Chase
A few years later
“Hey, babe. I’m home.”
I’m met with cool silence as I shut the front door.
It’s a welcome respite after spending the day outside at the stadium with a bunch of ballplayers.
The sun in Florida is different, I swear. It’s only March but in the sun, it felt more like June.
“Eden?”
Tossing my keys onto the side table, I call out my wife’s name—even after a year, calling her that gives me a thrill that makes me borderline feral—as I walk through the house toward the back sliders.
Looking out at the pool, my gaze lands on the cabana and I grin, opening the slider.
As usual, when I see her, that magnetic pull that’s always been between us kicks in. My footsteps pick up the pace to get to her.
Ties hold back the curtains that cover the front of the enclosed hut, giving me a great view of Eden laid out on a chaise lounge.
I stop at the edge of the cabana and just watch her for a few moments.
Her blonde hair is piled in a messy bun on top of her head, tendrils around her face blowing lightly from the ceiling fan overhead.
The tiny red bikini she’s wearing combined with the smell of the coconut lotion I know is spread on her skin makes me instantly hard.
“Are you going to just stand there gawking at me or are you going to do something about it?”
She shoves her sunglasses up on her head, her turquoise eyes amused.
“I’m going to gawk and do something about it. Because you’re mine, Mrs. Hanover.”
Her skin flushes to a blush-pink and the turquoise in her eyes darkens to that navy blue when she’s turned on.
My gaze on hers, I step inside and grab the end of one of the ties. With a sharp tug, the cotton unfurls and the curtain falls. I move to the other curtain and repeat the motion.
With the curtains down, the cabana is cool and dim.
I move toward her, intent on getting between those thighs she’s rubbing together as soon as possible.
A smile curves her full lips, and she tosses her shades onto the table next to her.
She runs a hand over her belly and up until it’s cupping one of her full breasts. A finger flicks over her nipple, and soon both of them are straining against the flimsy fabric of her bikini top.
“Like something you see, Hanover?”
My chuckle is strangled-sounding when I stop at the end of her lounger. “You know I do.”
I flick the top snap of my baseball pants open. My cock strains against the zipper of my fly. “Get rid of that sorry excuse of a top.”
Holding my gaze, she reaches up and unties the string behind her neck and then the tie between her breasts, letting the top fall to the chaise.
“Good girl.” I reach behind my neck and pull my shirt over my head, tossing it aside.
She licks her lips, her eyes roaming over my chest.
I love the fact she’s as hungry for me as I am for her.
“Come here, Sunshine.”
Her breasts sway enticingly as she gets up and comes to stand in front of me. She looks up at me and quirks a brow, waiting for my next instruction.
I may be giving the commands, but I’m not foolish enough to think this woman doesn’t have me by the balls.
Rubbing a thumb along my bottom lip, I run my gaze from the top of her messy bun to the tips of her toes.
God, she’s fucking stunning.
And all mine.
“Turn around, baby.”
She turns around, and my cock swells in my pants when I see the bikini bottom she wears is a thong. “Damn, that’s hot.”
I move up close behind her and splay one hand over the tiny triangle that covers her pussy, the other hand coming up and cupping her breasts.
The scents of coconut oil and her desire fill the air around us.
“Tell me what you want, Eden,” I whisper in her ear.
Her breath comes out in small puffs as I tease her clit through the fabric of her bathing suit.
“I want you to fuck me.”
“Oh yeah? You want me to fuck you right here?”
“Yes. Please.”
“Say it again.”
“I want you to fuck me, Chase. Please. Right now.”
She’s writhing against me, her skin hot, her pussy soaking through her bikini bottoms.
“You’re ready for my cock, aren’t you?” I ask, applying a little more pressure against her clit.
“Yes, yes. Please. I need your dick inside me, please.”
“Hmmm…I love when you say please.”
The strings at her hips holding her bottoms on practically disintegrate under my fingers when I untie them.
She’s naked before me, and I want to tease her some more, but I’m quickly reaching the point of no return.
“Kneel on the chair and bend over.”
She does as I ask, leaning forward on her elbows, her ass up in the air.
It’s her turn to tease me when she does a little wiggle as though egging me on.
I free my painfully hard cock from its confines and kick my pants off. Lining up with her pussy, I bury myself inside her.
We both moan when we join together.
“Hold on, babe. You asked to be fucked, and that’s what I’m going to give you.”
Her moan of affirmation spurs me on, as I grip her hips and proceed to fuck her senseless.
But I don’t last long.
Her slick, wet heat makes gliding in and out of her effortless, driving me to the edge quickly.
When she comes, my name is on her lips and the walls of her pussy clamp around me, milking me until I can’t hold back.
I slam into her one last time and then still, coming so hard, I feel lightheaded.
It’s always like that with Eden, and yet it catches me off guard every time.
We collapse in a heap of tangled limbs on the lounger.
“One day, you’re going to give me a heart attack,” I say between pants.
Her eyes are closed as she tries to catch her breath. “Same,” she mumbles.
After a few moments, I gather her up next to me, kissing her forehead. “Love you, Mrs. Hanover.”
“Love you too, Mr. Hanover.”
Sated and satisfied, we lie quietly, listening to the sound of the ocean in the background.
Her phone rings from the side table, breaking the peaceful moment.
She rolls over to grab the phone, and my eyes trail down over her perfect bare ass.
I’m thinking it’s time for round two until she sits up straight and I see the look on her face. It’s full of panic as she looks at the screen.
“It’s Dr. Richards.”
“Oh, shit.”
I sit up next to her and her wide eyes meet mine. The mixture of hope and fear mirrors mine, I’m certain.
A year ago, the doctors had found a tumor in Eden’s uterus that required her to have it removed.
It was a devastating blow as we’d just gotten married, and having a family is important to us both.
After Eden grieved the fact that she wouldn’t be able to carry a baby herself, my girl did what she always does.
Pulled herself up by her bootstraps and soldiered on.
Since the doctors had saved her ovaries and they were perfectly healthy, we decided to try the surrogate route. It’s been long, intense, and emotional.
Especially when the first round of transplanted embryos didn’t take.
We’re on our second round now and on pins and needles waiting to see if our surrogate is pregnant.
She slides her finger across the screen. “Hello?”
I hear the doctor’s voice but can’t make out what she’s saying. Eden closes her eyes and her body tenses, but the rest of her face is blank.
Taking her hand in mine, I bring it to my mouth, lightly kissing it while she processes whatever it is the doctor is telling her.
After what feels like forever, Eden nods her head. “Yes, I understand. Thank you so much for calling.”
She opens her eyes but ducks her head.
Fuck, not again.
The first time, we didn’t worry about it too much. The doctors assured us it doesn’t always take the first time.
But if it doesn’t work this time around… Well, I don’t know how Eden’s going to react.
Hell, I don’t know how I’m going to react.
I can’t wait to have a little mini Eden running around this place, bossing everyone around, and wrapping me tight around her little pinkie.
Just like her beautiful mother.
Those turquoise eyes meet mine and they’re bright with tears.
My heart twists painfully in my chest. I want this as bad as Eden does.
Then her lips curve into a smile. “She’s pregnant!”
“What?”
Eden launches her naked body at me and I catch her before my brain realizes what she’s saying.
When she pulls away, her face is wet with tears, but judging by the huge smile on her face, they’re happy tears. “She’s pregnant. The embryos took!”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes!” She lays her hands on my shoulders. “We’re on our way to having our baby, Chase.”
“Holy shit.” I lean my forehead against hers. “I can’t believe it.”
“I know.”
I kiss her, softly at first, but then as our kiss lingers, I lay her back, covering her body with mine.
Looking down in the face of the most important person in the world to me, I see my future in her eyes.
And what I see warms me from the inside out with an intense happiness I’ve never felt before.
I cup her face and kiss her softly again. “Eden, I love you so much. I’ll be forever grateful you found me again, because I can’t imagine life without you. ”
Her fingertips trace my jaw, her lips curved in a smile. “Lucky for you, you don’t have to.”
Lucky for me indeed.
