Jock: A Secret Baby Sports Romance(127)

By: Aubrey Irons



Slowly, standing still, I use the swing again. With her lying back like that in the sling, I push on her thighs, causing her to slide almost all the way off my cock before I pull her back hard. She moans wildly as my thickness fills her all over again, her hands clawing at the loops above her head.

“Oh, fuck, I’m going to love this thing,” she moans, her head tossed back.

I use the swing to pull her off and onto my cock again and again, rocking my hips to meet hers on every thrust. My hand drops to where we meet, my fingers lazily circling her clit as her moans drop like sweet honey from her lips.

I can feel my muscles bunching as I roll my hips against her, my hands gripping her hips and my fingers sliding deliciously over her soft skin. I bring another hand to her belly, lightly tracing a palm over the bulge there as I feel her body undulate against mine.

I want to do this all night to her. I want to make her feel like the queen of my fucking world she is until we have to get up and put presents out for the kids.

But I also know I’m not going to last much longer. Not with how fucking beautiful she looks with her hair framing her face, her head tossed back like that, and her lips parted in ecstasy.

I pull up on the swing, shifting her so she’s more into a sitting position in front of me. Ivy yanks her hands out of the loops and throws her arms around my neck, kissing me wildly as we come together again and again. We’re lost in the heat of our two bodies and the sounds of only our gasping breaths and the wind howling outside.

This is perfect and this is everything.

We come together like that, her fingers digging into my skin and clutching me close as she comes. Her moans in my ear, as always, push me over the edge, and I hold her fiercely as my cock lurches inside of her. I bring my lips to hers, kissing her with everything I have as I empty every drop inside of her, feeling her whole body pulsing and shuddering against mine.

“Still mad at me for driving home?”

She grins as she pulls away from me. “Yes, but not as much now,” she says, sticking her tongue out at me.

I brush my lips against hers. “If I did what we just did, say, twice more tonight, would that make up for it entirely?”

Her eyes spark with something hungry and fierce as she rakes her teeth across her lips.

“I think it’d be a very good start.”

I’m still hard, inside her. I’m still staring at this woman I love more than anything in this world - my wife, my soulmate, the mother of my children.

And I can’t think of anything else I’d rather be doing than going for round two.

Right now.



* * *

We’re basket-cases the next morning, catching maybe two hours of sleep before we’re up putting the presents out for Emma and Nora. Then we catch another 10 minutes before the little munchkins are up and screaming about Santa.

Back downstairs we watch with grins on our faces as Emma freaks out about the new tricycle we got her. Nora mostly amuses herself with wrapping paper.

Ivy turns and eyes the coffee in my hand with a pout – my second of the day, but she’s already had her allotted twelve ounces, what with being pregnant.

“I swear I’m drinking a gallon of coffee the second Lucas is born,” she mutters. I chuckle as I put an arm around her and bring her close as we step into the living room to help Emma get on the bike.

If you’d asked me years ago where I saw myself today, I’d have laughed. I’d have said lost, or broken, or in jail.

Or dead.

But I’m living the dream I never thought I could even have.

Because somehow, here I am. I’ve got the girl of my dreams on my arm, our family growing around us, and I’m here, home in Shelter Harbor.

And I’ll fight with everything I have to keep that.



The End

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