The thought of Margo and him moving in that direction put a smile on his face. Their relationship was still brand new, like baby-fawn-trying-to-figure-out-how-to-walk new, but the connection they had was unmistakable; there was a universal pull tying them together that was undeniable and he sure as hell was not going to fight it.
“Sorry about my horn dog of a husband,” Lexi apologized. Parker could picture her bright red face right now. She was good at dishing it, but when it came to her private life, she was more guarded and less willing to talk, especially when it came to the bedroom.
“Can you blame me?” Jake asked, shouting in the background.
Cutting into the awkward conversational three-way they were having, Parker said, “Well, I’m going to get going anyway, Lex. I have to take a shower and make sure everything is in place for tonight.”
“Alright. We get home late tomorrow night. Will you be home?”
“Uh, I’ll probably be at Margo’s apartment.”
“Eeeep!!” Lexi squealed once again.
“And I’m going, talk to you later, Lexi.” As Parker was hanging up, he heard her yell out to call her when he was done with his date, but in Parker’s mind that was a fat chance in hell. If there was a sure-fire way to ruin things with Margo, it would be by getting Lexi involved. She would be too pushy and put her matchmaker hat on, which they didn’t need. Nope, Parker planned on pursuing Margo all by himself.
**Jane**
Albert dropped Jane off at the ballpark after they’d had breakfast and picked out the two best candidates to help out at JB Events. Jane was thinking about hiring them temporarily to see how they worked out and then, if business continued to do well and they were hard workers, Jane would hire them full time and take a step away from the business, promoting Patty to take care of the day-to-day, so Jane could spend more time with her little one, once she came along.
The crack of the bat echoed through the cinderblock walls as Jane walked toward the batting cages that were close to the home team’s dugout. They were Brady’s favorite cages in the stadium, for some reason; he said they always brought him luck. Jane never really got the whole superstition thing baseball players lived by, but she just went along for the ride because she thought it was kind of cute to see what Brady would do just to have a little luck on his side.
Turning the corner to head down the tunnel that led to the field and the cages, Jane ran smack into what felt like a brick wall; if it wasn’t for the steady hands that held her up, she would have fallen right on her ass.
“Jane? God, I’m sorry. I didn’t see you there. Are you alright?”
Jane looked up into a friendly pair of deep brown eyes. “Michael!” Jane threw her arms around her friend from college and hugged the hell out of him. “I haven’t seen you in a while. Where have you been?”
“Took a nice vacation after the season, went to Cabo, got drunk, impregnated some women and slept a lot.”
Jane playfully slapped Michael. “You did not get anyone pregnant.”
“No, but wouldn’t that be a story?”
“Only you would be excited about something like that.”
Michael laughed. “Hey, it would put a little drama in the mundane life I’ve been living lately. Honestly, I thought going on vacation was going to spice things up a bit, but all it got me was a couple of nights of subpar sex and a hell of a lot of hangovers.”
Jane felt bad for Michael. He’d been searching for someone to spend time with ever since his bitch of a wife, Kelly, cheated on him. There was a short period of time where Michael actually had a thing for Jane, but that was forgotten and now they were back to being friends, like they were in college.
“That sounds like a good vacation to me, except for the subpar sex.”
“Yeah, all the girls had fake tits or Botox lips, so it was less than exciting for me. I like boobs and lips all juicy like, you know?” Michael made gestures with hands in front of his chest, making Jane cringe.
“Well, this has been a nice chat, but I’m going to go find my husband now.”
Michael laughed as he held out his arm to her. “I’ll walk you to him. Don’t need you falling over in those heels.” Michael examined her belly and said, “How’s the baby?”
“Great, actually…” Jane paused and grabbed Michael’s hand and placed it right below her right ribcage. “You feel that?”
It took a second, but the baby kicked against Jane’s stomach, making Michael look up at Jane in surprise.
“Holy shit! Is that her kicking?”
Jane smiled and nodded her head. “Yes, it is. She’s been having a field day with my ribs and bladder today. She’s already a troublemaker and she isn’t even fully grown yet.”
“Sounds like her father,” Michael winked.
“I hope so.”
They walked up to the cages where Marc was throwing to Brady behind a screen. Brady was wearing his typical workout gear, a pair of mesh shorts that hung low off his hips and a Braves shirt with the sleeves cut off. Jane watched his muscles ripple as he gripped his bat and swung it back and forth, getting ready for the next pitch.
“Hey, handsome,” Jane called out.
Brady turned his head and smiled brightly at Jane.
“Hey sweet…son of a bitch!” Brady called out as he clenched his back. Marc was laughing at the other end of the cage as Brady dropped his bat and charged after Marc, who’d just pegged him in the back with the ball.
“Not in front of the lady,” Marc danced around the cage, avoiding Brady’s lunges.
“She’s seen worse, dickhead.”
Trying to protect himself, Marc sprinted toward Jane, ducked under the netting and positioned himself behind her.
“Careful now, I have your wife and baby in my hands.”
Brady walked to where she, Marc, and Michael were standing with the swagger of a damn sex god and, just like that, Jane was ready for Brady to take her in the locker room.
“Remove yourself…” Brady demanded.
“Brady…”
Brady met Jane’s eyes and said, “What’s up, babe?”
“Can I talk to you in private?”
All the fun that was present in Brady’s face instantly vanished as he came toward Jane, worry replacing any sort of enjoyment he’d been experiencing.
“Of course.” Brady escorted her to the video room that wasn’t very far from the cages. Brady closed the door, locked it, and was at Jane’s side in seconds. “Jane, is everything okay?” Brady felt Jane’s belly and searched her eyes.
Smiling, she wrapped her arms around Brady’s neck, even though he was a bit sweaty, and pulled him in closer. She couldn’t get enough of her man, her husband.
“Everything is fantastic, handsome.”
“Okay, then why are we talking in private? You have my heart racing a mile a minute, babe.”
“I’m going to have your dick growing a mile a minute in two seconds.” Jane moved her hands down to Brady’s shorts and started stroking him through his clothes, making him moan.
Even though he was clearly enjoying what Jane was doing with her hand, he still asked, “Babe, seriously, is everything okay?”
“Everything is fantastic. I just wanted you alone because seeing you in the cage, with your muscles on display, I just had to have you.”
Realization spread across Brady’s face as he smirked down at her. “My muscles, eh? Well, I will remember that when I’m in the weight room. My lady likes her man beefy.”
“No, not beefy, toned,” she corrected.
“That comment makes me think you don’t see me as a beefcake.”
“No, you’re more of a vegetarian patty,” Jane joked, knowing what she was saying was far from the truth. Brady was a beefcake alright, and she couldn’t help but revel in his beefiness.
“Well, I guess this vegetarian patty is going to have to prove you wrong.”
Brady lifted Jane’s dress and pulled down her panties with ease, not even giving his actions
a second thought.
“Tell me how you want it, pip-squeak. Quick and dirty or long and dragged out?”
“Fuck me quick and dirty, Brady.”
Brady growled in her ear, pulled his shorts and boxers down in one swift movement and was sitting in a chair before Jane could even blink. He held out his hand as his cock jutted out in excitement. She would never get tired of the sight of him, completely aroused for her and only her.
“Come here.”
Jane obliged and straddled Brady’s legs, she was about to sit down when he turned her around and made her sit down on top of him with her back against his chest. He eased himself into her already-wet center and groaned as she fully opened herself to him.
“So damn good.”
Jane agreed, even though she was a little sore. It was a side-effect of being five months pregnant, sore lady parts.
“You doing okay?” Brady asked, as he worked his hands under her cotton dress and across her bra-covered breasts.
“I thought this was supposed to be quick and dirty. What’s with all the talking?”
“Can’t blame a guy for making sure his girl is doing okay, but now that I know you’re good, I want you to angle your chest forward and hook your feet around my legs.”
“I’m going to fall forward, especially with this belly weighing me down.”
“No, you’re not, trust me, babe. Lean forward and hook your legs.”
Jane did as she was told and felt Brady grip her hips just enough so she could lean forward freely, letting her belly hang between his legs. The position she was in and the way Brady’s cock was aroused against her sensitive flesh had her senses on high alert, as pressure had already started to form at the base of their connection.
“Hold still. I’m going to fuck you hard until you scream my name.”
Feeling like she was going to combust, she went into rag doll mode and let Brady do all the work. Without even breaking a sweat, Brady lifted Jane’s body with his hips as he started pumping into her like a madman. The way he’d angled her, leaning forward, his cock rubbed right against her sensitive area with every single thrust and he was relentless with his movement, completely igniting her body.
Her body started to tingle and the pressure that was building up almost became too much. She was already swollen, but after Brady’s masterful moves, she thought her clit was going to pop right off.
“Holy shit…” Jane breathed out, as Brady started to move even more frantically. She gripped his knees and added her own pelvic movements, which only increased their pleasure.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” Brady announced, right before his body stiffened and plunged everything into her.
At the same time, Jane felt her inner walls convulse around Brady’s cock as they both exploded in their own orgasms. Jane screamed Brady’s name like he said she would and Brady mumbled something incoherent as his finals thrusts met hers.
When they were both sedated from some intense chair sex, Jane leaned her body back into Brady’s chest as he wrapped his arms around her, filling her with warmth.
“I don’t call them my lucky cages for nothing.” Jane felt Brady smirk against her cheek as he kissed her.
“You better not be getting lucky with anyone else.”
“I can’t say I haven’t had offers. Marc tries almost every single time we’re together. He just doesn’t seem to understand that I’m married to you.”
“Poor guy. He could be your celebrity fuck; I’d allow that.”
“You’re giving me Marc Sullivan as my celebrity fuck? How is that even fair?”
“Hey, he’s a good looking man.”
“Man being the key word there.”
“You could do a lot worse and you know it.”
“True.” Brady kissed Jane’s neck and said, “You ready to go home, maybe have a repeat performance?”
“If you have more mind-numbing moves like that, then hell yes.”
“Oh, I’ve only just begun. I’ve become very creative and started writing down positions I want to try out on you. Note to self, The Titanic works well.”
“The Titanic?” Jane asked quizzically.
“Yeah, you know…” Brady held out her arms with his and balanced her on his lap as he said, “I’m flying, I’m flying, Jack.”
Jane threw her head back and laughed as she envisioned the famous scene from the movie, Titanic and paired it with what they’d just done in the Braves’ video room.
“Oh, my God, you have way too much time on your hands.”
“Clever, huh?” Brady asked, while tickling Jane’s sides.
Clever indeed.
**Lucy**
Lucy watched Molly walk out to her car and waited for Connor to shut the door to let loose on him. The doorbell had woken her up, but she didn’t bother getting out of bed until she heard a female voice. She didn’t know who it was, but was curious to find out, so when she found Molly standing in the foyer with Connor, she almost popped an artery.
Connor shut the door and spun around so fast, Lucy wasn’t prepared for him to sweep her up into his arms and take her upstairs.
“What are you doing?” She squirmed in his arms, trying to get loose.
“Are you trying to kill yourself? Hold still,” Connor demanded, as he walked up the rest of the stairs.
He took her to the bed and set her down, then went back and shut the door. Lucy crossed her arms over her chest, seething and ready to get in a fight, but Connor obviously had other plans. He took his shirt off and walked toward her. He leaned down, grabbed the hem of her shirt and tried to take it off, but she stopped him.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing? Do you really think sex is going to change…?”
“Luke was inches away from blasting his brains out a couple of hours ago, Luce, I need this. Please.”
Lucy’s heart stopped as she saw the tears pooling in Connor’s eyes and the worry lines that creased his face. She hated Molly and wished the girl would get what was coming to her for being such a massive bitch and manipulator, but Luke…Luke had been through hell and he didn’t deserve everything he was going through, and Connor sure as hell didn’t deserve to be put through the wringer as well.
Connor never really talked about Luke to Lucy and she didn’t know if it was because it was too hard on him or if it was because Connor knew Luke’s association to Molly was too much for Lucy to handle. The thought of Luke and Molly actually working through the pile of human feces that was stacked up against them and prevailing worried Lucy, because that meant she would have to spend a lot of time with her least favorite person, especially at family functions.
Pulling herself out of her thoughts, she rubbed Connor’s face softly with her hand and said, “I’m so sorry. I just don’t like her…”
“I know, love. I know, but please, just give me this; help me forget.”
Lucy nodded, because she knew if she was in Connor’s position, she would want to forget as well. She knew Connor wouldn’t purposefully have Molly over unless it was a real reason and Luke almost killing himself was a real reason.
She lifted her arms above her head, so Connor could pull off her shirt. Once it was off, Connor knelt between her spread knees and lowered his mouth to her belly. He placed a gentle kiss on her small protruding stomach and then looked up at her, love screaming from his features. His hands moved up her sides until they cupped her bare breasts.
“Love, I know I’m an ass man, but your tits are fucking boner-popping worthy right now.”
Lucy laughed to herself as Connor marveled in their new weight. Since she found out she was pregnant, there were two things that had grown on her body, her stomach and her tits…everything else was pretty much the same size.
The way Connor was massaging her breasts and the heightened sensitivity of her nipples had her throwing her head back and moaning like a damn animal in heat.
“Fuck…that’s so hot, love.”
“They are so sensitive.”
/> Connor’s hands stilled as he looked at her, “Am I hurting you?”
“No, you’re hurting me by stopping what you’re doing. Please, keep touching me.”
Connor smiled and dropped his hands down to her sweats while grinning. It was hard not to get lost in his bright blue eyes and sexy smile. There was no one else who could make her feel the way he made her feel, completely cherished.
Once her pants were off, he slid his hands back up her legs and spread her legs wide apart. His eyes lit up when he saw how aroused she was. She couldn’t help it, one touch from Connor and she was ready to go, she was putty in his hands. The man was a walking aphrodisiac.
“I need to eat you out, love. I need to taste you.”
Hell, who was she to stop the man from doing what he wanted? So, she spread her legs even further, giving him full access. He shook his head and smiled.
“This isn’t good enough. I want you propped up.” Connor went to the closet, pulled out some extra pillows and brought them over to the bed. He had her lean back on the mattress with her legs dangling off the end of the bed. Lifting her gently, he placed four pillows under her back and butt to prop her up, so all he had to do was drop his head slightly and have a feast. “Now, spread your legs, love.”
Lucy did as she was told and felt a cold breeze hit her arousal from being so exposed. She could only imagine what she looked like, but Connor seemed pleased because he was licking his lips, and the look in his eyes was ravenous.
Without even taking a second to think, Connor lowered his head and started making out with her pussy…literally. He kissed, licked, sucked, pulled and even nipped along her sensitive nub, making Lucy’s body take off from zero to sixty in two seconds. Her hands crept up to Connor’s head to run her fingers through his hair, encouraging him to keep doing the fan-fucking-tastic job he was doing.