17. Trevor

17

TREVOR

It’s late when we get home.

Iris has fallen asleep in the car next to me, her hand cupping the lower part of her bump.

It was hard to keep my eyes on the road when my beautiful bride was sitting there looking like a dream.

However, when the car stops, she wakes up, bleary eyed. “We’re home, Mr. Hawthorn?”

“Yes, we are Mrs. Hawthorn.”

I know many people would find the choice strange. Some guys take umbrage when a woman won’t take their last name. Not only am I breaking from that tradition, but we’re also taking a different name all together.

It’s much more than that, though. It’s our family, a promise to ourselves and our unborn child.

Of course, it will take some time to make it official. Name change paperwork is all red tape and bureaucracy. Doesn’t mean we need to delay the celebration.

I open Iris’s door for her and pick her up in my arms, bridal style.

“Trevor, you don’t have to carry me.”

“You’re my bride. Of course, I do. It’s tradition.”

I carry Iris inside, over the threshold of our home.

My heart swells for the hundredth time today, looking into her beaming face with more love than I ever thought possible for a person. “Welcome home.”

Iris kisses me, then rests her head on my shoulder.

I kiss her forehead. “Want me to take you to bed, baby?”

“Please.”

They aren’t lying when they say your wedding day is the greatest day of your life. Most exhausting too. I don’t think either of us has energy to “consummate” the marriage.

However, as evidenced by Iris’s baby bump, we won’t have a problem with that in the future.

I carry her up the stairs and place her in bed. “You want me to get you ready for bed?”

I’d take great pleasure in peeling her wedding dress off her and giving her good-night kisses all over her body.

Iris pulls me into her arms, kissing me…and kissing me.

Doesn’t feel like a good night kiss. Feels like much more than that. Though I’m not going to assume. My new wife needs her rest more than ever these days.

When our mouths part, Iris whispers, “I have a present for you.”

“You do?”

Iris smiles, biting on her lower lip. “Yes.”

She kisses me again.

I lose myself as her tongue swirls around mine and her hands scrape down my shoulder blades. Before I realize what’s happening, I’m on my back, Iris’s hips pinned on mine.

“Ris, what are you doing?”

Iris lifts her head, laughing. It’s a melody. The best song I’ve ever heard.

She places her hands against my chest. Shadows create a blue cast over her face, her pink hair looking lilac in the dark.

“You wait here…” she says, sultry smoke in her voice. “And I’ll get your present.”

I rub her thighs where her dress has ridden up. “You mean, you sitting right here on top of me isn’t the present?”

She walks her fingers up my chest. “You’re too horny for your own good.”

“You’re too beautiful for your own good.” I move my hand up to her stomach.

“Ah-ah-ah! If you start doing that, we both know you’re not going to be able to stop.” Iris hops off the bed.

My lap goes cold. Except for the blood rushing to my cock. “Not fair.”

“We both know you are in love with the bump, baby.” Iris sways her hips with purpose as she disappears into the bathroom.

I grab my cock through my pants, readjusting it. Not that it helps my arousal. Just reminds me it’s there. “Don’t be long.”

Iris peeks out the door, the sleeve of her dress already dripping off one shoulder. “Absence makes the heart grow fonder.”

She closes the door as I cry out, “That’s bullshit!”

Her giggle echoes in the bathroom.

In the dark, alone for the first time all day, I have a difficult time contemplating my reality.

I’m not alone. Not anymore.

I’m married . I have a wife. A child on the way.

I run my hands over my face, trying to wake myself up from the dream.

Not a dream. Real fucking life.

Iris is mine. And she always will be.

I kick my feet with glee like a kid.

How did I get so lucky?

As soon as the door opens again, I rise up on my elbows to look at her. And holy hell, I think again, how did I get so damn lucky?

Iris is still wearing white, but this outfit has a lot less fabric than her wedding dress. This is lingerie . A tiny, lacy teddy that parts right above the crest of her small belly. Light, silky fabric frames her stomach. To top off the outfit, there’s a pair of matching lace panties.

She twirls side to side, the thin fabric wavering. “What do you think?”

“I’m speechless.”

Iris frames her stomach with a hand above and below. “I wanted to show off for you, since I know you love my–”

“I love all of you.” Though I have to admit, watching her grow with my child does something to me I never anticipated.

I reach out to her. “Come here.”

Iris crawls up the bed to me and straddles me again. However, she doesn’t warm my lap like I’d like her to. She starts with my dress shirt, unbuttoning it with devastating slowness.

I lean into her chest and brush my lips against her breasts. They’ve gotten a little bigger too, preparing for our baby. “So fucking beautiful, Ris.”

As soon as all the buttons are undone, she pushes my shirt aside and kisses my chest. “Why’s your heart beating so fast?”

“Is it?” I’m not surprised, she is taking my breath away.

“You like what you see?”

“Is that a question?”

“Are you going to answer all my questions with questions?”

I laugh, deep and throaty. “You’re teasing me.”

She circles her hips on mine, reminding me how hard I am. “I didn’t get a fancy negligée not to tease my husband.”

God. The things that light up inside me. “Call me that again.”

Iris glides her fingers through my hair and lowers her mouth to mine, stopping just before kissing me. “You’re my husband, Trevor.”

I close the gap, sealing that perfect sentence with a kiss.

As I get lost in her mouth, I move my hands down to her belly. I can’t wait to watch her grow, to feel our baby move, to create this life with her.

Iris laughs away from my mouth. “And I’m going to fuck your brains out.”

“Shit, is that a promise?”

In answer, Iris undoes the closure on my pants and tugs them down without a second thought.

I barely catch my breath before her hand is on my cock.

The muscles in my legs lock up.

I can already tell this night will not be like any other. I’ve been with Iris this way so many times.

And it has never been like this.

“Eyes on me, baby.” Iris positions herself over my cock.

I lift my gaze to hers and am paralyzed by her eyes.

With my eyes on hers, Iris sinks down onto my cock, her teeth biting down on her lower lip.

The image of her almost supersedes how good it feels to have her taking my cock. She’s hot and tight and lovely.

Iris lifts her hips and begins to pulse, riding me.

I take her ass into my hands, helping her moving over me.

“Mm, you’re so big,” she whimpers.

“Don’t hurt yourself.”

Iris laughs and, with her off-guard, I take the opportunity to press deeper into her.

Her laugh turns into a moan.

“God, I love this pussy.”

Iris leans back, bracing a hand on my thigh, the other one resting on her stomach. She rolls her hips like rippling water, an elegant, languid motion that also happens to make my entire body combust.

“Goddamn, baby…I’m going to have to keep you pregnant, I think,” I say through grit teeth.

Iris presses the tip of the tongue to her teeth in a smile that does not say no.

I take her in. “I like when the world knows your mine.”

“The wedding ring doesn’t do the trick for you?”

I shake my head. “Not the way my baby in your belly does.”

She clenches around me.

“You like that? When I remind you how I’ve claimed you?”

Iris gasps, tightening around me again. “That turns me on so much.”

“Knowing that your body belongs to me?” I huff, maintaining my composure as best I can despite the building tension in my pelvis.

I thrust into her deeper.

Her head falls back. “Oh fuck .”

I grip her hips harder, the wafer thin fabric of her lingerie twisting in my fingers. “You’re mine, Iris. Always.”

“Always, baby.”

“ Always .”

Our fingers interlock over her belly, our movements intensifying to a fever pitch. Rather than sensical words and sentences, we devolve to moans and grunts.

It’s never felt this good, being inside her. Because it’s not just the physical, it’s the emotional too. This is the first time I’m making love to my wife . It’s a glimmering, delicious feeling I don’t want to lose.

Part of what makes this moment so good, so pleasurable, is the fact it will never happen again. A bittersweet reality.

But not one I’m going to mourn in the moment.

“Kiss me.” I reach for Iris. “Kiss me.”

Iris folds herself over me, the slight bump of her belly pressed against mine.

Our lips commune with desperation as we approach climax together.

Iris’s moans reverberate through my lips.

I grip her hair, not allowing her mouth to part from mine.

Euphoria tightens in my belly to an impossible degree.

I’ve never felt this way, never been so high knowing I’m going to be released into a freefall that seems like it will last forever. Each moment is building up anticipation until I finally let go.

I release deep into Iris, my body pulsing and trembling. “Iris, Iris, oh–”

She presses her forehead to mine, gasping hard as she comes too.

We aren’t two separate bodies. We are one, the orgasm thrumming through both of us.

I’ve never felt anything so deep and important as this moment with Iris. The love of my life. The only woman for me.

“Feels so good,” she whines.

“I’ve got you, baby, I’ve got you.”

We embrace one another, holding each other for god knows how long before the orgasm abates.

“I love you,” Iris whispers, her fingertips tracing my cheekbones. “I love you so much.”

“Not more than I love you.”

Iris curls up beside me. “You’ll have to get your fill of me before the baby comes. Lord knows we’re going to be too tired to do all of this.”

“I will never be too tired to pleasure you.” I kiss the tip of her nose.

She giggles, clinging to me.

I push the fabric of the teddy away from her belly. “Was this little outfit your idea?”

“Rowan said I should have something, just in case I had the energy. And lord, did I…”

“Did you ever.”

We both laugh.

I pull her into my chest, glowing with the knowledge I get to do this every night for the rest of my life.

“Trev?”

“Yes, dear.”

“Would you get me a glass of water?”

I laugh, kiss her forehead, then roll out of bed. “It would be my pleasure.”

I hurry, not wanting to leave her alone for too long nor wanting to be apart from her too long. When I return, Iris is laying out with her hands over her belly.

I hand her the water and sit on the edge of the bed beside her, replacing her hand with mine on her stomach. “Everything all right?”

Iris gulps down a lot of the water, then nods. “I think the baby’s starting to move.”

My brows shoot up. “What?”

Iris places the glass on the bedside table, nonplussed. “Yeah, just a little. Could be indigestion, but could be the next Hawthorn.”

We are both quiet, staring down at the place where our child is growing.

“You probably won’t be able to feel it for a while.”

“No, but they can feel me, can’t they?” I lean in close to her stomach, giving it a kiss. “I’m right here, baby.”

Iris smiles, placing her hand over mine and twisting her fingers through my curls. “You ready for forever with me?”

I fold her hands in mine and bring my face close to hers. “I’ve been ready for forever with you since the day I met you.”

We had a few bumps along the way, including her growing one, but we made it to where we were supposed to be. Here, in our bed, in our home, man and wife. The Hawthorns. Who we were always meant to be.