Page 97 of Coach Sully
His wife. I pinch my eyes shut as my orgasm builds. He called me hiswife.
Sully withdraws and spins me around, picking me up and dropping me on his dick. Leaning back, I brace my arms on the window frame so as to not put pressure on my belly. The way he stuffs me is almost too much. My jaw drops, and he presses his forehead to mine as if the wordwifeis painted across my face. “That’s right, baby girl.”
Our gazes burn together as he bounces me up and down on him. Everything is so intense. My walls tighten around him, and I know it’s about to hit.
“Let Daddy feel you come on his cock…” He smirks at me and nods. “Come for me.”
And I do. I cry out with my fingers digging into his muscles.
“Just like that.”
With my back to the cold window, the pressure is taken off my arms. He bangs a fist on the glass behind me as his thrusts become more erratic. I gaze up into his fierce eyes.
“Mine,” he growls. It’s all he says before his climax takes over. I love watching this man come. Seeing his possessive expression fracture into a million pieces is a look that only I will ever know. No other woman has that part of him. He reserves it for me alone. It’s mine as much as he is, and I’ll never have to share him again.
Suddenly, I feel a warm gush of water.
“Fuck, baby! I love it when you squirt.”
This isn’t an orgasm.
“No, I’m—I’m not—Oh my god, I think my water just broke.”
Sully steps back, and we stare at the pool of water soaking into the floor between us.
“It’s too early. I’m only thirty-eight weeks,” I mumble.
He takes a deep breath. “Sweetheart, I think Bo is coming early. The emergency bag is still in your car, right?”
I nod, unable to look away from the floor.
“Everything is going to be okay. Let’s get you dressed.” He grabs my dress, which is thankfully dry, and efficiently drags it over my body as I stand there like a statue. We’ve attended the classes, read the books, but still nothing has prepared me for the moment of it actually happening. I’m in labor.
“Sully, I’m scared.”
He extracts my hair from the back of the dress and slides my jacket over my arms, then cups my face. “Kendra, baby. You are the strongest woman I know. If anyone can do this, it’s you. Even if Bo decided to get the drop on us, your body knows what to do. I will be at your side every step of the way. You’re not alone.”
I exhale. He’s right. I’m not alone anymore. I have him. I trust him.
“Remember how we practiced visualizations? Right now, I only want you to think about meeting our baby for the first time. I’ll take care of the rest.”
I nod, exhaling a slow breath. “I love you.”
“I love you too. Time to go.”
“It’s a girl!” the doctor announces proudly at 8:14 a.m.
A wail rips from Kendra’s throat as she collapses back on the inclined hospital bed, and a nurse places our daughter on Kendra’s bare chest, covering them both with a pink, blue, and white striped blanket. She’s exhausted after spending the last ninety-six minutes pushing. I thought I knew Kendra’s strength, but it was only the tip of the iceberg. She’s a force of nature. Watching her bring life into this world has me falling even more in love with her.
I’m hypnotized as I take in the mother of my child holding our newborn daughter, who calms as soon as she’s placed against Kendra’s chest. I’ve never felt more whole. Hockey has nothing on this. With glassy eyes, Kendra takes my hand and pulls me close. I choke down the lump in my throat and wrap my arms around both of them.
“You’re incredible, baby.” I press my lips to her forehead. “I’m so proud of you.”
Her hand squeezes mine.
“She’s so beautiful,” she whispers. “I can’t believe how beautiful she is.”
“Of course she’s beautiful, have you seen her mom?”