LOGIN"Nice chair." Her words break the stillness between us."Do you agree now that it's a classy gift?""Something like that," she says."Classy as fu –" I start to say, but she interrupts me."That's going to wind up being the baby's first word.""We're in the bedroom," I say. "It doesn't count.""Mm-hmm," she murmurs, her breath long and low."You know, this chair is good for lots of other positions," I point out helpfully."Oh, is it, now?" she asks.Since she asked, I take the opportunity to show her.Later, Kate breathes in deeply, her head snug on the pillow next to me, my hand lingering protectively on her belly. We're supposed to be at a cake taste-testing appointment in twenty minutes, something that's apparently uber-important, but Kate fell asleep after we broke in the new chair twice. With how exhausted she's been lately, I felt like it was better to be late to the appointment and let her sleep.The past few weeks, she's been tossing and turning at night, more and more uncomfo
DorianMy fiancé.My soon-to-be-wife.Katherine Harrison.The formerly stuck-up, too-nerdy-for-her-own-good girl from Brighton Academy who used to be the only thing about high school I'd look forward to every day. God, how I loved to get a rise out of her back then – I'd do anything I could to get those cheeks to flush bright red from embarrassment.And back then, that happened on a daily basis.Who would have thought that Katherine Harrison would be pregnant with my child? And that she would be marrying me in a few short weeks?Who would have thought that Katherine Harrison would be sitting astride my rigid cock, grinding her pussy against me as my hands caress her swollen breasts?She complains of their soreness, the fact that they've gotten several cup sizes larger in the past few months, and moans when I touch them now.Whether she's vocalizing pain or pleasure, I'm not quite sure.She rocks slowly on my cock, the movement subtle. Her pussy is swollen now, because of the pregnancy
KATEDorian laughs. "If I'd had known how hot this would be, I would have tried to knock you up a long time ago.""Classy," I say, the word more of a murmur than anything coherent as he slides his hand over my chest, cupping my breast through the fabric of my shirt."What's that, Angel?" Dorian asks. He runs his thumb across my nipple. It comes to attention underneath my bra, the response immediate. "If you think that was classy, you're going to love your gift."I inhale sharply through my teeth as he slides his finger underneath the top of my bra. "We said no gifts," I remind him. "The wedding…and the baby…""Yes?" he asks, looking at me as his finger continues to work its magic, stroking my nipple. He loves to tease me, knowing that my breasts are even more sensitive as the pregnancy goes on."We agreed…those were our gifts…" My breath is short, my words punctuated with little inhales as he continues to touch me. He smiles knowingly, aware of the fact that I'm wet for him, knowing t
KATE"Merry Effing Christmas."The sound of Dorian's voice cuts through the quiet stillness of the Boston apartment, and I smile.That voice.His voice.I haven’t gotten tired of hearing it yet, not once in the past four years since we’ve officially been together.It feels warm. It feels like home.Even if that voice is saying something like Merry Effing Christmas. The effing part is actually kind of endearing, since Dorian has been making an attempt to tone down his filthy mouth before the baby gets here.That’s right–I'm pregnant. With Dorian Reed's baby.Never in my life did I think I would be speaking those words.When I was in high school, if anyone would have told me that Dorian Reed, Brighton Academy’s Manwhore Extraordinaire, would end up being my husband, I'd have doubled over with laughter.Scratch that. I’d have probably slapped the person who said something that obscene.I’d say I used to hate Dorian Reed, but that would be an understatement. Back in high school, that boy
KatherineWe’re in Bali.Just when I think things can’t get any better, Dorian goes and does something like this. A surprise trip to Bali.It’s crazy and wonderful. But so is my life now. I have a life that’s better than I could have ever dreamed. It turns out that the gallery exhibit three years ago was just the beginning. My sketches and paintings have been selling well. I’m not exactly making millions of dollars, but I’m making enough money to do art full-time now that I’ve graduated from college, and that makes me indescribably happy.My father wasn’t thrilled about the whole art thing, but he’s come around. We’re cordial, and that’s good enough. He’s decided not to run for President, after all.He’s even been talking about retiring from politics altogether.I guess sometimes people do change.Dorian and I are both living proof of that. Dorian isn’t the person he was when we fell in love...and hate...that summer in New Hampshire. He’s grown up, into someone I’m proud to stand besi
DorianThree Years Later"Are you going to tell me where we're going?" she asks, her hand on her hip."Seriously, how do I even know that I've packed appropriately?"I shake my head. "Sorry, my lips are sealed," I tell her. "Do you trust me?"She puts her finger to the corner of her mouth and pretends to think for a minute."Hmm. That's debatable."Sliding my arms around her waist, I kiss her gently on the tip of her nose, before moving down to her full lips. Her mouth parts and I kiss her hungrily, my cock stirring as soon as my tongue enters her.I have to pull back and look at her for a minute. I can hardly believe my luck, being with Kate. When I saw her three years ago, standing there in the gallery surrounded by all of the sketches of me, I knew that was it. It was meant to be.That sounds corny as hell, but there you are.I’m a changed man, and it’s all Kate’s doing.I didn’t believe in happily ever afters. Lord knows that Ella has never been a great model for that. She’s back







