16. Baby Mama Comes First

I point, fascinated by the large array of bath bubbles sitting on the corner ledge of the tub. Over time, I hope to investigate each scent with Whitney to find our favorite, because I'll gladly take over now, and help her relieve the daily stresses of her life.

"Any particular bubbles you'd prefer tonight?" I ask.

She leans over me, reaching for the lemony one from Paris, of course. I pour some in, and keep watch on her in the mirror as she gathers her silky hair up and into a clip.

While the water cascades from the faucet, I help her out of her clothes, carefully stripping her. As I remove each piece and place it on a nearby stool, I uncover more creamy skin. I kiss her shoulders, elbows, thighs, reacquainting myself with every inch of her body.

She steps into the tub, and I hold out a hand to guide her in. She's a goddess, sighing, closing her eyes, as she sinks down into the warm water, with her head resting against the back of the tub.

"This feels amazing," she murmurs. At the sound of my sweats coming off, her eyes fly open. "What are you doing?"

I join her in the tub, facing her with a contented smile, and my cock twitching. "It's big enough for two. Now, come here."

With a knowing grin, she repositions and moves between my legs, She leans her back against my chest intimately like we're long time lovers. Despite knowing each other for only a short time, it feels just as natural for us, as if the long time between our first meeting and now has been erased and forgotten.

My hands roam, caressing her beautiful body in the water, up her thighs and hips, landing on her tummy. "I wish I could have seen you and been with you during the pregnancy because I'll bet you were stunning carrying our baby here."

Her hands land on top of mine, and she sinks deeper into me. "I loved being pregnant. No complications, no morning sickness."

"Fuck. I love hearing that. Do you feel how hard you make me?" My cock's thick ridge knocks between us, and she moans, her thighs tightening together in the water. "I want to plant more seeds in you so deep, Trouble. Give Remy a brother or sister or a few siblings."

"So you're the sort of guy who wants his proverbial woman barefoot and pregnant and in the kitchen all the time?" She asks, taking the bath sponge and lifting a leg, seductively running it up and down and repeating with the other. My eyes track her every move.

"No, baby, I'm the guy who wants his woman to have it all with work and family, whatever she wants. I have money, so I'll hire cooks and housekeepers and nannies to help, whatever is needed, so that we don't become frazzled parents. You can pursue your career passions and we'll be partners in parenting and we can focus on what's important, like spending time together as a family."

"You sound like you've given this a lot of thought?" She chuckles, repeating with the sponge on both her arms, slowly up and down. Does she realize she's seducing me like that? "Glad you clued me into your plans."

"And now that I know Remy's my boy, my future has become pretty fucking clear. You. Me. Our baby. You call the shots, Whitney. When you're ready for more, I'm ready. With me, I'll make sure you'll have whatever you need to help you feel balanced and happy no matter what you decide to do with your career."

She draws a hand up to the back of my neck, pulling me down. My lips engage with her delicate skin just below the earlobe at her pulse point. "Mm. Where'd you come from, Tucker? What makes you be this man, playing such a tough sport on the ice, but so tender with me here in this tub?"

"I don't know. My past wasn't easy. My father came from money and claimed my mother trapped him. She had twins, my older brothers, Archer and Brooks. Then a few years later, I came along. But later my parents divorced. He wasn't around much, but his money was, and so were his warnings to never trust a woman," I explain it all, and her hands tighten on my thighs. "But don't worry. Dad was wrong. I trust you, and you need to trust that I'll do better than him. I'll put everything I have into being a better father for Remy than I had."

"Why play hockey then? If not for the money, is there anything else you could do?"

"Why? Are you worried about what Brad will say?"

She doesn't answer, but hooks her fingers with mine, tightening my arms around her. Yes, the whole Brad situation stresses her more than she lets on.

"Hockey suits me, the fast pace, being always on the move. It's not a dumb sport either. People don't realize how much coordination it takes to glide on thin blades over ice and not run into the other players, while tracking a small round rubber disk to boot."

"You must have eagle eyes," she teases.

"Yeah, something like that. Maybe that's why I could spot you across the Montana bar when you first walked in." I chuckle, breaking her hold. I caress her skin again, up to the fullness of her breasts, palming her nipples. Highly aroused by her tiny moans, I'll need inside of her soon.

"I think about that moment often, when our eyes first met," she says, her fingernails drawing patterns on my thighs.

"Me, too. Now that I've found you, baby, I don't think I can let you go."

"The thing is, these are all just words, Tucker. It's the action behind them that means more. I want to trust you."

"I've done nothing to make you feel you can't, and never will. But keep me in line. Smack me around a little if I ever step out of it if you have to. Because I never want to hurt you or the baby." My hands move down again to cover her stomach, right where I'd love to feel a baby bump one day.

"I never want to be hurt, either. That's what scares Brad the most."

"How so?" I stitch my eyebrows together. Just when we've found each other, I hope he won't pose a problem.

"Our dad was a famous basketball player. Michael Dawes."

"No shit?" I know of him. The Michael Dawes is a cautionary tale. He had an incredible career at one point, then lost it all.

"We lived well when I was younger. But drug addiction took hold of him. By the time I was a preteen, our mother had run off starting a new family, and Dad and I lived in rough places. Brad stepped in, being ten years older than me. Thankfully, the court awarded him my guardianship."

"I can see now why he set up his rule about hands off his sister. But you're an adult and he's a little overprotective of you, don't you think? You live here, under his rules, and became a lawyer to work in his practice. He even dictates who you can date."

"I haven't minded, mostly. He raised me and I shudder to think where I'd be if he hadn't stepped in. We lost track of Dad long ago, and we've tried to rebuild our relationship with Mom unsuccessfully, so Brad is the only family I have. I can't help but feel I owe him."

I balk at her insinuation: she only has Brad as family. Remy and I will always be hers, too. "But will you owe him your entire life? What happens when you have a husband? Will Brad ever let you go?" I ask.

She doesn't answer, falling quiet. I can't lose her like this when we've just begun.

"Whitney, since the night we met, something happened to me. You've been unforgettable." I kiss her shoulder, unable to hold back, needing to prove with my cock inside of her how well we fit, how incredible things could be between us.

But my baby mama comes first. She always will.