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“And I stand by that whack. No one ogles my wife except for me.”
“And the millions of people who see the two of you on Page Six every time one of you sneezes. If it isn’t baby watch, it’s saying that her and Doucheman are sneaking around behind your back.”
“Hell will freeze over before that ever happens.” JJ laughs at me but it’s true. Chelsea will never go back to him and it’s not just because she’s with me, but because he broke her trust and her heart.
“Speaking of hot, have you seen his babysitter? She’s H O double T hot and what adds to her hotness? The way she stands up to and handles Doucheman.”
“Yeah, seeing her all feisty and in his face does things to me that I shouldn’t be feeling.” Everyone nods their heads in agreement over Wren Brooks. “And if Chels ever asks, I will deny this conversation ever occurred.”
“Dude, none of us will ever admit that to our ladies. I don’t know about you, but I like my balls where they are,” JJ states.
“What, in Lexi’s handbag?” Jett teases, causing us all to laugh.
“Fuck off, assholes.” JJ flips us off and then cups his balls to reiterate the fact they are between his legs. “As you can see, my balls are firmly attached to my body.”
“Physically yes, metaphorically speaking, they’re currently at my place firmly in Lexi’s grasp. Now that we know the location of your balls, can we stop talking about your balls?”
“I can’t help it if you like my balls.”
“I’d like to kick you in the balls right now.”
“You wound me, Kal, you wound me.”
“Fuck off, asshole.”
We spend the next few hours at Squires drinking beer and ribbing each other at every turn.
When I finally make my way home, I find Chelsea sound asleep in our bed. Leaning against the doorframe, I stand here and watch her sleep. Her chest rises and falls with each breath she takes. I want nothing more than to crawl into bed and make sweet, sweet love to my wife, but I know she’s not feeling well so I just stand here and watch over her.
She’s so pucking beautiful, and I thank my lucky stars every day she gave me a chance. She swore never to fall for another player after Doucheman screwed her over but from the moment I laid my eyes on her, I was pucked. Unfortunately for her, I’m a persistent bastard and I wore her down. Now we’re married and have the rest of our lives together.
“Are you watching me sleep again?” she mumbles.
“Yep,” I reply.
“It’s still creepy.” She taps the mattress next to her.
Pushing off the doorframe, I walk over to her side of the bed and sit on the edge. “How you doing, baby?”
“Feeling a little better now. Lexi thought I might be pregnant …” My eyes widen and I’m pretty sure my heart stops.
“And?”
“I’m not, it's just a bug … like I keep telling everyone.”
“Ohh,” I dejectedly reply. “For a minute there, I was excited you might have been.” Pulling back the blanket, I cover her stomach with my hand. “I can’t wait for the day your stomach swells with the baby we created together growing inside of you.”
“I am too, but for now, I want to be selfish and have you all to myself.” She raises her eyebrows at me in that ‘I want you to devour me’ kind of way and it has me sitting here sporting a semi. One eyebrow movement and my cock’s a goner for her.
“Are you sure you’re up to it? A few hours ago you were vomiting in the trash cans at the stadium.”
“That was a few hours ago. Right now, I feel fine and I really really want to practice making a baby with my sexy as puck husband.” To reiterate she wants me to fuck her. She sits up and pulls her Crushers tee over her head, baring her gorgeous tits to me. Lifting her hands, she cups her boobs and with her middle fingers rubs her nipples. “But before we get to the baby-making, I want you to fuck my tits. I love feeling your dick slide between them.”
“What my wife wants, my wife gets.”
Quicker thanThe Flash, I strip out of my clothes and straddle my wife’s chest. With my eyes locked on hers, I stroke my dick while she continues to play with her tits. “You ready, baby?”
“Always,” she breathlessly pants.
