Page 56 of Friends with Benefits
“You want me to be her godfather?”
I thought about it for a second. I didn’t think Ember would have a problem with it, so I said, “Pending her approval, fuck yeah, I want you to be her godfather.”
He nodded. Then he gave me another hug. “Congratulations, Tripp. Thank you. I’d be honored.”
“If you two don’t stop making out, I’m gonna make you run laps,” Coach Taylor shouted.
* * *
We didn’t endup having to run laps, but by the time I got back to Ember’s apartment, it sure as hell felt like we had. You’d think the coaches would go easy on us, considering it was the end of the season, but that wasn’t the case. We were expected to be in top form until the ump blew his whistle on the last game. I didn’t care. I was more pumped than ever to take us to Omaha.
I unlocked the door with my key and walked in without announcing myself. I barely even went to my own apartment anymore. I couldn’t tell you the last time I’d slept there. Ember was in the kitchen making something that smelled like heaven. The twins were on the floor with newspaper spread beneath them, playing with what looked like a science experiment from hell populating half a dozen bowls.
“Are you guys making dinner?” I asked. “It smells good.”
Tillie giggled. “No, silly.”
“We’re making slime!” Molly exclaimed and dug into a bowl with both hands, pulling out a huge pile of neon blue goop.
I dumped my bag of gear by the front door and knelt down next to them to give them a squeeze. “Looks delicious,” I said, causing them to giggle.
Ember lifted her cheek for a kiss next. I obliged her. “You look delicious, too.”
She was in a pair of sweats and a baggy t-shirt. She wasn’t wearing any makeup, and her hair was thrown up in a messy bun. “I think you’re full of it,” she whispered back.
“How about later I let you know how delicious I think you are?”
She blushed and turned back to the chicken and rice she had been stirring in a pot. “Really?”
“Really, what?” I wrapped my arms around her from behind, my hands going to her flat stomach.
“You still want to?”
“Why don’t I show you how much I still want to when the twins go to bed?”
* * *
I did justthat a couple of hours later, once the twins were clean and snuggled up and Ember and I were alone in her room. I had her lay down, and I stripped her bare, starting at her toes and worshiping on my way up. She stopped me just before, even though she was slippery wet and shaking with need.
“You sure? You’re not weirded out?” she asked.
I kissed her navel. And lingered. “What about this would weird me out?”
She shrugged, and her breath hitched when she spoke. “I dunno. Some guys get freaked out about sex and pregnancy. My dad did.”
I winced. “Let’s not talk about your dad right now. All I want is you. Nothing about you could ever weird me out.”
I pushed up to kiss her and took my time there until her hands kneaded my shoulders, insistent.
She tore away and said, “You shouldn’t. You have practice in the morning, and it’s almost midnight.”
Patiently, I peeled her hands away and pressed them to the bed. I knew her mind must be going a mile a minute, trying to solve every problem before it came up. Especially now. I simply couldn’t give her time to think, or she’d rationalize to death all the good things we had.
So I pinned her hands above her head with one hand. She could have gotten away if she wanted to, but she let me do it while watching me with feverish eyes. I gripped my cock with my other hand and wet the head with her juices. Her breath caught again as I slipped inside in one long, slow stroke.
She liked it when I was relentless, when I gave her what she wanted, but slowly. Carving away at her need like a river carved a canyon.
“You think I don’t know these things? I knew when we made this arrangement what the deal was. What the risks were. I’ve never given up on anything in my life, and I’m not going to start now. No matter what, we’ll make it work. I’m showing up. I’m showing up for you and the girls. For our baby.”