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  “Most people don’t have abs when they sit down,” she grumbled as she stared.

  She was staring at my cock that was well defined through my red boxer briefs.

  It’d escaped the confines of the sack of my underwear and was wildly trailing off to the left side down my leg.

  Her eyes were narrowed on the spot that I knew she’d wanted to see since I’d gotten it done.

  That day that I’d gotten my tattoo?

  I’d also gotten a piercing.

  She’d teased me mercilessly about what a pussy I was throughout the whole ordeal—okay, so I hated fucking needles. So what?

  By the end, I’d been so pissed off at her jabs that I’d decided to go ahead and get my cock pierced while I was there.

  She’d sat in the room with me while I’d gotten the apadravya. The moment that the needle had passed through the glans of my penis, I’d nearly passed out.

  It was only through sheer force of will that I refused to give Reggie the satisfaction.

  She’d watched my face, horror written all over it, as I’d gone through with it.

  When I’d taunted her to look at it, she’d refused.

  Which led us to now, years later, as she stared at my cock through the silky material of my underwear and imagined what it would look like.

  “Go ahead,” I teased her. “Pull my underwear down and look.”

  I didn’t think that she would do it, but when she marched over to me, determination in her step, I realized that she had more gumption than I gave her credit for.

  “You don’t think I will?” she challenged.

  The grin that turned up the corner of my lips had her narrowing her eyes.

  I stood up straighter and gestured. “I think you won’t.”

  Her nails scraped my skin as she reached forward and curled her fingers around the waistband of my underwear.

  My dick hardened even further, which was almost laughable because I was already really fucking hard before.

  Keeping her eyes on mine, she slowly started to tug the waistband of my underwear down, one slow inch at a time.

  My dick didn’t work with her at all, though.

  At one point the waistband got stuck at the base of my cock and she was forced to look down.

  A groan of surprise left her lips as she stared at it.

  Staring at her face, I said, “Hurry up and take them off or I will.”

  Just like her, I was impatient.

  Her show of frustration earlier only solidified the fact that we needed to do this.

  I needed her.

  She needed me.

  And nothing would get accomplished if we didn’t get down to business.

  With my challenge in my eyes, she all but ripped my underwear down over my cock.

  I groaned when my cock was finally free of its confines, and laughed when it slapped her stomach.

  She gasped, eyes wide, as she stared at my cock.

  “You don’t have it anymore!” she cried out.

  She grasped my cock, lifting it and bending down so that she was face to face with it, inspecting where the hole of my piercing had once been.

  “I took it out,” I admitted. “The day that I got it. It got caught in my shorts for baseball practice and I almost had an ‘oh my god’ scenario of it ripping out during the middle of a game. I know it was stupid, I had pants that covered it, but yeah. It came out. Hole grew over. I only have a tiny scar now to show where it once was.”

  But teasing her relentlessly with the prospect of a piercing was the highlight of my life.

  “I can’t believe you would tease me about it all this time,” she whined.

  I couldn’t focus anymore, however.

  Not with her mouth that close to my cock.

  She leaned forward and placed a kiss right over the tiny scar, causing my penis to jerk in surprise.

  “I want to suck on that later,” she said.

  Then, before I could prepare, she launched herself at me.

  I had no other choice but to step backward in order to catch her.

  The only problem was that, by doing so, I ran into the bed. Which I then fell over.

  Luckily, it was soft and caught me.

  Unluckily, Reggie’s forehead met mine on our way down.

  She laughed as she repositioned herself over my body, her hand over her forehead.

  “Sorry,” she said. “I’m just… excited.”

  I could tell.

  Not only was she quite exuberant, but I could feel the slickness of her sweet heat now pressed against my cock. It felt like if I just positioned myself right, I could slip…

  She repositioned herself to where my cock was at her entrance.

  Then without prompting, she slowly started to slip her warm, wet pussy down the length of my shaft.

  She gasped, momentarily pausing with just the head inside, as she closed her eyes and shivered.

  I couldn’t stop myself from smoothing my hands up and down her backside.

  “Take me all the way,” I urged.

  She opened her eyes.

  Those aquamarine orbs had hesitation and worry in them as she slowly started to push more of me inside of her.

  When she’d get to a sticking point, I’d urge her to come back upward with my hands on her ass, then I’d loosen my hold to once again let her push down.

  Over and over we did this until finally I was seated as far as I could go.

  My balls were tight as hell, sucked up between my legs, as I tried really hard not to come like an out of control teenager.

  I’d had sexual partners before.

  But this was Reggie.

  My Regina.

  Sex was different with her.

  Sex was how it was supposed to be.

  Emotions were pouring through my veins.

  Indecision—was I making the right decision here?

  Elation—holy shit I was finally inside of My Regina.

  Lust—goddamn did she feel like everything I’d always imagined she would.

  Sadness—why hadn’t I pushed this thing that I felt with Reggie and done this before today? There’d been so many years wasted.

  But the prime emotion? That was definitely love.

  I loved this woman.

  I’d loved her for a long time.

  In fact, she was the reason that I’d been celibate since Eerie.

  There I was, a professional baseball player that could get absolutely anyone, and nobody but her would do.

  “Move, honey,” I urged, placing my hands on the outside of her thighs, right under her hips, and urging her to move forward.

  She did, leaning so that her breasts were now dragging along the expanse of my chest as she slowly worked herself up and down over the length of my shaft.

  Up. Down. Up. Down.

  Her eyes stayed on mine, and my heart started to pound as I read something in her eyes that I’d never been able to read before.

  She wanted me.

  She needed me.

  And I knew that she was about to shut down. To hide that feeling.

  So I blurted

  out the first thing to come to my mind.

  “You should take your socks off,” I teased as she settled the scratchy material up closer to my thighs.

  She looked down at my face and wiggled her hips before saying, “I would, but they take some serious muscle to get on and off. They’re compression. I didn’t want to waste the time.”

  I growled when she wiggled causing me to inch just a tiny bit deeper.

  My cock felt like it was enfolded in the tightest, hottest piece of paradise that it’d ever had the privilege of visiting.

  I wanted to bury myself inside of her and stay there until we were both old.

  Her eyes gleamed as she slowly started to ride me.

  Not fast and hard, but slow and annoyingly steady.

  She’d raise up an inch
, fall back down an inch, and it was driving me mad.

  “You know how earlier,” I said on a strangled voice. “You forced me to take my clothes off and hurry up? I’m a couple of seconds away from reversing our roles.”

  Meaning, I was seconds away from losing my cool and taking control and damn the consequences.

  She read the truth in my eyes, because she started to speed up before all of a sudden she fell to the side, pulling off of my cock completely.

  An unholy sound left my lips as I followed her over, situating myself between her thighs, and then forced my cock into her hard and fast.

  She gasped, her mouth falling open wide, as surprise etched over her teasing features.

  “Nathan!” she said in surprise, her hands going to my chest in reaction.

  Her nails dug into my pectorals, three of her fingernails going straight into the softball that was a constant reminder of her right over my heart, her pinky going as far as to draw blood.

  I didn’t stop, though.

  Couldn’t, really.

  Fucking her hard and fast now, I watched as emotions played over her face.

  Shock.

  Excitement.

  Fear.

  Then awe.

  With each rough thrust of my cock inside of her, her tits would bounce and her eyes would widen just a small amount more.

  Until her eyes resembled saucers.

  I felt her start to tighten. Felt her fingers dig in just a bit deeper.

  Then her legs were wrapping around my hips, and her heels were digging into my ass cheeks as she cried out in surprise.

  “Fuck, Nathan. Right there!” she cried.

  Seconds later I could feel her quivering around me. Her pussy rippling. Her legs tightening.

  Then she cried out, a loud scream leaving her throat, as her pussy locked down around my cock.

  That’s when I couldn’t stop myself anymore.

  I’d originally intended to pull out.

  At least that way I would be giving her a less potent mixture—and I knew it was potent. When I’d gone through the whole fertilizing eggs thing with Eerie, I’d had to have a study done on my jizz.

  I was apparently batting a thousand in that department.

  Meaning if Reggie was even a little bit fertile, it would mean that would be out of our control, too.

  She’d be getting number two sooner rather than later.

  But, as I started to unload my release inside her, my abs tightening with the power of it, I realized that I wanted her pregnant.

  I wanted to make her mine in the most primal way possible.

  I wanted her pregnant with my kid and tied to me irrevocably. More than anything I’d ever wanted before in my life.

  Chapter 13

  Kick today in the dick.

  -Text from Reggie to Nathan

  Reggie

  I licked my lips in nervous anticipation as Nathan finally pushed up onto his elbows and took the majority of his body weight off of mine.

  He stared at me, his eyes taking every single thing in that I hoped to conceal.

  I should’ve known that hiding anything from Nathan would be next to impossible.

  That’d been why I stayed away from him as best as I could.

  Obviously, that wasn’t going to work anymore.

  Especially seeing as I’d just slept with the man, he’d pretty much asked me to move in with him and marry him, and I’d given him a ridiculous ultimatum of having a baby with me thinking he’d say no.

  Yet, he hadn’t said no.

  He’d said yes.

  To all of my demands.

  And he hadn’t even blinked at any of them. It was almost as if he wanted me there, and he’d do just about anything to keep me there.

  I swallowed hard when he continued to stare and fidgeted when he didn’t break the eye contact.

  “You make me really nervous,” I blurted. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

  His eyes roamed over my face, taking in my crazy hair that was now mostly down instead of in a ponytail on top of my head, and the tops of my breasts that were still smushed against his chest.

  “Because I’m not quite sure what to think or say, and I’m trying to decide if I should ask you to move in with me tonight, or if that’ll be too much for you,” he answered honestly.

  I licked my lips and pressed on his chest, pausing slightly when I saw all the little half-moon indentations from my fingernails digging into his skin.

  “Don’t,” he said, reading my expression. “I like them.”

  I wasn’t so sure that I did.

  But I was a bit out of control.

  “Get up. I need to go…” wipe stuff out that may or may not be staining your sheets right now.

  God, I sure hoped that I didn’t leave any blood.

  I’d, of course, used my fair share of dildos. But Jesus, I hadn’t been prepared for Nathan’s girth.

  There was a possibility, even if only a slim one, that there may be evidence of my no longer innocent self staining his sheets.

  He moved us both as one, taking me by the hips and forcing me to go with him whether I wanted to or not.

  Not that I would complain.

  Though, I did have to admit that it felt utterly foreign to feel something that deep inside of me.

  Was he still hard?

  He walked directly to the shower and flicked it on with two twists, stepping inside before it’d even finished heating up all the way.

  Only then did he drop me to my feet. At the same time, he finally dislodged his cock from my body, and I realized that though earlier it might’ve felt foreign with him inside me, it also felt right.

  Now I just felt like I was missing something.

  I squeaked and jolted forward when the cool water hit me and offered Nathan a glare.

  “I don’t like cold showers,” I grumbled, reaching for the knob and turning it up even more.

  He didn’t stop me, so I continued turning it up until it was a more comfortable temperature.

  When I was finally done, I turned around to see Nathan staring at me.

  “You done?” he asked through gritted teeth.

  I nodded. “It’s actually a bit colder than I’d like it, but I was being nice and remembering that you don’t like hot showers.”

  How did I know that?

  When we used to vacation together, we always used to shower off the sand at the outdoor shower station at the bottom of our beach house pier.

  Nathan hated waiting for me, so he’d always try to get there first.

  Except, most of the time I used to join him in the shower at the same time—we had our clothes on, pervs!—and crank it up until it was too hot to handle.

  He’d hated it and allowed me to go first most of the time.

  I secretly used to flush the toilets just to get the hot water to make him scream.

  “Yes,” I said as I stared at him. His skin was beginning to redden thanks to the degree of the water. Mine was still milky white. “I’m good.”

  He rolled his eyes and started to soap up in the shower, his eyes on me while he did.

  I stole his shampoo and conditioner, then we switched.

  “This is a rather large shower for a duplex,” I found myself saying.

  We didn’t even touch inside of it. And if we added a second showerhead, this would actually be rather comfortable to take one at the same time.

  “The whole duplex is pretty fuckin’ sweet,” he admitted. “My townhouse in Longview was less posh than this.”

  “Did you just say posh?” I asked, unable to contain the smirk that lit up my face.

  He shrugged. “Maybe.”

  He started to work the shampoo into his hair, and I allowed my eyes to run down the length of his body.

  His cock was still half hard.

  I stared at it long enough that I decided to touch it.

  I poked
the very tip.

  “Did you feel that?” I questioned.

  He didn’t react.

  He cracked open one of his eyes as he stared at me.

  “You just poked my dick. The tip at that. One of the most sensitive parts on my entire body. Of course I felt it,” he mumbled.

  My lips turned up at the edges as I leaned over and did it again once he closed his eyes.

  My finger barely grazed over the ridge.

  “What about then?”

  “Yep,” he said.

  I tried it again, this time touching the spot where he was scarred.

  “Then?” I wondered.

  He sighed. “I can feel everything there, dumbass.”

  I pulled my arm back and slugged him in the stomach.

  “What about that?” I countered.

  He wheezed out a laugh, then blindly reached for me with shampoo still dripping down into his eyes and locked me against his chest.

  “Yes, you little bitch, I felt that,” he said as he pinned me against the wall.

  I gasped in surprise, loving the way he felt overpowering me, and stared up at him in surprise.

  Seconds later I was once again lifted up and he was inside of me.

  With each touch, his cock had gotten harder, until now, inside of me, he felt like he’d leave me stretched for days.

  I wiped the shampoo free of his eyes.

  When he finally opened them, they were on fire.

  He slowly started to move his hips, and it was at that point that I vowed, if Nathan was in the house, I’d never take another shower alone again in my life.

  ***

  “Let’s just go get you an overnight bag,” Nathan suggested as we walked out to his bike.

  I shivered at the cold, but Nathan had tossed me his sweatshirt to wear.

  I was pulling it over my head as he held out a helmet to me.

  I frowned.

  “This isn’t some helmet that’s been on every one of your chick’s heads, is it?” I asked, disgust starting to roll through me.

  “No,” he rolled his eyes. “I walked over to Sammy’s place and borrowed Hastings’ helmet.”

  I fitted it on my head. Hastings’ head was okay. Some random chick that’d been with Nathan? Hell no.

  Excitement started to bubble up inside of me at the thought of being pressed up against Nathan’s back for a while—I’d wanted nothing more than to ride on his bike with him since I was sixteen and he’d gotten it—but a thought occurred to me as I’d gotten the helmet situated.