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Spin
Popping the button on my jeans free, my lips tip into a sinful smirk as I push her pants down. Without any hesitation, mine are shoved off next. I’m so fucking eager, ready to feel skin-on-skin contact and explore. I hope Naomi’s as impatient as I am—so far, she seems to be. We were together in the dark last night, but now I finally get to see all of her voluptuous perfection in the light, and it has my mouth watering with anticipation.
My plan to grab her a few things went a bit overboard because I got excited. In no way was I expecting her to jump my bones the moment she saw it all. I won’t be turning her away, though. This is one hell of a treat I’ll gladly take, so long as she offers. Glancing over her body, a low whistle escapes me. “So fine, doll. I could stare all day.” And that cute little belly of hers only makes me more turned on than ever. I want to fuck her, then fuck her again, and fill her with my cum.
Being the respectful individual I am, I ask, “Can I come inside you, Little Momma? I promise I’m clean.” We didn’t exactly work this shit out in the middle of the night, so I want her to know upfront. She never has to worry about me harming her in any way.
“Yes, I want you to fill me up.”
My eyes about bug out at her words—a man’s dream come true. “Christmas came early for me,” I mumble, my knees hitting the end of the bed. I have all kinds of crazy positions I want to stick her in, but I’m trying to take it easy on her body right now.
“Because you get warm, wet, and willing pussy?”
“Fuckin’ shit,” I curse, sweat dotting my brow. She has a way with words, that much is certain. “I meant in the form of you, but your pussy is a damn fine present as well.”
“Aww, you seriously say some of the sweetest things at random times.”
Shrugging, I offer her a grin and trail kisses up the inside of her leg. Pause to bite the flesh beside her knee and make her giggle, then continue my exploration. She has the type of body I could worship for hours. All curves and softness. I’m practically foaming at the mouth to see her titties bounce while I’m driving deep. My tongue finds her clit, making her moan loudly. My nuts tighten at the sinful sound, my cock throbbing. I could drive deep in one thrust, her cunt’s so wet. I don’t want to hurt her, but someday I’ll have her stretched out enough she will beg for me to slam home.
Her thighs begin to shake as I slide two of my fingers in and out of her entrance, spreading her wetness around so she’s ready for my cock. My tongue fondles her precious bundle of sensitive nerves, sucking and slurping until she’s yanking my hair and screaming my name. Her taste floods my mouth as I eagerly lick her juices, her flavor setting me into a deeper lustful frenzy for her.
Licking my lips, I wipe her wetness from my jaw as I scoot up until my thighs kiss the backs of her legs. Grabbing my length, I run it up and down her slit, loving how she thrashes, begging me to put it in. “Soon, sexy momma, soon.” Continuing to play, I roll my hips a bit until my tip barely presses to her hole, then out again. I repeat the move over and over until Naomi’s begging me to make her come again.
“Spin, put it inside. I want to feel you in me. Fill me up,” she demands, and I do as I’m told. With slow, careful strokes, I shove in to the hilt, careful to brace my weight off of her frame. She needs to lie back and enjoy herself while I make sure she has another orgasm. I want to be her man, and as her man, it’s my job to satisfy her always.
Reaching forward, I cup her jaw and ask, “Can I be your man, baby?” She’s so gorgeous like this, vulnerable and open for the taking.
“You want to be mine?”
Nodding, I push forward, then back. “More than anything. I want to be yours, and I want you to be mine. I won’t pressure you, and I promise to be good to you,” I whisper, leaning in to kiss her tenderly.
“Please don’t hurt me, Spin,” she says with a heavy breath.
“Never. You have my word. I’ll care for you and the baby. You don’t ever have to worry again,” I promise, making my way down her jaw to kiss her neck. “I’ll keep you safe.” I begin to suck, listening to her speak.
“You don’t think it’s too soon? It’s all happening so fast.”
“I know. It is for me too. That’s why we’re going to take it one day at a time. You good with being together but taking it slow between us? No expectations involved, just two people who enjoy each other’s company and want to be together.” I can’t believe I’m the one asking this and bombarding her with it all while we’re in the middle of having sex. I can’t hold back anymore, though. I need to know she wants the same thing I do before I get sucked in too deep. I’m already so far gone that she has me wanting to claim her on her second day here. I can only imagine how much more invested I’ll get if she doesn’t pump the brakes on me right now and tell me to back off. I don’t think I can be just fuck buddies with her. I’m invested and want her too badly—it’d crush me, attempting to shut my emotional side down. Or God forbid I wait it out, hoping she changes her mind, and end up strung along with a wrecked heart at the end of it all.
Her hands move to hold my cheeks, making me meet her intense stare. She leans up, pressing her mouth to mine, kissing me, and then muttering the sweet sound I want to hear, “I’m good with taking it slow between us, with being together. I feel lucky to have met you. Thank you for coming into my life, Spin.”
“I’m the lucky one.”
***
“What’s wrong?” I ask, taking in her pained expression the following day. It instantly has me on edge and ready to do whatever I can to take it away.
“It hurts.”
“What does, doll? Tell me whatever you can so I can try to help.”
“My stomach, the baby. Something’s wrong.” Tears cloud her gaze as I grab her jacket, stuffing her into it. She doesn’t strike me as the type to complain unless it’s truly serious. She’s been so strong and hardheaded thus far that witnessing the fear in her expression has my breath stuttering.
“Everything will be okay, Naomi. Don’t worry. We’ll go to the doctor, and they’ll fix whatever is going on.”
She catches my hands, making me pause. “W-what if they can’t?”
“I don’t accept that possibility, and neither should you. The kid is causing a bit of mischief, is all. We’ll get it sorted. Grab on to my neck.”
“Spin, I can walk!”
“Nope. Grab on,” I argue stubbornly, leaving no room for disagreement.
Her arms loop around my neck, tightening to hold on as I lift her and powerwalk through the club. “I need keys!” I shout as soon as I hit the doorway to the bar.
Twist and Sadie both leap from the table they are sitting at.
“Oh shit,” Twist mumbles, tossing a set of keys my way. I barely manage to catch them one-handed, not willing to release my hold on Naomi. “Take 2 Piece’s truck. He won’t mind. Let us know what’s up.”
I nod, and Sadie yells as we’re leaving through the main door, “Text if you need anything at all. I mean it!”
The door slams behind us as I hurriedly trek to the truck, attempting not to jostle Naomi too much, but also scared for her and wanting to haul ass at the same time. “You hanging in there? You haven’t made a peep since I picked you up.”
“Just concentrating on breathing and feeling the baby move. As long as there’s movement, there is hope.”
“Chin up, babe. There’s always hope. You just stay calm, and we’ll see the doc soon.”
She doesn’t respond, her mouth tipped down as she watches our path. Opening the passenger side truck door, I carefully set her inside, pausing long enough to buckle the belt. I know she’s more than capable of doing it herself, but she’s frightened, and I want to take care of her as long as she’ll allow me to. Jogging around the front of the truck, I hop in the driver’s side and crank the engine, forgoing my own belt. Once we get out the gate, with a quick honk at the prospect, I wrap the belt over my torso and buckle it, stepping on the gas.
Hauling ass, I ignore the speed limits, only concerned about getting to the hospital before it’s too late for whatever is going on in Naomi’s belly. The cops around here tend to leave this vehicle, as well as our others, alone. We do a lot to help them out on the down-low anytime they need it, and in return, they usually leave us in peace for the most part.
We make it to the hospital much quicker than the ambulance had on the last trip, and I’m silently thanking our lucky stars for time being on our side today. “I got you, Little Momma,” I grumble, hopping back out of the truck as soon as I pull it in a spot and slam the gear shift in park, barely remembering to turn the damn thing off before I bail.
Opening her door, she instantly snuggles into my arms, allowing me to carry her inside. I think she realizes I’m not having it any other way right now. The last thing she needs is any stress on this body at all.
“My woman’s in pain. She’s pregnant, and we need help right away,” I call as soon as we’re through the automatic doors.
“Please,” Naomi tacks on to the end for good measure.
The desk lady rushes behind a wall, and in a flash, two nurses quickly stride our way. One grabs a wheelchair, and the other stops beside us to ask basic questions. She peppers my woman with them, and Naomi answers each one, all the while I stand here looking like a fish out of water.
“Sir.” The other nurse interrupts my blank stare, calling my attention. “Sir,” she repeats. “Momma and baby are going to be fine. We’ll take care of her. Follow us back and we’ll put her in a room. Just stay with us, Dad.”
She thinks I’m the father? I bounce a swift glance in Naomi’s direction as the nurse wheels her down the hallway. She holds her hand out to me, and I grab it, wanting to comfort her. She doesn’t correct the nurse’s assumption, so I don’t either. Let them believe I’m the father. Whatever will ensure me access to my woman and finding out what’s going on. I just found her, and I’m damn sure not letting her go.
She’s helped onto the hospital bed, and not by me, much to my chagrin. They wrap a stretchy pink belt around her belly, which they promise me won’t hurt either of them, and in a flash, beeps and lines start up from a monitor next to the bed.
“See this?” One of them points. “Baby has a strong heartbeat.”
“So does Momma.” The other reassures, meeting my concerned stare for a beat. She moves to set up an IV in Naomi’s hand while continuing to ask her questions. I don’t know what any of them mean, talking about timing between pain, fluid leaking, and other stuff that only serves to freak me the fuck out. If only I’d known sooner I’d be helping have a baby, I’d have researched it online or something.
“The baby is coming?” I murmur, my thoughts going haywire. I need them to give me an hour to find some videos on what to expect.
The nurse who reassured me before—her name tag says Sarah—offers a soft expression. She knows it’s too early and this is bad news.
I’m freaking the fuck out.
“We’re going to check her further, as will the doctor. To be frank, I think she’s in premature labor. It’s okay, though. The doctor will make sure Naomi and the baby get some meds to slow things down. We want the baby to stay in her belly for as long as possible.” I feel like she’s having to dumb it down a bunch for me to understand what exactly is going on, but I appreciate it. I’d be lost if she talked to me in the same terms the other lady has been using with Naomi.
The only thing that matters to me right here, right now... is that Naomi and the baby make it through this just fine, and I can take my new family back home. I have so much more time I need to spend with them both. Panic builds in my chest at the thought of something harming either of them, and my vision grows spotty.
“Sir?” is shouted, but it sounds like I’m underwater. “Oh shit, grab him before he falls. He needs to lie down. The dads always pass out.”