Chapter 54: Bryn

Sawyer’s game against West College has been all everyone has been talking about. I guess their team and ours are big rivals. One of the current players on the team came from there and Sawyer is no fan of his. I don’t have much contact with the guy. Sawyer seems to always be right there, but he’s always glaring at me. I’m not sure what I did to him to get that look, but the rest of the team has been making my work so easy I can’t complain.

My energy has gone up a little more since my last doctor’s appointment and I actually feel pretty good even though I’ve had to move into maternity clothes. I wasn’t excited about that, but my belly is small enough that some regular sized pants with a little extra stretch works fine and going up a size or two in shirts means I get to keep my style even while pregnant. I’m sorry, but the maternity section looked like it was for a more mature woman. You know the career types that wear pant suits and heels all the time.

It didn’t feel right wearing them, so I needed to get creative. Poppy offered to fix up some jeans with a bit of elastic fabric on the sides so I can wear my normal style jeans too. It was such a relief.

“How’s the little man?” Sawyer asks.

I turn my head and my heart rate picks up. He’s just coming out of the shower and has a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair is wet and messy too. He looks like he walked right out of every girl’s fantasy, or I’m extremely horny today. That has been a big thing since I got pregnant. I was worried Sawyer would be weirded out by my growing stomach to want to have sex ever again, but I was wrong. He hasn’t slowed down one bit and has even gotten more create with positions, but right now there is something else I want to do.

“It could still be a girl.” I stutter out and he laughs.

He is heading toward the closet. “Wait!” I yell.

My throat goes dry seeing him like this and thinking of all the things we can do. Even though our sex life has been amazing, he refrains a few days before the game, so he is tense and pissed off. Apparently, being calm and satisfied is bad for athletes. I don’t think there is any scientific backing to go along with that claim, but whatever.

“What’s up?” He asks, putting his hands on his hips, making the muscles in his arms tense.

He’s been working out a lot more and wow, does it show? His shoulders and arms look more defined and everything else just looks…mouth watering.

“You have no idea how much it’s killing me that we can’t…you know…” I’m not sure why saying out loud that I want sex feels so weird, but mama bear needs something.

He smirks. “Do you need some TLC, baby? What do you want?”

I want to get down on my knees in front of him and lick him like a lollipop.

He breaks out laughing and has to hold himself up by resting his hands on the bed. “Fuck B…”

“What?” I yell at him, annoyed.

“I’ve never heard you say anything like that before.” He says, continuing to laugh.
I don’t find it as funny and decide to scoff and scowl at him. “Well, you’re a bad influence on me.”

“Or a good influence. You’re always ready for me, like you know when I want you. Are you wet for me now?” He asks, turning deadly serious.

The humor in the corner of his eyes is gone, and his eyes are intense. Those are his ‘I will rip your panties from your body’ stare and I’m happy to let him.

“Bryn…” He says my name low and deep like a warning. “What do you want? I can’t let you go down on me now because of the game, but I’m going to be more than ready when the game ends.” He drops his towel and climbs onto the bed. “But I can take care of you.”

I swallow hard because holy moly my panties are soaked.

“How does that sound?” He asks like my answer would ever be no.

My husband is freaking hot and a total sex god. How could I ever say no to him?

“Okay.” The word comes out as more of a squeak, but that can’t be helped.

He moves until he’s nearly laying on top of me and stops when our faces are only inches apart. “You don’t know how bad I want to fuck you right now.”

“I think I do.” I grumble, making him laugh.

“I bet. Let’s get rid of these.” He leans back on his heels, giving me a good look at how hard he is and my mouth waters.

I want to tackle him and take care of that for him, but he’s grabbing the hem of my legging and panties and yanking them off hard. The force of it pulls me down from where I was reclining against a few pillows. I can’t help but let out a smile laugh that makes Sawyer raise a brow at me, looking unimpressed by the sound that just came out of me. That only makes me laugh more, and now I’m half naked, cracking up. It’s like my brain flipped a switch and I can’t stop laughing to where my eyes are leaking tears.

“Bryn.” He says, but I barely hear him.

All the sexiness from a second ago has gone up in flames.

“Oh, my god! You looked so mad!” I say through my laughter.

He sighs and I expect him to climb off the bed and get dressed, but he doesn’t. While I’m in the middle of laughing, he grabs my hips and flips me on my stomach and my instincts kick in. My arms stretch out to catch myself, but his hands are holding onto my hips so tight that I probably wouldn’t have fallen.

“Screw it. You need to be taught a lesson.” He says and I don’t get another laugh or word out before he slams into me.

My body jolts forward and I cry out, but he doesn’t stop. No, he thrusts into me over and over, taking his annoyance out on me.

“Shit. You need to be more careful when you mess with me, Little Bee.” He growls, but his movements slow and then he rocks steadily into me, making me moan.

I’m not laughing anymore.

“W-what about waiting until after the game?” I stutter out just as he pushes all the way into me and goes still.

He groans loudly, which always makes my face burn. His body isn’t the only sinful thing about him. The sounds he makes…

“You got me angry enough that I’ll be able to fuck you now and still be ready for more.” He says before he leans over me and bites my neck.

It doesn’t hurt. It’s more playful, but I know it’s going to leave a mark.

“You know…” I’m almost too breathless to talk now. “You already got me pregnant. The marks aren’t needed.”

“Oh yeah? Then why do I see assholes looking at you like they want you? Our baby isn’t enough to stop anyone from wanting you. Not even that ring on your finger is enough. We’re going to be in another city with a whole other pool of assholes who don’t know you’re my girl. Maybe a few reminders will give them the message.” He sounds like he’s getting more pissed off, and for some reason, I love it.

It also makes me want to be a brat and get him really worked up. I’ve tried this many times, and the ending is always mind shattering. How do you think I got pregnant? He probably knocked the thing out after I pushed him too much. Still, I can’t seem to stop myself.

“Why don’t we just get your name tattooed on my forehead, then? That way, everyone will know. Then I won’t need to wear my ring because you name will be there for everyone to see.” I say sarcastically.

I squeal of surprise comes out of me when his hand comes down on my butt.

“Don’t provoke me, Bryn. You won’t ever take that ring off.” His deep throated warning makes me clench around him.

He curses under his breath and bucks against me again, and it takes me seconds to reach my climax and my whole body to go limp. It always does after sex. It’s like my mind goes to a place full of clouds and I get all warm and happy. He hasn’t finished yet, so he’s practically holding all my weight as he thrusts faster into me and with a deep groan, I feel his warmth fill me up.

“Shit. This is going to hurt my game today.” He mumbles before he pulls out and collapses on the bed next to me.

“Then I guess I’ll have to fix that.” I say teasingly before I slip my ring off and set it on the bedside table. “I guess I’m single tonight.

He gives me a look that says I’m in big trouble, and that is exactly what I wanted.