Diabetes sucked.
“We’ll see what your daddy wants to do,” I offered.
I didn’t want to say yes and Bennett be too tired.
Last night had been a long one for him, and then he’d had to go to work this morning, followed by the banquet directly after work.
So I was fairly sure ice cream would be off the table.
Then again, Bennett was a sucker for his two girls.
I was tired, too.
But not for the same reason that Bennett was tired.
I hadn’t worked in a little over two weeks because I’d been on maternity leave.
Tomorrow night would be the big day for me and our newest addition.
“I’ll get her strapped in,” Reagan told me as we got to the garage where my SUV was parked.
An SUV that Bennett had bought when we’d found out I was pregnant with Way.
“Thanks, baby,” I told her, walking to the driver’s side and hefting myself in.
After getting Way strapped in, Reagan got in the front seat and buckled herself in, signaling her readiness to go.
As we drove, I realized just how lucky I was to be where I was today.
Three years ago almost to the date, I’d woken from a coma that resulted from Corrinne shooting me in the belly.
I’d been informed by the doctor, upon waking, that I would likely never carry a child to full term due to the fact that the bullet hole had torn my uterus upon entry into my belly.
We’d proved them wrong, though, much to Bennett’s absolute terror.
I’d gone full term with Way, and then had done it once again with this baby that we’d yet to name.
Mostly because the baby never cooperated with the ultrasound tech each time we’d tried to determine the sex.
“Mom, you just passed a cop going sixty,” Reagan said worriedly.
I looked down at my speed and winced.
“Oops,” I muttered, wincing once again when we I saw him flip his lights on and turn around. “Dammit to hell.”
Fifteen minutes late, and a three hundred dollar speeding ticket later, the three of us were hurrying inside.
Bennett, who was dressed to perfection in his dress blues, stood at the entrance with his arms crossed, and a stern look on his face.
“How many times do I have to tell you not to speed right there?” He asked grouchily.
I stuck my tongue out at him. “Apparently, you didn’t do it enough, because I got a speeding ticket by that rookie, Maus.”
He snorted. “That’s his job.”
“Fuck his job,” I snapped, handing his child to him and wrapping my hand around the railing, and painfully climbed the steps.
“It was stupid. She was only going five over,” Reagan said to her father, trying to defend me.
“Yeah, but she’s gotten a ticket there before,” Bennett shot back.
I rolled my eyes.
What would possess a cop to sit there, behind the trees, at the bottom of a hill?
It was inevitable that I was going to speed!
Wasn’t that entrapment or something?
“What are you doing out here, anyway?” I asked crossly. “This whole event is about you and the rest of the SWAT team. You should be inside.”
“I would be inside, had my wife not been late,” he growled, shifting Way to his other hip so he could open the door.
I went in, tossing him a glare over my shoulder, and stomped as well as I could stomp at forty weeks pregnant in high heels.
“You shouldn’t be wearing those,” he growled from behind me.
I tossed him the bird over my shoulder, causing him to laugh.
“Bite me,” I snarled.
***
Three hours later
“Did you check your blood sugar?” Bennett called from the bathroom.
“Yeah,” I said.
I checked it every night. And every afternoon. And every morning. And every time I was supposed to.
Geez!
“My feet are killing me,” I groaned, easing down onto the bed, and hugging a pillow.
I was in an improvised downward dog, with my knees up underneath me, on either side of my big belly, with the pillow holding my chest up high enough to allow my belly room.
I felt the bed dip behind me, and Bennett found the small of my back with his impressive hands.
“Ohhh,” I moaned when he started to massage me. “That feels like heaven.”
“What was that you were saying earlier about your shoes?” he asked, moving his hands in a miraculous way.
“Maybe you were right,” I admitted on a groan. “Lower.”
He moved lower, hitting the spot right above my tail bone. “Harder.”
Jesus, the man knew how to make me beg.
Then, suddenly, it wasn’t a massage anymore.
Mostly because I felt the bare length of Bennett’s erection press into the cleft of my ass, and I was a goner.
“God,” I said, pressing back into him.
His impressive fingers moved from my back, down lower to the apex of my thighs, where he moved his whole hand over the length of my core.
I could feel my panties getting wet with each pass of his hand.
“Bennett,” I panted.
“Yeah, baby?” He asked, moving his hand to the band of my panties, and slowly working it down over my ass.
They caught at the bend of my knees, but that was all he needed as his fingers found my entrance, and slipped inside.
“Fuck,” I breathed, that feels good.
He worked his fingers in and out of me, the wet sound of him moving in and out of me filling the still room air around us.
“You ready for me, Nox?” He rasped.
I moaned into my pillow in answer, and I felt the bed dip behind me, and then the wide head of his cock line up at my entrance and slowly ease inside.
“So tight and hot,” he moaned as he filled me, stopping only when he met the end of me.
I pushed back, urging him to go fast.
This pregnancy had turned me into a nympho.
All it took was a suggestive look on Bennett’s part, and I was ready to ride him like a crazed cowgirl.
I came even faster, much to Bennett’s amusement.
And right then was no different.
“Please,” I said, pushing back into him. “Please.”
He gave me what I wanted, but only barely.
He didn’t go all out anymore. Not this close to the end of the pregnancy. Then again not at the beginning or middle, either.
I couldn’t wait to have the roughness back after this baby was born, but the sweet Bennett was just as good as the rough one.
His hips eased into mine, filling me so completely that I didn’t even realize I was about to come until it was taking me over.
My channel pulsed around his cock, and I felt him go over the edge right along with me.
Hot pulses of his come splashing against my cervix, causing my eyes to cross in pleasure.
Long moments later, I came back to myself as Bennett ran his big hands up and down my back.
“I’m gonna miss this,” he said after a while.
I groaned when he pulled out of me, and then lifted my panties up to catch his release as it started to leak out of me.
“You coming so fast, and me not having to hold onto it for you to come, too. I’m lazy by nature,” he teased.
I snorted and got up, walking to the bathroom.
“You’re the most non-lazy person I’ve ever known,” I told him.
After cleaning myself up and fetching new panties, I walked back into our bedroom and rolled into bed.
My belly met Bennett’s side, and his hand immediately found my big belly where our child was now awake doing summersaults, as per his or her usual.
It never failed, the moment I was ready for bed that was when this child woke up.
Every single time.
The baby did a particularly forceful kick, right in the hand that Bennett had resting on my belly.
“I’m gonna miss this, too,” he admitted softly, pressing his bearded cheek into my neck and running his nose the length of it.
I didn’t answer, allowing my eyes to close, as I finally succumbed to sleep.
“I fucking love you, Nox,” I swear I heard whispered in my dreams.