“Not strong enough to be felt on the outside. And on the inside, it’s almost like tiny bubbles,” Bristol replied, her hands covering mine.
“Amazing,” I breathed.
I couldn’t wait to see Gemma pregnant with our little gosling someday. Hopefully, sooner rather than later, though, as she was already old enough for any pregnancy to be considered geriatric, and I wanted more than one. The clock was ticking.
“I’m sorry,” Gemma’s beautiful voice sounded from my right, and I peeked at her as my touch hovered over the life growing beneath Bristol’s skin. Gemma gestured between us. “Are you two . . . together?”
Bristol laughed, and I was quick to set my woman’s mind at ease. “Aw, come on, babe. You know there’s no one else for me but you.”
Straightening, I reluctantly dropped my hands, reaching for Gemma instead.
Fear flickered in her eyes, and she stepped back, both hands raised. “Don’t touch me.”
“Hey,” I cooed softly. “Are you okay?”
Gemma swallowed. “Not particularly.”
“If this is about Bristol, you have nothing to worry about. She’s my coach’s wife. I’m excited to be an honorary uncle, is all.”
Bristol offered Gemma a warm smile. “Sorry if I caused any problems. I should get back to work. It was nice to meet you, Gemma.”
Gemma finally dropped her hands. “You too.”
The sound of heels clacking on polished concrete grew distant as Bristol walked further away.
“What’s wrong, babe?” I leaned one shoulder against the wall, crossing my legs.
“I’m not yourbabe,” she forced out, jaw clenched tight.
“Right.” I nodded. “You’re my Kitten.”
A flush crept up her neck and onto her cheeks, the same vibrant shade of pink as the first bouquet of roses I’d sent—my new favorite color.
“I can’t tell you how happy I am that you came to visit me at work,” I began. “I was just thinking—”
“I’m gonna stop you right there.” Gemma’s arms crossed beneath her mouthwateringly full tits, pushing them up. “I’m not here because I want to be.”
“No?” I arched an eyebrow.
“No.” She gave a single sharp shake of her head. “Consider this a verbal cease and desist. The flowers were lovely, but I need you to stop sending them.”
I tsked. “Honey—”
“No! No more honey, no more babe, no more Kitten. No more anything else your psychotic mind can think up. We are not together. We will never be together. So just stop.”
She kept talking, but I stopped listening, too transfixed by the way her mouth moved, how her lips wrapped around every word. Dragging my gaze lower, I watched as her handsflailed wildly and her not-so-tiny feet stomped in emphasis. Uninhibited like this, expressing herself freely—even if it was brought on by anger—she’d never been more beautiful.
Suddenly, I was grateful I wore athletic shorts over my skintight performance leggings because my blood rushing south would have been extremely noticeable. Not that I wouldn’t love to catch a glimpse of her face when she realized how much her ranting was turning me on.
I winced, my erection growing painful and in need of adjustment.
“Have I struck a nerve?” Gemma taunted. “Is this finally sinking in?”
Jesus, this woman was going to be the death of me. The only thing I wanted to sink into was her warm pussy with my throbbing hard dick.
Gemma gave me an expectant look, waiting for my response.
Not wanting to disappoint, I shot her straight.
