Page 4 of Better Than Baby (Better Than Stories #9)

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A perfect match.

Whoa.

I wasn’t sure what that meant.

We had fertilized eggs ready to go, so we needed someone we trusted to carry our baby for nine months.

For our own sanity, we hoped our surrogate would take nutrition seriously.

Obviously, she didn’t have to be a regular at her local gym, but our hypothetical kid deserved—well…

the best. But I had to think that every prospective parent felt the same way.

“Maybe she’s queer,” Aaron suggested around his toothbrush, eyeing me in the bathroom mirror. “Not that it matters, but that would be cool.”

I rinsed and dried my mouth on my towel. “We’ll find out in the morning. C’mon, let’s get some sleep while we can. The monster is out cold.”

Aaron’s eyes sparked with amusement as he wandered to the crate in our room to check on Murphy.

“He’s snoring,” Aaron whispered. “Why is that so darn cute?”

I chuckled, squeezing Aaron’s ass, then slipping by him to hop into bed.

Murphy was totally sawing wood in his corner of the room, the sound echoing off the high ceilings.

And yeah, somehow it was kind of adorable.

I flopped onto the pillow and rolled to my side, watching Aaron bop his hips to a tune in his head as he flossed his teeth.

Fuck, he was so beautiful…and sexy too. Dark hair, smooth olive skin, and a toned sleek body.

I stared at him, mesmerized by the sway of his slim hips and the curve of his perfect bubble butt in his silky boxer briefs.

I liked that he’d borrowed one of my old Georgetown T-shirts.

It was way too big on his lithe frame, and maybe that was the turn-on.

Or maybe…it was just Aaron.

Over twelve years together and I fell deeper in love with him every day. He was my rock, my peace, my home. My five-foot-eight bundle of boundless energy with a heart of a lion…all wrapped up in a pretty package that dared you to underestimate him.

Not many were so na?ve anymore.

Aaron had built a niche for himself as a fashion trendsetter via a successful podcast that had accidentally launched him into influencer status.

Unlike so many wannabe Internet sensations these days, Aaron had real-life experience in the industry as a fashion editor at a well-known DC magazine, which had benefited him when he’d gone out on his own.

Maybe timing really was everything, because his once-humble podcast, Chic Talk , now boasted big-name sponsorship and required a full-time staff to juggle practical business matters and manage celebrity guest appearances.

The best part was that he was still able to do most of his day-to-day business from his in-home office.

I was unbelievably proud of my man. And did I mention he was drop-dead gorgeous?

He swept his hair from his eyes and flashed a crooked grin that went straight to my dick.

“C’mere.” I folded the duvet aside and wriggled a finger.

“Ooh, I know that look. Naughty, naughty, Matty,” he chided, climbing into bed and rolling to face me. He hooked a leg over mine and rested a hand on my biceps. “How can you be thinking about sex at a time like this?”

I nipped his chin and rubbed my nose along his jawline, loving the scrape of his end-of-day stubble. “How can I not?”

“We’re on the precipice of major life choices…with an impressionable pup in the room.”

I glanced at the partially covered crate in the corner and rolled my eyes. “He’s heard us plenty of times, and nothing is going to wake him now.”

Aaron nodded in agreement, lowering his hand to my hip. “I know, I know, but…aren’t you nervous? Just a little?”

“Yeah, I’m very nervous. But I don’t want to lose sleep over something I can’t control, and I really don’t want either of us to get our hopes up,” I replied in a steady, firm voice.

We’d been down this path many times and had taken turns playing devil’s advocate.

“This could be it.”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

“You’re right, but I think I’ll sleep better if we go through our list of questions and make sure we’re not missing something important.”

I could have argued that we were bringing that list with us to meet Lena, our supposedly perfect surrogate, but I sensed that Aaron needed this. “Okay. What have you got?”

He sat up and cleared his throat. “How do you envision communication to flow during pregnancy? In other words, how do you feel about me getting in your dish on the daily? Can I ask how you slept, if you remembered to take your prenatal vitamins, and what you like to eat? Is it weird if I want to feed you and?—”

“Yeah, that’s weird,” I interrupted.

Aaron arched a brow. “Are you sure? If she has an unhealthy addiction to soft drinks or Doritos, I think we should know.”

I tugged his elbow, pulling him into my arms. “We can definitely ask about nutrition, but we’re not going to worry about this tonight. We’re going to?—”

“What if she has all the right answers, but we don’t like her vibe? We’ll have to pass, right? I don’t think we’re desperate. Are we? Maybe we are, maybe I am, maybe?—”

“Stop.” I rolled to pin him to the mattress. “No more. It’s easy to get carried away, but stay in the moment, Aar. With me. We don’t know anything yet. We can hope it goes well and that we click with her. That’s a tomorrow worry. Not tonight. Just rest, baby. Go on…close your eyes.”

I kissed his forehead, his nose, and his eyelids. I feathered my lashes against his cheeks and flicked the tip of my tongue at the corner of his lush lips. Aaron melted beneath me, humming softly as he draped his arms over my shoulders.

“You’re playing me like a fiddle, Matty. Or is it a violin? Mmm , do that again. Yes…that.”

I settled between his open legs, rocking my hips as I lifted his T-shirt and flattened my palm on his abs, just above the telltale bulge in his boxer briefs.

“What do you want, baby? This?” I lowered my hand and squeezed his erection through his silky boxer briefs, trailing kisses on his neck and collarbone. “Or this?”

I slipped my fingers under the fabric near his upper thigh and grabbed a handful of his perfectly round ass, trailing my pinky along his crease. My touch was too light to be anything more than a tease, which I knew would only make my man crazy.

Aaron moaned on cue, hiking his knee to give me access.

I parted his cheeks, lightly caressing his opening with a single digit as I slowly made my way south.

I kissed and licked his nipples, laving them with lazy circles.

Aaron raked his fingers in my hair and wriggled his hips as if chasing friction.

I gave him a little, but kept him on edge and greedy.

Tease, tease, tease.

I wanted him so strung out and pleasure-drunk that he couldn’t see or think or feel anything outside of this room. I wanted his cock to ache and leak. I wanted my name to be the only one he could remember.

Tomorrow’s worries were opaque, too shadowy for focus. This—right here, right now—was the only slice of the universe that mattered.

I kissed his navel and nudged my chin on the head of his cock peeking from the elastic of his boxer briefs before slipping the tip of a finger inside.

Aaron hissed. “Take it off, Matty. My poor dick is practically suffocating, and I need more. I need you.”

I removed my finger, chuckling as he kicked the silky fabric off and yanked his T-shirt over his head in a mad rush. I stopped him when he leaned sideways to rescue the bottle of lube from the nightstand drawer.

“Not so fast.”

He furrowed his brow. “But we need lube. We need?—”

“I’m not finished with you yet.” I pushed Aaron’s knees to his chest and bent to lick his shaft.

It was another tease. As much as I loved blowing him, I had other ideas tonight. I nuzzled his balls, inhaling his scent and trailing my tongue along his perineum.

Aaron’s breath hitched. “Oh. Oh. Mmm .”

I needed no further encouragement. I pressed the pad of my thumb on his entrance and licked the sensitive surrounding area. I toyed with him. I knew he loved the feel of my end-of-day beard on his inner thighs. I knew he loved the pressure and slow buildup. And I knew he loved getting rimmed.

For a guy who had been late to acknowledging his bisexuality, I was actually pretty damn good at rimming. I’d had years of practice and knew Aaron’s body as well as my own now. Nothing got him harder and hornier faster than having my mouth on him.

With that in mind, I removed my thumb and tasted my man.

Fuck.

Just…fuck.

Moments like this made me wonder how I’d ever thought I was straight. Sure, rimming wasn’t a gay thing, but stroking my husband’s dick while I fingered and tongue-fucked his hole was very, very gay. And I couldn’t get enough.

My cock hung heavy, dripping precum on the mattress. I gave myself a quick tug…nothing more. I was in a zone, hypnotized by the sounds he made as he clutched at the sheets and chanted my name amid a stream of sweet nothings.

I pulled away, licking my lips. Two fingers…three.

He was so ready for me, he was almost incoherent.

I slathered lube on both of us and climbed atop Aaron, pressing a light kiss to his mouth as I lined my cock at his entrance. “I don’t want you to think about anything but me, baby. Only me.”

Aaron’s lashes fluttered as I pushed inside his tight hole. “ Ungh …yes. Only you.”

I moved slow and deep, dragging my length over his sweet spot, caging his beautiful face between my arms. I studied Aaron’s expression, not because I needed clues to be sure he was enjoying this.

No. My cock buried in his hole, nailing his prostate, was his happy place.

I was addicted to that euphoric sheen in his eyes.

That familiar glaze of lust and need…for me.

My body felt taut with desire. Every thrust sent a vibration through me.

I drove my tongue between his lips, ravaging him as I upped the tempo.

The bedsprings creaked under our weight with a steady thump , thump , thump .

And maybe I should have been more concerned about impressionable puppy ears, but Murphy was still snoring and it was too late for that anyway.

Tingles of pleasure skittered along my spine in warning. I wasn’t going to last.

I rolled us to our sides, changing the angle as I stroked him to the rhythm we’d set. “Come for me now, baby. Come.”

A moment later, Aaron’s hole tightened and pulsed around my cock. “Oh, fuck…oh…Matty.”

He tensed for a beat as cum spurted over my fist and his stomach, then went lax in my arms. I swiped my fingers through the mess on his abs and used it as additional lube. I lifted his leg higher, admiring our joined bodies—my hard cock in his sweet hole.

Yeah, that was it for me. I slung my arm across Aaron’s chest and pistoned my hips, fucking him till I couldn’t hold on.

My vision blurred at the edges as I fell apart, gasping for air and pumping cum deep inside him.

I blinked, my chest heaving. “Holy shit. That was…wow.”

Aaron smacked his lips and nodded. “I wonder if anyone will notice me walking funny tomorrow.”

I snorted, gently pulling out and flopping onto my back like a starfish. “I wonder if there’s a chance you might ignore the wet spot if I promise to change the sheets by myself in the morning.”

“Do you even know me?” he countered. “This is no ordinary wet spot, and these are no ordinary sheets.”

“You mean they’re expensive sheets.”

“Let’s just say they’re an extremely high thread count and leave it at that.”

I wrinkled my brow. “And that’s a good thing?”

“A luxuriously lovely thing,” Aaron confirmed with a dreamy sigh.

“ Hmph. Give me a minute. I can’t move yet.”

He nodded, snuggling close and resting his head on my shoulder.

Quiet gathered and settled over the room like a warm duvet on a cool winter’s night.

I could have fallen asleep just like this with my husband draped on top of me and our dog snoring nearby.

A bone-deep contentment pulled me under.

I had everything I needed right here—a cozy house, a beautiful man, and the sense of peace that comes with good health, steady employment, money in the bank, and the means to travel.

I didn’t need anything more. I opened my mouth, the words on the tip of my tongue, but Aaron spoke first…as if he’d read my mind.

“I want you to know that I’m happy…just as we are, Matty. Whatever happens from here is a bonus. And if nothing happens, that’s okay too. You’re my sun and my moon. The rest is glitter.”

“Glitter?” I grinned against his hair and hugged him.

“Mixed in with the odd bits of common dust. To be clear, I’m talking about us.” He gestured toward the window. “Not the rest of the world. That’s all kinds of fucked up. But me and you…we’re good. No matter what, we’ll always be good.”

I held his chin between my thumb and forefinger and gazed into his pretty eyes. “That’s right. Me and you, baby. We’re okay.”

Snore snore

We snickered.

“And Murphy too.”