Just A Small Town Girl (26 page)

I let my hands drop on a sigh and looked at my bedroom carpet.

Fisher’s hands replaced mine, which I had been expecting. What I didn’t expect was his hot mouth clamping over one nipple, then the next. He pushed my breasts together and trailed his tongue back and forth as if he couldn’t decide which nub he liked more and was very serious about showing equal attention to both until he figured it out.

Even more unexpected was the wave of pleasure his ministrations brought upon my body. I had never been especially sensitive to nipple play, but apparently pregnancy had changed that about my body. I pressed my legs together and bit my lip as a shudder passed through me. My eyes clamped shut and a deep moan pulled from my lips as Fisher bit down lightly on the nipple he was focusing on. I squeezed my legs tighter and released a moan that was half scream as he echoed that motion on the other. When he rolled one nipple between his thumb and forefinger while biting the other I came, my eyes squeezing shut as my legs shook, going weak, a primal sound ripping from my lungs.

Fisher carried my limp body to the bed and laid down next to me.

“Did you just…?” he whispered in awe.

I nodded, still out of breath.

“I
really
like those things,” he exclaimed, trailing a finger along my still sensitive flesh and earning a shiver from my body.

“I fucking
love
those things!” he exclaimed, pulling my leggings and panties down in one pull.

I watched as he removed his jeans and moved closer to me, his erection bobbing as he moved. I felt like my belly was in the way, preventing our usual fluidity and ease from happening, but Fisher didn’t seem to mind. He grabbed a pillow and propped it under my hips before dragging a finger across my slit. Fisher brought his wet finger to his mouth and sucked it dry, closing his eyes to savor the taste.

“Hell yes you came,” he growled, his fingers pinching my nipples firmly, making my back arch and pulling a cry come from my lips, “and you’re so wet for me now.”

He chose that second to drive into my body. I was instantly full and complete, basking in a happy place between one orgasm and the next. Fisher used my angled hips to push in deeper, hitting me in spots that hadn’t been stimulated since he left. I cried out and he pistoned his hips forward again, tickling those spots again and gaining a strangled moan from me.

“I. fucking. Missed. This.” He grit out, punctuating every word with a deep, cry inducing thrust.

This wasn’t my usual Fisher. My usual Fisher was sweet and slow when we had sex. This Fisher was passionate and ferocious. This Fisher wanted my body like a man marooned in the desert wanted water and I liked it; in fact I loved it. There was nothing wrong with old Fisher, I hoped to see him again soon, but new Fisher had me well on my way to a second orgasm and that had to count for something.

He placed a hand on each of my ankles, pushing them back toward my body, utilizing flexibility I didn’t think I had anymore, and suddenly he was even deeper, making my body convulse, squeezing tight around his erection as I came again.

“Fuck you make it hard not to come Baby,” he panted, his face pinched tight in concentration, “but I won’t stop until you’re screaming my name.” His promise-threat was punctuated by pulling out of my body and repositioning our bodies so he was on his back and I was straddling his hips, hovering over his erect penis.

“I’m too heavy to be on top,” I shook my head, trying to climb off of him.

“I’ve got you Piper,” he said softly, “You’re not that heavy and I want to watch those fine tits bounce while you ride me.”

I lowered myself slowly, trying to keep as much weight off of him as possible-my extra baby weight couldn’t be comfortable bearing down on him, and began to rock slowly.

“Mmm, that’s good,” he groaned, eyes glued to the spot where our bodies met.

Encouraged by his comment, I picked up the pace, bouncing on him with more enthusiasm. My eyes closed and my fingers rested on his chest as I reached a consistent pace, lost in the glide of our bodies together.

Fisher started to breathe heavier below me and I opened my eyes to take in his expression of enjoyment. As promised, his eyes were fixed on my breasts as they jostled over his face. I moved my hands to the headboard to give him a better view and began riding him faster, creating an overall reaction in him. His mouth opened in a gruff sound and his hips began to rise, meeting mine and giving my body a jolt I could feel ripple out to my chest. His hands came to rest on my waist and he began to force my hips down to meet his in a crazy rhythm, my clit getting a jolt of impact with each powerful thrust from below.

I cried out a jumble of curses, but Fisher wasn’t satisfied with my word choice, so he pulled me down on him harder, thrusting deep and fast until I was falling apart again.

“Oh god, Fisher!” I screamed as I came, feeling his warmth seep into me as I squeezed him tight inside.

He rolled me to my side and began devouring my breasts again, puling more exhalations of his name from my lips until I was limp and out of breath.

“You are the most beautiful woman in the world Piper,” he whispered when he was through, cupping my cheek in his hand, “You are beautiful to me no matter what; pregnant, fat, skinny, bald, it doesn’t matter-I’ll still want you, okay?”

“Okay,” I answered softly because when a man says something like that you believe him and you agree, “Who knew you were such a boob guy?”

“I’m a
you
guy Piper,” he answered, wrapping an arm around my waist to pull me close.

38 Weeks

Words couldn’t describe how nice it had been to have Fisher with me, in the flesh, for the last few weeks. He’d been a supportive father to be, helping me to finish up the nursery, singing to my belly, and constantly chatting with Sam about what my “optimal pre-natal diet” should consist of. He revealed to me that he’d been reading his own copy of
What to Expect When You’re Expecting
and was truly a support as the end of my pregnancy approached, asking all of the right questions and really listening to my responses. Beyond that, Fisher was also being the perfect boyfriend, even though I hadn’t agreed to officially be with him. He made a point of taking me out on dates once a week, telling me I was beautiful multiples times a day, and keeping in mind that I was more than just the uterus carrying his child. Still, with all of the perfection that was Travis Fisher in my life I wasn’t sure I could trust him with my heart again.

“Yeah?” I was half asleep and my voice was groggy. This happened a lot these days, my body was just always tired, I guess that’s what sharing your energy between two will do to you.

“I want you to be mine,” his hand tightened on me as if he was scared I would walk away.

“Fish-” I started, letting out a deep sigh, steadying myself to tell him all of the reasons we couldn’t be together again.

“Don’t say no,” he cut me off, “You don’t have to be my wife just yet. I want that so damn bad, but I know you’re not ready. I know I hurt you and I know we’ve been through some surprises and struggles, but at the end of the day I am so in love with you,” his voice caught and I turned my head to see his face full of emotion, love, pain, fear. He swallowed hard before continuing, “I am so in love with you that I don’t know how to exist, how to be without you belonging to me as much as I belong to you. I can’t imagine how my life would have been without you for the last year. I can’t remember how I ever survived without you to love. I mean I had Riley, but I was a zombie, living half a life, stressing out and watching my dream slowly die every day that went by,” he leaned forward and kissed my forehead, “I swear knocking you over is tied for the best accident of my life. I’m not asking you to marry me again Piper because I think that would send you running faster than I could catch you, but I am asking you to be with me. Let yourself love me as much as I know you do, as much as I love you.” His eyes were desperate as they searched mine.

“Are you sure you’re not-” I started.

“It’s not because you’re pregnant,” he answered my question before I even finished it.

“What if you-”

“The way I feel will never change,” he cupped my face between his hands, “It never has, ever since the day I realized I loved you and it never will, not when you have this baby, not when I go on tour again, not when you have another baby after this, not even when you’re old and wrinkly, I will never stop loving you Piper.”

Tears pricked my eyes at his words, “Fisher,” my voice lacked conviction, even to my own ears.

“You deserve this Piper, this love we have, why would you fight it?”

I mulled that thought over for a moment, letting the tears flow from my eyes, only to be caught by Fisher’s fingers on their way down. What was I proving anymore by keeping Fisher at arm’s length? I wasn’t even really doing that anymore. We slept in the same bed, he took me on dates, he treated me like I was his girlfriend and I treated him like he was my boyfriend. If I was trying to protect my heart I’d failed miserably on that front, he’d made his way into my heart long ago and there was no shaking him, no matter how long I let the words go unspoken. Even if I refused to tell him how I felt, what was that accomplishing? I was only hurting him by not telling him how I felt and that was not something I could be proud of.

“Fisher,” my voice cracked as tears travelled down my cheeks, “I need you,” I sighed, “I need you to be my partner in all of this. I need to be able to trust you not to hurt me. I need you to be the man I love.”

“So you do love me?” he chuckled slightly, wiping a tear from my cheek with his thumb.

I smacked his chest, but couldn’t help smiling, “is that all you heard?”

“That’s all I needed to hear Piper,” his face became serious as his hands dropped from my face to meet mine in my lap, “I love you and I am going to be a better man for you and Riley and Lia. I will never intentionally hurt you again. I want you to be my forever Piper and I hope you’ll let me be yours.”

I smiled, because that’s what you do when you finally let yourself accept that everything you ever really wanted out of life is sitting in front of you, clasping your shaky fingers in his warm hands.

This wasn’t a movie. Instead, I went into labor while sitting at work on September 20th. Dr. Schultz called Fisher while we drove to the hospital and when I got there Fisher was waiting, ready to start the next chapter of our lives together. June, Sam, and Patricia arrived shortly after. After six hours, the most immense pain of my life, about three hundred kisses from Fisher, seventy-five pictures taken by June, a small amount of anxious yelling at nurses on Patricia’s part, and Sam having to leave the delivery room after almost vomiting for the second time, I was watching through exhaustion clouded eyes as Fisher held our baby girl with tears dripping from his eyes.
“She’s perfect,” he said in awe, tipping her toward me, so we could look together.
Lia Mae Fisher had a full head of her father’s dark hair and my hazel eyes. She really was perfect and I couldn’t grasp the fact that she was part of me. I was a part of her. I wasn’t sure if Fisher was used to the surrealistic situation after looking at Riley every day, but I imagined I would never get over it. I looked at the man I loved and knew I wouldn’t get over him either. We’d both been through so many changes in the last few years and there was so much more to come. I wasn’t sure what would happen with his music, if we would live in Dunesville forever, if I would ever be able to work things out with my parents, but I was sure I wanted to figure it all out beside the man I loved.
“I want to marry you,” I blurted, drawing Fisher’s eyes from our baby girl for the first time in the last hour, “I promise, I am going to marry you one day.”
“You’re sure?” he asked, a crooked smile forming across his lips, “are we getting engaged here Piper?”
“Not just yet,” I blushed a little, “I need to take things slow, super slow, but I promise one day I will be ready. There’s just no one I will ever want to marry but you.”
“You promise?” Fisher teased, placing our baby girl in my arms.
“Yeah,” I smiled, accepting the little bundle and watching while he dug in his pockets, “I promise.”
“Well in that case,” he produced a tiny plastic bag with a ring inside, “I got this for you at our last stop on the tour. I know you’re not ready for an engagement and I knew you weren’t ready then, but I want you to have something that symbolizes my promise to love you and your promise to marry me one day.”

He shook the ring out of the bag and slipped it on my finger, it was a simple rope band with a diamond glittering in the center.

“Piper, I promise to love you and our children, to cherish you, to wait for you until you’ll finally let me change your last name, and to never apologize when I kiss you again,” he wrapped his fingers around mine and I smiled.

“I promise to marry you one day Fisher, to be the best mother I can be to our children, and to never run away from you again. You’re my forever,” I squeezed his hand.

“Damn right I am,” he whispered, before touching his lips to mine.