Page 140 of Rock Out Together
She cupped both my cheeks and made me look at her. “Rowdy, something is wrong. What’s going on? What aren’t you telling me? You’re scaring me,” she pleaded.
The knot in my throat began to grow and my brow broke out in a sweat. She reached for my hand, and I gave it to her.
“Cancer,” I said. “There’s the possibility they didn’t get all the cancer in surgery. There’s also a possibility that it could spread to my testicles, and you know what I’m thinking. Maybe they were wrong the first time.”
“Have you been keeping this from me? Have you been in pain?” she asked. Her neck and face flushed with what I was sure was anger at me for keeping it from her.
I looked into her eyes, and she knew without me telling her.
“Oh, Rowdy,” she began to cry. I lifted her chin so that I could see her face.
“It’s not good for the baby for you to get so worked up.”
“Worked up!” She stepped back from me before I had a chance to grab her. “The cancer may be back, and you didn’t tell me. You’ve been in pain, and you haven’t told me! I tell you everything. Even when I’m about to start my period and I have cramps.”
I stood from the chair and began walking toward her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and buried her face, sobbing onto my shoulder.
“I’m not leaving you.”
“I’m not asking you to. I’m asking you to stay. Stay with me until we grow old. Let’s call the gang and uninvite them. I want to spend the evening making love to my wife.”
It was two in the morning, and I wanted her again. I know she needed her sleep, but I needed her like my next breath. I crawled down the bed and spread her open and licked her slit and sucked on her clit. She moaned, but her fingers went to my hair and tugged.
“Rowdy.” She parted her legs a little more, giving me better access. I licked up the inside of her leg to her glistening pussy where I open mouth kissed her. She pulled my hair, pulling me to her mouth where we licked and sucked. Our tongues doing a mating dance of their own.
“You taste sweet as honey, baby. I couldn’t help but wake you up.”
“Shut up and fuck me.”
“Have I ever told you that being pregnant gives you a dirty mouth?” She giggled and squirmed beneath me.
I lined up my cock with her entrance and slammed in and froze.
“Did I hurt you or the baby?” I hadn’t thought of that.
“No. You can’t hurt us. Now let’s go!” She lifted her hips and pulled me a little deeper inside. I slammed in and out over and over until she was chanting my name which pushed me over the edge. We lied there until our breathing evened out. I lifted up on my elbows and hovered over her.
“Kiss me, beautiful.” Taking her mouth with mine in a slow, sensual kiss, speaking with my heart because we both already knew. “I love you.”
NINE MONTHS LATER
Rowdy was in the kitchen making coffee when I wrapped her arms around me as well as I could being nine months pregnant. “Want me to get you a glass of juice?”
“That would be great, honey,” I said.
“What?” He stared down at the floor.
“What are you looking at?”
“Did you just pee on yourself?”
“My water just broke.”
“What?” His eyes were the size of saucers. We’d watched films, took classes, but for some reason it wasn’t registering with him.
“That means the baby is coming!” He turned and ran toward the bedroom. When I walked through the door he was throwing clothes in the suitcase. He almost hit me in the head with one of his boots.
“What are you doing?” It was almost laughable, and Iprobably would have laughed, but the first labor pain hit, causing me to groan. “Rowdy, honey.”
