Page 50 of More, Daddy (Bluebell Bruisers #3)

“You sure it’s okay we didn’t go?” Briar asks, adjusting the vent in the truck. The cool air hits her, sending her blonde hair off her shoulders. She sinks into the seat with a sigh. “God that feels good.”

My hand, already resting on her knee, squeezes. “Sweetheart, I decide who goes. It’s fine. And anyway, Riley knows you just got your classroom set up. She knows how exhausted you are.”

Briar nods. “I really have been. I had no idea getting a room set up would be so tiring.”

I glance over at her, loving how she looks in denim cutoff shorts, her tall brown boots and a simple white tank top.

We spent the day putting finishing touches on her classroom, and while I considered telling her we were going to go out for a special date so she’d dress up, I ultimately decided against it.

Briar and I have something special. We do things our way, in the order that makes sense for us.

Bringing her here, to the small little altar that Hudson set up for me yesterday before he, Dolly and the kids packed up for the away game, after a long day of working together feels like us.

“You’re bringing in his milk crates for him?” Briar asks through a yawn, something she’s been doing so much lately.

I don’t like lying to her, but I had to give her a reason for us riding out to Gray Farms tonight. I nod. “Yeah, this way, honey.”

She hooks her finger in my belt loop, something she does at home when she’s my girl and I’m her Daddy, when I’m leading her to our room, or to somewhere where she’s going to be naughty and sexy.

When she does it in public, even if this is just Hudson’s property, it’s a subtle nod to our private dynamic, and it makes me so hard.

Last week, at Goode’s, I cut up her waffle for her, another subtle nod to our private dynamic, and when we got in the truck, Briar sucked my cock the whole way home because it turned her on so much.

Right now though, even with her tugging at my belt loop and kicking up dust behind me, I don’t get my usual hard on.

We turn the corner between the house and the barn, and stop when I lay eyes on the white altar, made of painted white wood, ivy woven in between each free space.

Around the altar are electric candles, and all around are rose petals.

Some have blown away from sitting in the dirt all night, but if anything, the way they trickle down the hill toward the water only makes the setting that much more romantic.

I take Briar’s hand, watching her face as she takes it in. “Briar, baby, my sweet girl, my love,” I slowly start. “I know we’re married, but I thought tonight, with our one year anniversary just a few weeks away, we celebrate by renewing our vows. Just us.”

Tears stain her cheeks as she looks down at the ring on her finger, one we picked out together downtown not long after I popped the question unexpectedly a year ago.

I love the way she looks at the ring when she’s feeling happy; it’s an honor to be a part of her life, but being part of what makes her feel good just may be the greatest thing I do with my life. Honestly.

Finally she looks up at me, and I take her hands with mine. “Happy anniversary. I thought we could spend the evening right here under this arbor, watch the creek, enjoy nightfall, then head home and celebrate our fortune in each other’s arms.” It sounds so fucking corny that I can’t help but laugh.

Her brows pull together, full lips in a questioning line. “What?”

I kiss her forehead, and pull her against me. “I’m just lucky to have you, that’s all.” Another kiss, this time on the lips, and before we break apart, I whisper, “I have everything because I have you.”

She smiles, but turns away from me to face the creek at the bottom of the hill. She brings her arms up around herself, hugging herself the way she does when she’s hurting.

“What?” I ask, pulling some of the ivy off the arbor to wrap it around the crown of her head, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose when I’m done.

She touches the ivy.

“You look beautiful,” I whisper.

She smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “You don’t have everything. We don’t have everything; not yet.”

My heartbeat picks up knowing where she’s headed, and knowing what I know.

She sinks into my chest, looping her hands around my neck, fingers playing with the loose ends of my messy hair.

“Why is it taking so long, Daddy?” she mewls, slipping into a softer, more innocent tone.

The very tone that makes me unbelievably happy, and hard .

I kiss her hairline, and stroke my hands down her back.

“Maybe it took so long just so it would happen when you least expected it to happen.” I kiss the side of her neck, and her throat, then the underside of her chin, growing impossibly hard despite the fact we’re outside, not home, and standing up.

With my lips hovering against hers, I whisper, “Like your first wedding anniversary.”

She laughs softly, and I stand there, holding her, unmoving. Her laughter dissipates and her smile slides away. “What?”

Now it’s my turn to grin from ear to ear.

“I think our baby is growing in your belly, my sweet girl,” I tell her, sliding my hand over her still flat abdomen.

“Daddy’s been keeping extra close tabs on his sweet girl.

” I slide my hand beneath the hem of her shirt, and fill my palm with her soft, full breast. She moans, pressing her mouth against mine, her tongue hot as it slips past my lips.

“You’ve been so tired, and you’ve been more than filling my palm,” I explain, giving her breast another gentle squeeze.

Carefully, I lift the cotton fabric of her shirt and take the hat off my head as a shield as I bring my lips to her breast and suck.

Her back arches and her hands at my neck tighten, her ragged moans echoing around us. “How’s that feel, babygirl?” I ask her quietly, dragging my tongue around her areola, making wet circles before moving to the other breast.

She fills her fingers with my hair, and lets me work my mouth all down her belly before I drop to a crouch, fingers on her pants. I look up at her, now wearing my hat, a beautiful smirk on her lips.

“You ready to be a mama? Make me a daddy for real?” I blink up at her, the sun cresting over the hills in the background, blanketing us in a beautiful mellow orange.

She smiles down at me, suddenly glassy eyed. “Yes. ”

I press my lips to her belly, and then we stand in that arbor and slow dance, holding each other tight, whispering our vows from a year ago, enjoying the sunset and the way fall feels against our faces as day gives way to evening.

And when we start to get chilly, I take Briar to the truck, and we head home, where a pink and white box awaits.

We have made five phone calls.

There have been many happy tears.

And there was, of course, the obligatory quickie right after. And now, as we sit on the fur rug in front of the old hearth, Briar completely naked, me in a cowboy hat and boxers, we begin to unravel our amazing, incredible news.

She slides her hands over her belly and looks at me, dancing flames reflecting in her shining eyes. “This means so much to me, West. I am going to be the best mom. The mom I always wanted.”

I tuck strands of golden hair behind her ear. “You will be incredible.”

She smiles, her head falling to the side. “I still can’t believe you knew before I did.”

“Ahh,” I sink back against the brick bottom of the hearth, and enjoy the devastating twist behind my ribs, that overwhelming little explosion that happens when I look at my beautiful wife.

“I thank your promotion. If you weren’t so busy getting your room ready, you would have paid extra close attention to your exhaustion. ”

She looks down at her bare belly, but sidles up next to me, sinking her face against my chest. “West, what if it’s a lot? Having a baby, teaching, going to school? What if it’s too much and I fail you? Or worse, I fail our baby? ”

I hold her against my chest, and knead up and down the length of her spine, the way I calm her after a particularly rough orgasm or roleplay session.

“It’s going to be a lot. But you could never fail me, or our baby.

I will be there, I’ll take care of you every step of the way, baby, okay?

That’s what Daddy does. I’ll cook for you, I’ll wash your clothes, I’ll get you on campus and to games, and I’ll make sure everything is perfect for you. I promise.”

She twists in my arms, and blinks up at me. “Will I always have you as my Daddy? Or do we have to retire our thing when the baby is born?”

I slide her off my lap, but bring us face to face, sitting cross-legged.

“It’s important we always talk about it.

For me, what we do, it’s got nothing to do with raising our family together.

It’s for us in our most intimate time, a way we exchange power and share desires.

And I believe holding onto that part of us while embarking on the journey of parenthood will keep us connected and strong. ”

She nods. “I was hoping you’d say something poetic like that, because mom me is a different me than cheer coach me, and teacher me. And I don’t want to give up any of those versions of myself. This one, either.”

Reaching between us, she finds my cock, hard and waiting.

“Can I have you, Daddy? Please?” She bites into her bottom lip, teasing me in a way that I cannot refuse.

She’s aware. Looking at me through her thick, dark lashes, Briar bounces on my cock a little, nothing but a thin layer of Joe Boxer between us. “C’mon, please, Daddy?”

I slip into my other persona as she pulls my cock out from the cotton, and aligns me at her entrance, swollen and wet. “Sweetheart, Daddy already gave you a baby, didn’t I? Now you’re just being greedy.”

She nods, biting her bottom lip again, this time making a show of seductively pouting. God she’s so perfect like this, pretending to be pliable and easy. “My perfect slut,” I whisper, stroking my hand down her hair. “Always wanting more of Daddy, aren’t you?”

She sinks down on my cock without actual permission, and we gasp and sigh as we adjust. Her eyes roll back and her whimpers fade away as she writhes on my cock, hands slapping at my pecs.

I place my hat on her head, and twist her nipples, enjoying the warmth of the fire and the vision of my girl riding me.

“Yes, Daddy, I always want more. I think about having you all the time,” she moans, wiggling her hips until my cock is nudging her g-spot, soft and spongey. “Make me come, Daddy, please, I’m so horny for you.”

“Tell Daddy who you belong to,” I breathe, before sealing my mouth to her breast, nibbling on her sensitive nipple. “Tell Daddy who’s baby is in your belly.”

She tips her head back, the ends of her hair ghosting her tailbone. “I belong to you, Daddy. I’m yours.” She finds a rhythm, and brings her hand to my face, the other on my pec as she locks in and rides. “Your baby is inside me, Daddy.”

I slap her ass, or the portion of it that I have access to. “That’s right. My baby. And whose tits are gonna feed my baby? Hmm?”

“Mine,” she drawls, “mine, Daddy, mine are.”

It doesn’t take long but we’re already there, clawing toward orgasm together, as usual.

“I’m gonna come, oh my god, you feel so good inside me, stretching me, filling me, give me more, Daddy, please, yes, more, more, yes, I’m coming,” she mewls, her filthy words scattered all over, engulfing me in hot, sweet perfection.

I come with her, emptying myself inside my favorite place, my favorite person—my wife .

When she’s climbed off me and I’ve gotten her fully cleaned up, I take my cowboy hat off her head and place it on the rack next to the door. With her in my arms, I walk us down the hall, to our room. Under the covers, I bring our mouths together.

“Happy anniversary, DaddysGirl .”

She puts her hands on her belly and kisses me beneath the covers. “Happy anniversary, Daddy.”