Authors: Andrea Smith
“God Gina,” he whispered hoarsely, “I feel like I’m ready to explode. I need to be inside of you now, babe.”
“That’s okay, Tristan. I need you there right now, too. It’s been awhile.”
Tristan lifted himself up, and straddled me, his hand parting my legs further. He guided his very swollen shaft into me; the fullness of it made me moan softly. His arms lifted my pelvic region up at an angle. He knew exactly how to position me so that his thrusting hit my sweet spots.
I writhed in pleasure as his thrusting continued, in his deep, slow rhythm. He was moaning softly with each thrust; I knew we were both going to climax soon.
“Are you ready, baby?”
“Umm yes,” I crooned to him.
His thrusting increased in momentum as his hands brought my hips up to his again and again. With one final thrust, we exploded together in orgasmic release. I could feel his penis throbbing as his liquid climax emptied inside of me over and over again.
He lowered himself back to me, kissing my neck, my face, my lips again and again. He whispered against my lips in between kisses.
“I love you, Gina.”
Our eyes were locked; I put my hand on his cheek as I felt a tear roll down mine. It was like that sometimes; I got so emotional when I looked into Tristan’s eyes. I could see his very soul. I could see his love and passion for me.
“I love you, Tristan.”
I called Tylar the next morning as planned.
“
Hey girlfriend,” I said, “Long time, no hear.”
“I hear that, Gina. Why haven’t you stayed in touch?”
“Hey Ty, that phone works both ways you know.”
“I know,” she laughed, practically giddy. “The truth is, I figured that you were probably swamped with the twins. By the way, the video Tristan sent is adorable!”
“Video?”
“Yeah, the one with you changing the babies in tandem, then one of the babies shot out poop and pee like a bomb on you,” she said, laughing her ass off. “It is so cute the way that Tristan edits it putting in words as if the baby is thinking those things; you know the one.”
(Actually, I didn’t. Evidently Tristan had learned how to video record without my knowledge. He probably had a ‘nanny cam’ hidden somewhere in the bedroom!)
“Oh yeah,” I lied, he is quite the cinematographer. “So how are Preston and Avery?”
“Doing great,” she said, “Preston is finishing up kindergarten this year. Hopefully, we will be coming to Bristol for a visit in June.”
“That’s fantastic, Ty. I really miss seeing you guys.”
“I do have a piece of good news,” she said. “I’m expecting a baby again. I’m due around the first of September.”
“Oh Ty, that is great. I am so very happy for you. Have you told Mom Susan yet?”
“No, we are going to tell her when we visit in June, so keep it to yourself, okay?”
“Will do,” I promised. “Are you still working with the horses?”
“Absolutely,” she said, “Marcus is still here with us. Oh, that reminds me; he just started dating a friend of yours. He’s acting like he’s getting all serious about her already.”
“Who?”
“Jo Anna from the club.”
“Jo Jo?” I asked.
“Yeah. I introduced them. You know, I knew Jo Jo from the brief period I was half owner. I don’t know why, but for some reason it just dawned on me one day to play matchmaker. I knew that Marcus didn’t know a lot of people in Atlanta since he had spent most of his adult years in Savannah, so I invited her out for lunch one afternoon. I had run into her the night of the grand opening of that ridiculous club that Ian and Libby opened. I guess the clientele is pretty weird there. She told me then she was going to be looking to go somewhere else. So anyway, after lunch we went riding. Marcus was immediately smitten with her. I knew they would be perfect for one another.”
“Just like you knew Tristan and I would be perfect together too, right?”
“Yep,” she said. “Was I right?”
“Absolutely, girlfriend. I owe you everything, Ty. I never would have met my Tristan, known true love and have birthed these beautiful babies if not for you.”
“That’s what BFF’s do, Gina.”
“I love you, Ty.”
“I love you too, Gina.”
Andrea Smith is an Ohio native and currently resides in Springfield, Ohio. Ms. Smith is the mother of two grown sons, and grandmother of four. The ‘Baby Series’ trilogy is Ms. Smith’s first self-published work. Having previously been employed as a staff manager for a large, global corporation for a number of years, Ms. Smith decided to leave the corporate world and pursue her life-long dream of writing fiction. She credits her former employer in a large part for assisting her in making this career choice. Ms. Smith discovered that reality is often times stranger than fiction in Corporate America. . .
Thank you for reading the Baby Series.