teenagers.”
“Where is your sense of adventure?” I reached over his shoulder and pulled the lever that reclined half of the backseat. It reclined way too quickly, maybe our combined weight on it, and both of us yelped.
“You’re right, I am such a bore.” He pulled my unzipped dress down my forearms until my chest was exposed to him. Nursing bras are not very glamorous, maybe as a rule—at leastnot the ones I had—but he looked hungrily at my tits anyway and immediately sucked a hickey onto one.
I took his dick in my hand, offering a few tight strokes that made his head fall back against the headrest with a groan.
“See how fun it is when you listen to me?” I said, but I was panting. I unwrapped the condom and slid it down his shaft before readjusting myself directly over him. I’d had the forethought to wear the thin, stretchy panties, and pulled them to the side so I could line myself up over his cock.
“Oh my God,” he moaned at the sight. “Sweetheart, what are you doing to me?”
“Celebrating my hot hockey player boyfriend,” I said. The team didn’t win the cup last season, didn’t make it past the first round, but they seemed excited about what next season would bring. And as of today’s pre-season dinner, Barry was one of the alternate captains for the Utah Raptors. “He’s a captain now.”
“Alternate captain,” he grunted out as I squeezed him again. He held his breath with the tip notched at my entrance but I paused, waiting until he looked back up at me. When his eyes were on mine, I smiled and slid down, reveling in the way his face went slack with pleasure and a moan rattled out of his chest.
The dirty windows on the back of the garage let in slices of moonlight, but the timer of the lights in the garage had clicked off and it was mostly dark, just me and Barry and the sensation of sliding up and down him while he gripped my hips like they were the only things keeping him Earth-side.
“I miss when we didn’t have to wear a condom,” I said, because I knew it riled him up to think about. Sure enough, he made a sound like an animal and started thrusting up into me. He banded an arm around my lower back, and I released some feral sounds of my own.
I wasn’t on birth control while breastfeeding, and I had in fact learned my lesson the first time that unprotected sex sometimes does equal baby.
“You miss taking me raw, Wright?”
“You miss beingtakenraw, Harvey? Dreaming of me putting another baby in you?” he quipped back, but his voice was tight, breaths hot and shallow against my shoulder. I pulled back to kiss him again, a sloppy tangle of tongues and breath.
“I love you,” I told him as we rutted toward our climaxes. In the spare light, I saw his eyes soften on mine, and when he kissed me again, it was a slower thing altogether. It made me melt for him, and between the kissing, the tight hands, and his cock pressing deep inside of me, I hiccupped and came, clamping down around him in a way that sent him tunneling right over. He held me so tight, unleashing into the condom inside of me, and when we were both done, we were left panting, foreheads resting against the other’s.
“I love you, Barry Wright,” I said again.
He nuzzled his nose against mine.
“I love you way worse, Harvey.”
Some days I couldn’t believe we were pulling this off: taking care of a tiny human, loving each other, sneaking secret moments for ourselves when we could. It was exhausting and wonderful. Everything everyone had ever told me about having a baby was true and also didn’t even touch how it felt. I couldn’t describe it; I didn’t know how to try.
Sometimes it was the feeling of the morning sun shining onto my cheeks through a bus’s window, or a very cold drink after a long walk. Other times, and maybe more often, it was the scariest thing I’d ever done, new anxieties I couldn’t have even dreamed up piled upon each other because there was this tiny girl with a huge life ahead of her and she was mine to look after. Ours.
