29. Evie

Chapter 29

Evie

The tiniest cries filtered through the video monitor on the nightstand, rousing me from sleep. Rolling over in bed—not an easy feat with a basketball-sized belly in the way—I extended an arm over the edge to grab it.

A hand on my shoulder stopped me. "I've got her. Go back to sleep."

Hope had been home with us for two weeks, and Jenner hadn't let me get up in the middle of the night to feed her once when he wasn't traveling. We'd caught a lucky break in the schedule, and he'd only been gone overnight twice, but I had managed on my own those couple of times just fine.

Sure, it sucked having your sleep suddenly interrupted by a newborn, having to trudge down to the kitchen to heat a bottle before changing their diaper, and trying to stay awake long enough to feed them and put them back to bed. But those moments when it was just us? Just me and Hope in the quiet of the night? They were special, even if I was exhausted out of my mind. I wanted to cherish this time when she was our sole focus before her brothers arrived and chaos ensued.

"Babe," I protested. "You had a game tonight. I can get up."

"Nope." Jenner's voice brooked no argument. "Doctor's orders, remember?"

Thankfully, it was dark, and he couldn't see my eye roll as he crawled out of bed and slipped out of the room.

My OB wanted us to be cautious, but all our monitoring had been perfect so far, and this week, I'd hit twenty-four weeks. Sure, it wouldn't be ideal if the twins decided to arrive this early, but at least we'd reached the point where the medical team would do everything they could to ensure our boys had the best chance at survival. With each passing week, the odds grew greater.

I could only pray they inherited some of my stubbornness and all of Jenner's tenacity, staying put for as long as possible and coming out fighting.

It didn't matter that I wasn't the one getting up with Hope tonight; now, I was wide awake. Shifting on the mattress, I tried to find a comfortable spot. It wasn't only my belly in the way these days, but this stupid pregnancy pillow Jenner insisted I needed. I'd protested that it was too big, taking up nearly half of our king-sized bed, but he wouldn't take no for an answer, listing out all its benefits—reduced heartburn and water retention, improved blood circulation, less stress on my spine.

Grudgingly, I could admit it did reduce some of the aches and pains associated with my rapidly expanding belly, but right now, I wanted to chuck it from the second-story window.

It also didn't help that my t-shirt grazing over my nipples was turning me on, the pulsing between my thighs growing more insistent by the minute. I was never going to fall back to sleep with that situation going on down there.

I let out a frustrated groan. Jenner and I hadn't been intimate once since discovering I was pregnant, but I was so horny most days I couldn't see straight. Not that I'd confided in him about that little tidbit. With him not making a single attempt at initiating sex in almost two months, I wasn't about to force him to help me take the edge off. Clearly, my changing body wasn't appealing to him.

Checking the time on my phone, I estimated I had at least twenty minutes before he was done feeding Hope and returned to bed. That was more than enough time to scratch the itch in private.

Deciding I needed to make this quick, I grabbed a vibrator from my nightstand. I owned a few different types, but you could never go wrong with one that had dual ends—one with a clit-sucker, the other with a G-spot stimulator. That thing could get me off in five minutes flat.

Clothing was already becoming a struggle for me, and with a newborn to care for, there hadn't been time to shop. Panties were the first thing I'd outgrown, so I was currently bare beneath the oversized shirt I wore to bed.

Finding myself already soaking wet, I had no trouble sliding part of the toy inside me before pressing the buttons that brought it to life.

A sigh slipped past my lips as the vibrations and sucking action worked in tandem. This was exactly what I needed. My hips bucked, chasing my pleasure as I coiled tighter and tighter.

Just like that.

A little more.

Almost there.

"False alarm." Jenner's words had my eyes popping open, and I couldn't stop the gasp that tore up my throat.

Concern filled his voice as I heard him step closer. "What's wrong?"

Frantically, I tried to hit the buttons to turn off the vibrator, but it wasn't quick enough.

"What's that sound?"

"N-nothing." I cursed myself for stumbling over the word that came out breathy.

My eyes had adjusted to the darkness of the room enough that I could see when Jenner crossed both arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow. "Didn't sound like nothing."

Now, I was stuck. Because my hand was still between my legs, and Jenner's eyes were scanning me critically. If I made even the tiniest move, he'd track it, and my little solo sexy playtime would be discovered.

"Don't think I won't stand here all night, Evie."

Stubborn man.

Releasing my grasp on the toy, I brought both hands out from beneath the covers, huffing, "Fine. I needed a little relief."

Jenner cocked his head. "Relief? What kind of relief?"

I widened my eyes before tilting my head to indicate where my thighs rested open, hoping he got my meaning.

Understanding dawned as he tracked my gaze, and his defensive posture loosened. "Oh!"

"Yeah." I cringed. "I thought you'd be gone longer."

"You thought . . ." Jenner's words trailed off. "Do you do this often?"

Annoyance simmered beneath my skin, and I snapped. "Don't you dare make me feel bad about this. Not when you've been keeping your distance."

"This is my fault?" He placed a hand over his chest.

"Listen, buddy. I'm hopped-up on pregnancy hormones, and they're making me horny. All. The. Time. And it's not like you've stepped up to do the job, so I've had to take care of it myself."

"All the time." Jenner repeated my words in a dazed voice. "Like, when I'm in the house?"

The man had caught me masturbating while he'd left the room to feed our daughter. Did he really need me to spell it out for him?

"Let's just say the detachable showerhead has gotten quite the workout lately," I muttered.

Jenner cleared his throat. "Um. I don't know—"

I cut him off. "I get it. You don't need to say anything."

"Oh, yeah? What is it exactly that you get, Evie?"

Shoving the blankets lower, I gestured to my belly. "It's a little hard to ignore our sex life died when I got pregnant. The only thing I can't settle on is if it's my body that repulses you, or if it's the idea of them being between us that freaks you out."

His eyebrows shot high on his forehead. "You think I'm repulsed by you?"

Tired and cranky that I didn't get the release I'd so desperately needed tonight, I let out a weary sigh. "What else am I supposed to believe?"

"Let's get one thing straight: I've never been more turned on by your body than I am right now. You're fucking gorgeous growing our babies, just like I always knew you would be. Total honesty, you aren't the only one getting off alone in the shower."

"Then what's the holdup?" I demanded. I needed to know why we weren't fucking like rabbits every chance we got.

Dragging a hand down his face, Jenner replied, "I don't want to hurt you. Hurt them." He eyed my swollen stomach.

I scoffed, finally reaching down to remove the toy and bring it into view. "Trust me, if orgasms were gonna hurt anyone, they would have done so long before now. I'm getting myself off multiple times a day at this point."

"And you've had bleeding."

"Months ago," I countered. "And it's not just the vibrator and the showerhead. I've been fucking myself with the replica dildo I got at my bachelorette party." Natasha was to blame for that one, but Jenner had been a good sport and had allowed a cast to be made of his dick when we were young and stupidly in love.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Evie."

He was right there; I just needed to throw him over the edge.

Narrowing my eyes, I threw down a challenge that I hoped would do the trick. "So, what's it gonna be? You gonna take what's yours? Or let a piece of silicone take your place?"

Chest expanding on a deep breath, he said, "Okay."

"Okay? Okay, what? You didn't pick an option."

Instead of answering, Jenner hooked both thumbs into the waistband of his boxer briefs and dragged them down his muscular thighs, revealing how turned on he was by my changing body.

All business, he asked, "How do you want to do this?" I was already scrambling to my knees on the mattress when he added, "There's only a few options. I don't want you on your back."

Scoffing without a second thought, I muttered, "Okay, Dad."

Like a switch was flipped, Jenner stepped forward suddenly, fisting a hand in my hair, forcing my head back. Nipples hardening painfully, I swallowed, silently begging for him to let me have it.

Voice gruff, he snarled, "Oh, is that what you want, Evie? You want Daddy to come in here and fuck you until you're screaming the house down?"

My mouth dropped open. We had a daughter and two unborn sons who would one day call him Daddy, so why the hell was that so hot?

Deciding to blame it on the pregnancy hormone horniness, I rasped, "Yes."

With my head held firmly in his grasp, Jenner lowered his mouth to trail a path down my neck. I arched into his touch, silently begging for more as my blood heated to the point of boiling.

Against my skin, he murmured, "That's too bad. You've been a naughty girl. And naughty girls don't get what they want."

A whine slipped from my parted lips as I shifted my hips, trying to ease the ache between my thighs.

Jenner released me so suddenly that I fell back against the pillows.

"Shirt off," he barked. When I stared at him, stunned, his voice rose. "Now!"

Gripping the hem of my T-shirt with trembling fingers, I drew it over my head, hearing the soft hiss from my husband before the fabric cleared my vision.

"Fucking breathtaking." His huge palm pressed against the taut skin of my belly. "Don't you ever think I don't want you, Evie, because I love your body in every shape and size. Right now, though?" His free hand grabbed mine and brought it to his cock, positioning my fingers around the stiff shaft. "I've never been harder in my goddamn life than at the sight of you big and pregnant with my babies."

On a whimper, I looped my arm around his neck, pulling his mouth down to meet mine. The first pass of his tongue had me moaning, my grip tightening on his cock as I began to stroke him. I was desperate and needy; my hand moved faster, trying to drive him as crazy with lust as he'd always driven me.

He tore his lips away, our combined panting filling the silence of the room. "Evie, slow down."

"I can't," I breathed out. "I need you. Right fucking now."

A rumble sounded from his chest as both hands skimmed down my sides. "As much as I love this ass"—he gripped two fistfuls for emphasis—"I want to watch your face when you come around my cock. There isn't a more beautiful sight in this world."

Breathless at his words, I could only manage a nod.

"Up."

He didn't have to tell me twice. I climbed off the bed, allowing Jenner to toss the U-shaped pregnancy pillow across the room.

His tightly toned body reclined on the mattress, and he snapped his fingers sharply. "What are you waiting for?"

Fucking hell. Bossy Jenner had always been my favorite, and with desire gripping me in a chokehold, I was close to exploding from his words alone.

Kneeling on the edge of the bed, I allowed Jenner to offer me a hand to steady myself as I climbed over his prone form to straddle his lap. The first brush of his hard length against my slick pussy had a tremor rolling down my spine.

"You're a goddess, you know that?"

His hands came up to cradle my belly before sinking lower and brushing through my slit. I sucked in a sharp breath as he teased a tight circle over my throbbing clit before venturing lower and sinking two fingers deep inside.

Before I had a chance to move against his touch, he removed his fingers, holding them up to show that they were coated in my arousal.

"Fucking drenched for me," he murmured before licking the digits clean, moaning as he did so. "Delicious." The remark was said while he smacked his lips.

Writhing over his hard length nestled between my thighs, I was losing patience.

A smug smirk crept onto Jenner's face. "Look at my wife. So desperate to ride my cock."

"Mmhmm." I bit my lip, the friction of skin against skin almost enough to tip me over.

Fingertips dug into the soft flesh of my thighs. "You're in charge, baby. Take what you need."

That was all I needed to hear. Rising on my knees allowed his shaft to point toward the ceiling, and I maneuvered over it. Stabilizing myself with both hands pressed to Jenner's abs, I shifted until the crown of his cock nudged at my entrance.

With a slowness so agonizing my quads screamed with the effort of holding back, I lowered myself onto his dick until I bottomed out, and we both groaned.

"Holy shit," I breathed out.

It didn't matter that I had a carbon copy of this man's cock in my nightstand drawer and had used it more times than I could count over the past decade; nothing would ever come close to the real thing.

Jaw clenched, Jenner gritted out, "You're killing me, Evie. I need you to move."

Rocking my hips, I tested the feeling of fullness, reveling in the faint pulsing I felt from the pronounced veins along his length buried deep inside me.

When Jenner's hands came up to cup my breasts, I threw my head back on a moan, hissing when the rough pads of his thumbs brushed my nipples. They'd become overly sensitive these past few weeks, and I circled my hips in response to his touch.

"That's it, baby. Ride my cock. Just like that." His words of encouragement had me moving faster.

He pinched my nipples, tugging the distended peaks with his fingers.

Without warning, my muscles seized, and I cried out, "Yes! Oh God, Jenner!" as I shattered, the force of my climax so strong it felt like my soul left my body.

My hips moved on their own as I chased every last ounce of pleasure from the intense orgasm that had snuck up on me.

"Jesus, babe. Where the fuck did that come from?" Jenner's voice sounded distant through my fuzzy hearing. "Your pussy has never squeezed my cock so hard."

Panting, my chest burning with the effort to fill my lungs with air, I placed my hands atop his on my breasts.

"So sensitive," I breathed out.

"Oh, yeah?" He rolled my nipples, causing me to let out a guttural groan. Chuckling at my response, he said, "Your tits are irresistible right now. So heavy and full."

"Uh-huh." If I wasn't careful, he would have me coming again just by playing with them.

Jenner shifted beneath me, and I gasped, shoving off his cock, the sensations overwhelming.

Growling, my husband sat up, snagging my wrist as I tried to escape.

"It's—it's too much," I explained.

Eyes searching mine, his voice was husky as he asked, "You want to stop?"

My gaze dropped to the hard cock jutting out from his hips.

"No." The harshly uttered word had my head snapping up. "Don't you dare worry about me right now. I'll be just fine if I don't get to finish. Tell me what you want."

Chewing on my lower lip, I took a mental inventory of my body.

My pulse could be felt between my thighs, the throbbing matched the beating of my racing heart. The lightest brush of his cock on my clit, when I'd sat atop him had been borderline painful with the extra blood flow down there since becoming pregnant. My nipples were practically orgasm detonators at this point, and though I was getting myself off multiple times a day, I wasn't sure how many I could handle back to back.

No matter what Jenner said about not caring if I left him with blue balls tonight, that had never been my style. I gave as good as I got. Always. And tonight wasn't about to become my first exception to that rule.

There had to be a position we could use that wouldn't have my belly in the way in which he didn't touch my nips and featured minimal rubbing against my clit.

My eyes widened as it struck me.

Jenner eyed me carefully. "I'm almost afraid to ask what's going on in that mind of yours." His fingers grazed my temple before pushing sweaty hair behind my ear.

"Switch with me."

His brows drew down. "I said I don't want you on your back."

I rolled my eyes. "Get up, Jenner. I've got this."

A doubtful expression flickered over his features, but he shifted positions with me. Once he was fully behind me, I dropped onto my elbows, presenting my ass to his view.

Groaning, he palmed one cheek. "Fuck, yes. I can get on board with this."

Satisfied, I shifted my hips from side to side in invitation.

"But I wanna make one adjustment first."

My head whipped around in confusion. What was he talking about?

Extending his arm, he snagged the pillows from his side of the bed, sliding them under my hips, providing a cushion for my belly.

Lips twisting to the side, I couldn't help but think that I'd married the most caring man alive. He always put me—and now our family—first, and I was so damn lucky he was back in my life.

His fingers moved up the sides of my belly, over my hips, the featherlight touch teasing goosebumps to the surface of my skin. Wanting him to grip me harder, I whined when he removed his hands.

My forehead pressed to the mattress, and my hands fisted the sheets. Jenner knew exactly what he was doing. He was asserting his control the only way he knew how since he couldn't—or wouldn't—fuck me hard in my condition. Anticipation became his method of choice.

And fuck, if it wasn't working.

Every nerve ending I possessed was on high alert as I waited for the moment he would make a move and claim me in a way only he ever had. I moaned into the bedding, hoping that would be enough to spur him on, but still, nothing.

His harsh breathing set me on edge. I wanted to scream at him to do something but knew that would only make him drag this out longer.

A flash of fire seared through the flesh of my backside, and I gasped.

"Sorry, baby," Jenner's husky voice sent a shiver down my spine. "This juicy ass was just begging to be bitten."

Holy fucking shit.

I was about to ask him to do it again when his cock nudged against my waiting pussy.

"Please," I begged, breathless.

Jenner teased just an inch inside. "Is this what you need?"

A moan slipped past my lips. "More."

Another shift, and his dick slid in further. "Better?"

My head thrashed from side to side. The man was a master of the tease, and he knew how to play my body like an instrument.

Panting, I tried desperately to have my mind relay the proper signals to my mouth. "All." I sucked in a ragged breath. "All of you."

Done with games, Jenner surged his hips forward until he was buried balls deep, and my gasp layered over his guttural groan.

"So deep," I whimpered.

Fingers digging into my hips, his voice was strained. "You okay?"

"Fuck me, Jenner."

"Yes, ma'am."

Jenner reared back, his hard length dragging against every inner nerve ending and setting them on fire. I held my breath in anticipation of him slamming home, but instead, he slid back inside slowly, grinding against me once our bodies grew flush. The move had him pressing against that secret spot inside me, and I clawed the sheets.

"You feel so fucking good," he grunted from behind me.

He repeated the action, never increasing his pace.

"I could watch my cock disappear into your perfect pussy all night. The sight is damn near mesmerizing."

Gritting my teeth, I bit back a retort that I was glad he was having fun because I was frustrated out of my mind that he wouldn't just rail me hard. Every time his cock surged deep, I felt the first teasing hint of an orgasm, but it wasn't building the way I needed it because he wasn't hitting that spot rapid-fire.

Bracing one hand on the mattress, I reached my other arm back, digging my nails into Jenner's hips in an attempt to urge him along.

"You need to come, baby?"

"God, yes."

He removed my hand from his body, placing it back onto the mattress as he caged me in from above, our sweat mixing as his chest pressed against my back. That changed the angle of our connection, and I groaned when he rubbed me just right, both inside and out.

I squealed when his fingers brushed my clit, but with how he had me pinned, I wasn't able to escape his touch, no matter how overwhelming.

"Bite the sheets, baby." A shiver rolled down my spine at his silky-smooth words.

When I didn't obey immediately, too far gone to lust to compute his meaning, Jenner's voice grew more commanding. "That wasn't a request. Bite down."

Swallowing thickly, I managed to open my mouth and clamped down on the material right before me.

"That's my girl," Jenner rasped.

Fuck, that was almost enough to throw me over.

My response was muffled by a mouthful of fabric, as were my screams, when his fingers pressed firmly, rubbing tight circles over my clit as he resumed pounding into me from behind.

Electricity shot outward from my core, lighting me up like a Christmas tree. Tears leaked from the corners of my tightly shut eyes as the pleasure crashed over me in waves so intense it felt like I might black out.

"Goddamn, I could watch you come all day."

I could barely hear Jenner over the blood rushing in my ears.

His grunts were hot in my ear as he thrust three more times before stilling, his teeth latching onto the skin of my neck as he spilled himself deep inside me.

As soon as he finished, Jenner gently eased me onto my side, our connection intact, even though his cock was softening.

He pressed a palm over my heaving chest, directly above my heart, his fingers spreading wide over my sternum. "I hate that you thought for even one second that I didn't want you."

My hand covered his. "You know how it is when I get stuck in my head."

"Evie." He kissed the sweaty skin of my bare shoulder. "I've wanted you since the first time I laid eyes on you." His soft chuckle vibrated through his chest, and it warmed my heart. "I never told you this, but I was hard for the entirety of our first meeting."

"What?" I turned my head so I could see him.

"It's true. One look at you, and I knew I needed to get my hands on you. And then you sassed me, letting your confidence shine through, and that physical attraction I felt blossomed into something more."

I huffed out a disbelieving laugh. "You're joking."

"Nope. Your body has always turned me on, even when I didn't know if I'd ever get a chance to be with you." His palm skimmed between my breasts and came to rest on my belly. "This doesn't change anything for me."

My eyes squeezed shut. "I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry for. But maybe the next time your thoughts run away with you, come talk to me. We're always stronger together, okay?"

"Yeah," I agreed with a sigh.

"And now that we've got that issue out in the open. If you need relief, and I'm around? You come to me. Understood?"

The tiniest smile crept onto my lips. "You got it, boss."

His resulting laughter lightened the heavier mood, and I relaxed enough to fall asleep, held in his strong arms.