Vegas Aces: The Wide Receiver Complete Series

CHAPTER 13 TRISTAN

I force myself out of bed for the sole reason that I want to take care of her. For as hot as it is to have a woman holding all the control as she moves naked on top of me, it has to be hard on the thighs no matter how in shape a woman is. And this particular woman is carrying an extra ten pounds right now that surely made it even harder.

I turn on the water in the large tub in our bathroom, and she walks up behind me a beat later. “Is that for you or me?” She runs her fingers along my spine before moving in to hug me from behind, and I turn to hold her naked body against mine.

“Both of us.”

“Great idea,” she murmurs, and she moves to rummage through her toiletry bag. She pulls out her shower gel, and I see it’s the same jasmine scent I used to buy for her. The bottle has a different design but the name’s the same. “Bubbles?”

“Always,” I say with a nod, and she chuckles.

“How hot is the water?”

“You can turn it however you want it.”

She tests it and turns it a little cooler. “If my body temperature rises more than two degrees, it’s not safe for the baby,” she explains as she squirts some of the shower gel into the tub. The room immediately fills with her scent.

There’s so much I don’t know. So much I want to learn. “I didn’t know that. Is there anything else I should know?”

“Baths are incredible for pregnant women—relaxing, and they take the pressure off my stomach for a bit—but I can’t stay in longer than ten minutes or so.” She looks a little sad as she says it, and admittedly the thought of sitting in the tub with her for hours sounds like heaven, but being safe is more important.

“Perfect, because I have a plan that starts in eleven minutes.”

She giggles. I don’t have a plan, but I had to say something to wipe that sad look off her face.

I get in first, and I help her in second. She settles in between my legs, and my dick grows hard at having this gorgeous, naked, slippery wet woman in my arms. I lean forward to smell her hair, and I press a soft kiss to her neck. She sighs with content then leans back against me, and my dick prods into one of her ass cheeks.

She doesn’t seem to mind.

In fact, she grinds her ass a little, goading me on.

My cock needs a break to recharge, though, so I lean back and rest my head on the back of the tub, lacing my arms around her and toying with her nipples.

“That’s only going to lead us back to the bed,” she practically moans.

“Exactly where I planned to lead you,” I whisper as the fresh memory of what just happened between us washes over me.

It wasn’t just the best sex of my life. It was filled with meaning for me.

It was that feeling of riding a bike, so to speak—in one way it was comforting as my body woke up with the realization that we’ve been here before , but it was also new and different. Better than before, if that was even possible—or maybe my memory betrayed me. She felt so tight and sweet as she moved over me, but my chest exploded with all these different emotions while we connected in the deepest way two people can connect.

I wash her gently with a washcloth since we don’t have much time in here, and then she gets out to dry while I wash myself, too. It’s quick, and there’s no wine or candles, but it still feels like the most romantic bath I’ve ever taken.

“So what was the eleven minute plan?” she asks once we’re both out of the tub.

She’s put clothes back on—a simple maternity t-shirt and shorts—and I suppose I should do the same. I grab my basketball shorts and a pair of boxers, but I skip the shirt.

Her eyes zero in on my abs. “Have I mentioned that you’re really freaking hot?” She steps over toward me, and she lets her fingertips glide along each muscle there. My dick perks up again in response to her touch.

“That’s only going to lead us back to the bed,” I say softly, repeating her own words back to her.

“Exactly where I planned to lead you,” she says, repeating my response back to me.

I chuckle, and then I lean down to kiss her, which only leads to me lying her down on the bed, getting rid of our clothes, and slipping into her.

I stand over her this time, careful not to crush her or make her feel uncomfortable in any way, and I slide slowly in and out of her, taking my time as my hands wander along the soft ridges of her body. She warned me that her body was different, and she’s right—it is. But something about the way her body looks now is even more beautiful to me than before. It forces a realization upon me that I love her exactly how she is, however that may be. I accept her and welcome her into my life any way I can get her.

I’ve never felt that way about anybody else.

It’s nothing to do with looks at all. Savannah was one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen on the outside, but the evil lurking inside was a turn-off. And then there’s the woman beneath me, the one I’m making love to as I take my time with her, slowly moving in and out of her tight body to the chorus of her soft moans as I feel her delicate skin, so soft after our bath together, the air filling with her jasmine scent, wrapping me up like a warm blanket.

She’s beautiful on the inside, too. A light shines from her, a bright glow of selflessness as she gives her body over to the baby growing inside, a baby I already love with a ferocity that seems unimaginable to me.

But of course I do. She’s one-half Tessa.

I feel the familiar fire ripping up my spine, but I force myself to calm down a beat. I don’t want this to end. I’ve had sex over the last seven years, sure…but I’ve never made love to a woman. Not like I’m doing right now, as I ease slowly in and out, as our bodies rock together toward a climax. Her eyes open and fix on mine, and that’s my undoing.

I tip my head back, my neck corded with the pressure of my release as I start to come, and she grabs onto my hands where they hold her hips, squeezing my hands tightly as she moans my name, her body tightening over me as she starts to come, too.

And then it’s over much too soon. I lie beside her as I try to catch my breath, and I breathe in heavy gulps of her. She permeates my system like a drug I’m already addicted to.

I can’t get enough, and I don’t know if I ever will.

We must fall asleep, but I don’t realize it until the rising sun wakes me. The light is peeking into our window already, and I wish I hadn’t fallen asleep because all it did was take away time that we could’ve spent together.

At some point during the night, she moved to her side, and I moved in behind her. I sit up on my elbow, careful not to move her, and study her as she sleeps. She looks the same as she did back then. Her skin is smooth, but she has just the slightest new lines near her eyes and by her lips that tell me she’s laughed and cried over the years we were apart.

I wish I could’ve been there for every one of those moments. I wish I could’ve held her hand in the hard times and laughed with her in the good ones.

A few freckles dot her nose, and I remember more of them in the summer when she got too much sun. Her hair is a little longer and a little lighter. Her lips are almost smiling, and I wonder what she’s dreaming about.

Her chest rises and falls softly with sleep. She’s still naked, as am I, and as I watch her peacefully rest, my dick starts to wake up until it’s pressing into her backside.

I thrust my hips gently, and she stirs just the tiniest bit. I shift until my cock lines up with the crack of her ass, just a nice spot to rest, not to penetrate, although now that I think about it…

She must wake as I’m moving behind her because she pushes her ass back into me. I reach down and slide my dick between her legs, and she moans. I thrust gently, moving along her slit but not slipping inside, and the feel of her body around me is nearly enough to make me come.

She lets out a soft morning moan, and then she tilts forward a little and reaches down between us. She covers my cock with one hand so I’m sliding in between her hand and her slit, which seems to be growing hotter by the second.

And then she shifts and pushes me inside her. “Good morning,” she murmurs.

Fuck yeah it is. What a way to wake up.

I grip onto her hip with one hand as I drive in slowly, lazily, and I lean down to kiss her neck. She shifts back, meeting me thrust for thrust, and despite having done this twice last night, I can’t help when my body responds the way it does to her.

It’s been too long.

Too long without sex. The last woman I was with was my ex-wife, and it’s been a damn long time since we were together.

But that was just sex. This is different, and it’s been far too long since I’ve felt these feelings. I never want it to stop.