Aidan
I needed to head home and take a nap.
Of course, if Cara were home, sheâd probably want me.
Pregnancy had made her insatiable. Not that I was complaining. Sober me liked fucking Cara even more than drunk me had.
I did wonder how long this was going to last. She was about nineteen weeks into her pregnancy, which meant we still had more than halfway to go.
I swiped my phone screen to a photo Iâd taken of her a few weeks ago. Sheâd decided the baby had needed waffles, so Iâd taken her to a diner. What my baby wanted, my baby got.
Was I getting soft?
"Hey!" my best friend said, lowering himself into a chair next to tge rink. "Howâs Cara?"
"Sheâs fine, I guess. I still canât keep up with what she will or wonât eat, since it seems to change on a daily basis. But at least sheâs not puking all the time anymore."
I felt bad that this had been so hard on her. She tried to hide it from me, but I knew she felt like shit a lot. And no matter how many pregnancy books I read, or late-night food cravings I helped her indulge, there was only so much I could do for her.
All the orgasms had to help, though.
"I'm happy you guys were bought together by just a little baby. Makes me believe in fate." Jake grins like the fucker he is.
"Laugh all you want, I'm sure Ella would look nice pregnant. Who knows, could be sooner than later." I winked and shutted his mouth.
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By the amount of cabinet slamming I could hear from the kitchen, Cara was in a mood. Why was anyoneâs guess. Maybe she was annoyed with me for no reason. That was another solid possibility. Or had something happened while I was at practice that had pissed her off?
Then again, maybe she was just hungry. Or horny.
A smarter man would stay in his room. Wait it out until it was safe to emerge.
But I liked playing with fire.
Cara moved around the kitchen, opening cabinet doors and slamming them shut. Her white shirt and leggings showed the swell of her pregnant belly and it was weird how much I liked it. The way her body was changing was sexy in ways I never would have predicted.
A deep, primal urge stole over me. Iâd felt protective of her since the moment sheâd told me she was pregnant. But it was morphing into something else. Every time I looked at her, one word came to mind.
Mine.
Did every guy feel this way about the mother of his child?
But I could fuck the fight out of her. That was definitely what she needed right now.
She opened the fridge, looked inside for about two seconds, then slammed it closed again.
"What are you so pissed about?" I asked, sauntering into the kitchen.
Her eyes flashed. "Not now, prince dickhead."
I casually leaned my hip against the counter. "I'm just asking. Youâre the one down."
She gritted her teeth. "I hate your socks."
"No you don't."
"Yes, I really do."
I moved closer. "You love my socks because you love the way I annoy you."
"Shut up, Aidan."
"Is that all you've got? Shut up? Come on, princess, you can do better than that."
"I hate you."
I took another step, getting right in front of her. She had to lift her chin to look up at me. "No you don't."
"I do."
"You don't hate me." I ran my fingers through her hair and whispered.
"You need me to make you come. Tell me."
"I hate that you do this to me" she whispered back.
"I know." I brushed my lips against hers again, not quite kissing her, and bent one knee to push my thigh between her legs. Like the horny monkey she was, she straddled my thigh and rubbed herself against me.
I had her right where I wanted her. So I slanted my lips over hers and kissed her.
She planted her hands on my chest, like she was about to push me away. But I invaded her mouth with my tongue, kissing her deeply.
And she melted.
I shrugged, like that kiss hadn't just wrecked me. "I guess you donât want an orgasm, then."
Anger once again made her eyes shine. "You're going to give me one."
"I don't know, sweetheart. I don't think you want it."
"Now it's two."
Oh yeah. I liked where this was going. Tension crackled in the air between us.
"Try three. But I'm going to make you beg."
"I won't beg you for anything."
"Wouldn't be the first time."
She put her hands on my chest and curled her fingers so her nails bit through my shirt. "You aren't that good."
"Wanna bet?" I deftly slid my hand under the waistband of her leggings.
"I've had so much better."
"Liar. Tell me you love this."
"No."
I grinned again as she rocked her hips, grinding against my hand. "Tell me you don't want me to stop."
Another moan, and her eyelids fluttered. "You can stop. I don't care."
And then I stopped.
"What the fuck?"
"You don't need me. I'm not that good anyway."
"Aidan."
"Too bad."
Taking ragged breaths, she gripped the counter. "Aidan. You betterâ¦"
"What?" I asked, struggling to sound nonchalant.
"You know what I need."
"Then ask nicely." I traced a line from her neck to one of her tits. Even through her clothes, my touch made her gasp.
She grabbed me and squeezed. Hard.
"Give me a fucking orgasm."
Despite myself, I grunted, my hips jerking. "All you have to do is say please."
Her hand tightened. I gritted my teeth. She basically had me by the balls, but I didnât give in.
Instead, I kissed her again.
That really pissed her off.
But she did kiss me back.
And we went three times.
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Cara
Apparently Iâd really needed it because I woke up Friday morning feeling more like myself than I had in months. I was almost twenty weeks pregnant, definitely showing, and feeling more and more baby movement.
I took my tea into my office and sat down at my desk. It was white with matching built-in bookshelves on either side. I scooted my fuzzy peach ottoman closer so I could prop up my feet.
There was a soft knock at the door, so I swiveled my chair around.
"Hey, baby." Aidan said. His hair was disheveled and he wore a dark blue t-shirt and a pair of what looked like lime green swim trunks.
But there was something about his sleepy eyes and his lopsided smile.
"Had a good nap?" I asked.
"Yeah. How have you been?"
"Better than usual, actually."
The other corner of his mouth lifted, making his smile less lopsided but no less cute.
"Any movement you've felt?"
I placed my hand on my belly. "Only from the inside, but yeah."
"I can't wait until I can feel it too."
"Me too." I smiled.
"So, I was thinkingâ¦" He trailed off and ran a hand through his hair, messing it up more. "We should go out."
"Go out? Where?"
"No, I mean go out. On a date. Canât I take my baby mama out on a date?"
I rolled my eyes. "What are we doing on our date?"
"What does the baby want to eat today?"
Okay, he was really getting to me with the sweetness. He was always so concerned about what I could or couldnât eat.
"I think the baby wants meatloaf. Iâve been trying to deny it for the last couple of days because seriously? Bread-shaped meat again? But itâs the only thing that sounds good."
"Done. And I figure we can go do something fun afterward."
"And it's a date." he said. "A real date."
"Yes, I get it. You said date."
"I'm just making sure we're clear. This isn't just to appease your meat fetish."
I grabbed a pen off my desk and tossed it at him.
"It's not a fetish, it's a craving."
"Right. You have an Aidan fetish."
I rolled my eyes. "Shut up."
He grinned.
"I need to run into town, but I'll be back to pick you up."
And after a long kiss, he was out the door.