Page 63 of Who’s Playing You (In The Nick of Time #1)

SCOTTIE ANDERSON

N icholas had been acting… weird for the past week. Maybe “weird” wasn’t the right word.

He was already super attentive and affectionate, but it was like he’d turned it up - by one hundred. I was used to his stomach rubs, him fondling my breasts, and our very active sex life. But… it had only intensified.

I really didn’t think it could intensify. But I was so very wrong.

Deliciously wrong. I think he’s turned me into a sex addict.

Even when Nick was away for his away games, he managed to greatly satisfy me. But truth be told, I needed the time he was away to recover. The man was insatiable. It was like he couldn’t get enough of me.

And I mean, ditto.

I was absolutely addicted to him and his magic, pierced, unicorn dick. Because I’d quickly realized on basically day one that he was in fact a unicorn of a man, with a unicorn dick.

I counted my lucky stars every single day.

However… I wasn’t used to this much dicking .

And certainly not as thoroughly as Nick took care of me.

And take care of me he did, which was another thing he’d really ramped up doing.

I guess those four years he spent studying all there is to learn about sex really came in handy and greatly to my benefit.

No complaints here! Highly recommend. Ten out of ten stars. Way to go Zeiders University!

He had taken up giving me nightly foot massages, sent me care packages when he wasn’t home, and he’d gotten me hooked on some new caffeine-free coffee. I never would have thought I’d like it, but it was fucking delicious.

To my surprise, even the Caffeinated Cock carried it now.

I was still so tired. I could literally sleep for twelve hours and still be bone tired. I didn’t get it.

I was eating well, Nicholas saw to that, staying hydrated, and Nicholas had gotten me on some vitamin regiment alongside him. Every morning he’d text me to remind me to take my vitamins when he was away.

He was so caring and nurturing. How did I get so lucky?

As I stretched from where I lay on the couch, my bra shimmied up and I couldn’t help but wince in a slight pain from how sore my boobs were. I cupped them and realized how swollen and tender they felt. My fingers rubbed over my hyper-sensitive nipples and I realized how turned on I felt.

Before I could do anything with that, my phone started ringing. Seeing it was Nicholas, I quickly answered, “Hey babe! Are you on your way home?”

He seemed out of breath when he answered, “Yep. So, ahh, what are you doing?”

“Me? No-nothing. Sitting on the couch, why?”

“Oh, just wondering,” he replied. “I’ll be home in less than fifteen minutes, I’m getting off the Thruway now. Keep me company while I drive?”

“Sure,” I replied. “How was your flight back? That seemed like a tough game last night, how are you feeling?”

“I’m fine. The flight was fine,” he said super clipped. His tone then changed, became more seductive. “But like, what were you doing right before I called?”

I thought back, still feeling the tinge of arousal. Deciding to play with him, torture him a little, I cozied into the couch a little more and started circling my nipple once more with my spare hand. “Well,” I began, “I was stretching when I realized how sensitive my breasts were.”

“Oh? Tell me more,” he replied.

“Yeah. So I took both of your favorite girls into my hands, and they were really overflowing - they don’t fit into my hands…”

“ Fuck ,” he breathed out. “What did you do to them?”

“They felt super tender, and bigger. And then my fingers grazed over my nipples…”

“I fucking love your nipples, honey.”

I chuckled at his response that came out on a groan, “I know you do, baby. So when I did that, I liked it. So I did it again and it got me all hot.”

“And then what? What were you going to do, being all hot and horny and home alone?”

“I don’t know. That’s when you called.”

I heard tires screeching over gravel outside. “Fuck baby, hold that thought. I’ll be there in…” and then the call cut out. I laughed while I heard Nicholas yelling outside, “Fucking piece of shit, hands-free…” as he barreled from the barnyard into the house.

He slammed the door behind him and as he rounded the corner into the living room, he was already half naked.

“Naked. Now.” That’s all he said as he scrambled to get his pants off, and all I could do was laugh as I watched him hop on one leg, trying to hold his balance and not fall flat on his ass while desperately trying to get his pants off.

We lay together after another amazing round of mind-blowing sex, chemistry, orgasms, and connection. Come to find out, the couch and rug on the floor were quite comfortable for our escapades.

Nicholas was circling my areolas, making my nipples into hard peaks for what felt like the millionth time this evening. They were so sensitive that I hissed out in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Honey, I think you’re pregnant,” Nicholas said so matter-of-factly, stealing all the air from the quiet room.

My eyes went wide as I stared at him. I finally managed to stutter, “Wh- what ?”

“Pregnant. I think you’re pregnant.”

“But-but, I can’t be… I’m-I’m broken.”

“There’s nothing broken about you - believe me,” he said as he kissed the crown of my head. “Our prayers and greatest wishes have been answered. We’re going to have a baby, baby.”

How could he be so confident? I couldn’t do anything but stare at him.

He just grinned at me. “Think about it,” he began and then recounted all of my symptoms . None of which I could dispute.

After he made his case and he let me sit with my thoughts for a few minutes, he quietly asked, “Do you want to find out right now - for sure?”

When I didn’t answer, he reached into the bookbag he’d had with him when he came home. From the front compartment of the bag he pulled out a box with pregnancy tests.

“Let’s go find out, moma,” is all he said as he pulled me to my feet.