I whimper. The vibrator is still buzzing between my legs. I’m marmalade. Spreadable and lickable. Does he know how bad I want him? He must.
"Baby, I didn't know how horny you were,” he says, spreading my knees, taking in a full view of my pink, wet cunt.
“I thought you were still at work. I saw you a minute ago on a horse."
"I was, but every time I turned around, I swear you were salivating on the porch."
"How could you see me in the distance?"
"How could I not see you? You're nine months pregnant, Liv. Your tits are fucking huge. You're gorgeous. You're glowing. There's like a spotlight on our house every time you step outside. How could I not look? I was literally unable to stay away."
I grin. My pussy is on fire. I'm pulsing. I'm wet and juicy and he knows it.
"Come on here, Princess. Let me help." He takes the vibrator from my hands and clicks it off. On his knees, he draws me to the edge of the bed and he spreads my knees apart wider, wider still. "Let me get you there."
I grin. "Thank you, cowboy."
"Lean back,” he says. "Relax, let me get the mother of my children where she needs to go, right where she belongs."
I sigh, letting him make me come all over his mouth. He licks me up and down. My pussy is his for the taking. His tongue enters me nice and slow, flicking me ever so gently, and then his fingers glide inside me, flicking my clit, touching my G-spot, making me his.
"Oh God," I moan. "Oh fuck." I whimper. My fingers grip the bedsheets. I ride against the mattress. I come hard. That squirting sensation I realized I was capable of the first day we had sex, oh yeah, it's something I do on the regular. I moan as he makes me his. Jelly and juice, all for him.
When I finish, he runs his hands all over my naked body, drawing my juice across my bare chest. He kisses me on the lips, hard.
"Fuck, you’re sexy," he says.
"Oh my God," I say. "How is it possible to have fallen in love with a man like you so hard, so fast?"
"Regrets?" he asks with a smile.
"None," I say. "I just feel like I won the cowboy lottery or something."
He grins. "I think I better clean up before I fuck you. I'm filthy dirty."
I laugh. "I am too."
He chuckles. "Come on, Princess."
He takes my hands and helps me stand. As I do, though, I feel a gush. "Oh my God," I say, looking down at the carpeted floor. "I think..."
His eyes widen. "Liv," he says, "I think your water just broke."
I nod. "You're right," I say.
He laughs. "Good thing the bags are packed, because honey, it's go time."
A few days later, we're in our SUV, driving back to Starborn Ranch. This time, though, we have two car seats in the back of our car: two baby boys, all buckled up. I'm a nervous wreck. I keep gasping every time Ledger accelerates over 15 miles an hour.
"Livingston, you're going to have to let me drive."
"I know, but I'm just–"
"I know you're scared."
"I don't want anything to happen to them."
"Nothing's going to happen to them. They're buckled up in their car seats in an SUV. We're on a private road on private property." Ledger grips my knee. "Honey, they're in good care. I'm their dad."
"I know," I say, exhaling. I reach for my to-go cup of coffee. We stopped and got lattes and donuts before driving back home to the ranch. We're a while from any town, and so we decided to get treats on the way home.
I savor the latte, knowing I'm going to need it. We stayed at the hospital for three days and three nights. And honestly, I wouldn't have minded staying a little bit longer, having the round-the-clock care of the nurses was incredible. But now reality is setting in; we're coming home.
"You going to be okay, Mama?" he asks.
I nod. "You're trading Princess for Mama, huh?"
He shrugs. "What do you think? You like the sound of it?"
Tears fill my eyes. I've been a weeping mess since the babies were born, and honestly for nine months before. Really, ever since I found out I was going to be a mother, I've been kind of on the verge of crying because this is all a dream come true. "I love the sound of Mama, especially from you."
"Just wait until you hear it from the boys." He looks in the rear-view mirror at our sons.