He put both of his balled fists on either side of me on the counter, pinning me in place.
“Woman, I just came through my front door to find my pregnant girlfriend swinging a hammer that likely weighs more than she does. I’ve had an old man fart in my face when I tried popping his hip. Camden used all of my favorite cream that I put in my coffee and didn’t tell me, so I haven’t had a single cup yet. And now I’m dealing with the most challenging pain in the ass I know. It’s safe to say, I’m not having the greatest of mornings. So please, do me a favor and get in the tub so I can relax a little today.”
I bit my lip. “Someone farted on you?”
“Are you going to laugh?”
“Nope.”
He cracked a smile. “Yes, you are.”
I snorted. “Did they at least apologize.”
Dodger relaxed a little and kissed my nose. “He’s old. I don’t think he even realized he did it.”
“That’s terrible. Who knew that would be a hazard of the job.”
He grabbed my hand and led me to the tub. He removed his pants, while I let mine fall to the floor and I dipped my toe in. He’d made it toasty warm. As I sank down in our oversized Jacuzzi tub, I was slightly bitter my stretched belly would no longer submerge. I frowned. Dodger sat down opposite me and placed his hand on my bare stomach.
“It’s not going to be like this forever.”
“What, are you reading my mind over there?”
The corner of his mouth tipped up. “Nah, I just heard you talking to Keegan about it the other day. For the record, the belly is quickly turning into one of my favorite things.”
“Lies. All lies, but I’ll let you keep telling them to me.”
“Come over here.”
I shifted to his side of the tub, the water sloshing around. I certainly wasn’t getting around as easy as I used to. He assisted by opening his legs to allow me in between them and giving me his hand to help pull me that direction. I settled, my body facing away from his, wrapping my hands around his ankles under the water and my thumbs rubbed back and forth over the soft skin.
“Comfortable?” he asked.
“Mhmm.” I sighed and closed my eyes, letting my body sink into his.
He kissed my shoulder, and put his hands on my stomach.
“Seems I have a hole to fix in the morning.”
“I don’t want that wall there anymore.”
“I didn’t mean I was going to patch it. I’ll ask Dad to come over and help me take down the rest of it. I just need to make sure there aren’t any load bearing spots before it comes down.”
“Mmmm, okay.” I started to doze off.
Dodger and I stayed quiet for quite some time. The water grew cooler, and he turned the water spigot back on while he drained the cold stuff. I was sure I was going to turn into a prune, but I didn’t care. This was the most comfortable I’d been in weeks. That was until my hair was brushed away from my neck and lips started kissing a trail up to my ear lobe.
“What are you doing?” I quietly asked.
He didn’t answer. Teeth scraped along the sensitive skin, and despite the new warm water, I broke out in goosebumps. Why was he trying to get me riled up if he wasn’t going to do something about it? Or maybe I was.
“It’s time, Mace,” he whispered.
“Time for what?” I tilted my head so he could get better access.
“No more walking around here in your teeny tiny underwear teasing me. No more falling asleep with your hand on my ass hoping that I’d give in. No more dressing and undressing in front of me while you’d bite your lip, hoping I’d crack. I know you’re mine. You’ve been begging without saying the words. And as unattractive as you think you are right now, I’ve never seen someone more beautiful.”
His words hit right where I needed them to. Dodger’s hands were leaving a trail of fire across me as he reached below my stomach and swirled his finger around my clit. He touched every part except the sensitive nerve endings that desperately wanted to fire off the moment there was contact. Even with all the fluid around me, I could feel just how wet he was making me.
When his index finger flicked across the little nub, my body shook. I moaned and curled my toes. He did it twice more. Same thing. I had no clue how he planned on having sex with me in this tub, but he had better have it figured out or I’d be turning around and doing some squats over him.
Dodger’s free hand came up and cupped my breast, squeezing and releasing. He tweaked my nipple, causing it to harden with the attention. The sensations rolling through me overloaded my senses. I pushed back slightly, feeling his hard cock between us. He felt what I’d done and paused briefly.
“I need you,” I said.
“Good.” He ran his tongue up my neck. “I’m going to tell you what I need for you to do. I want you to stand up, and lean over the tub, hold onto the wall, and put one leg on the edge. Think you’ll be comfortable doing that?”
“Mhmm.”
He flicked my clit a few more times. I was frozen. I needed for him to continue doing that. If I came from him touching me that way, it would make everything else more sensitive. He knew what I wanted and gave it to me first. He touched so tenderly back and forth over the nerves, building me to a place that I knew I’d come crashing down from. I was on the edge of my first orgasm when he pinched my nipple so hard that I cried out and the orgasm overtook me. Dodger didn’t let up rubbing my clit. He forced me to feel the aftershocks. My legs clamped shut around his hand. My breathing was rapid and I needed a moment to recollect myself.
“Need help standing up?” he asked.
“Maybe a little push.” I teased.
He placed his hands on my back and I used the sides of the tub to help lift my body up on already shaky legs. I glanced back at him as he stood up behind me. Water trickled down his naked form, and his cock stood out, hard and glorious. I craved him. I wanted to turn around and relish every inch of him, but I didn’t have the energy or the maneuverability to do it right now. I’d be sure to make up for it when I was no longer pregnant.
Getting into the stance that he explained to me, I knew my pussy was fully exposed for his viewing as I was bent forward holding on to the wall.
“You’re so perfect.” He groaned as he stroked himself.
“I can do that for you.”
I wiggled my hips and pushed my butt out further. I knew he saw the glistening wetness from him making me come.
“No. Touching myself, seeing you waiting for me like this . . . It’s exactly how I imagined it.”
His large hand went back and forth. Dodger rubbed down his length, his hand twisting slightly as he stroked over the head. I wanted to make this more for him, so I reached between my own legs and touched myself. I slid my finger between my folds. I was slick and warm. Dipping the finger inside myself, my legs quaked.
“Macie,” he warned. “Stop touching yourself, or I won’t last.”
“I can’t.” I closed my eyes and shifted my hips to assist myself finding the spot that I needed touched.
He rubbed himself harder and faster, his eye lids fluttered and I knew he was getting close.