It had changed both our lives.
I would like to say after the pair of us left the fertility clinic that day, the news good and future hopeful, we did a little more talking about what was next. We had an entire drive over to December’s baby shower, and though we had chatted in the parking lot, we didn’t exactly leave the parking lot.
At least, not right away.
It was like a switch went off, and next thing I knew, I was in Ramses’s lap in his Mercedes. Dr. Powell had given us the okay to move forward with conception…
And I guess we wanted some practice.
My hands hit the top of his car, my top unbuttoned as Ramses slammed into me from below. We typically liked to drive my car since it was an SUV. After he graduated, we’d moved in together into his Maywood Heights home and our cars had become interchangeable. We did like to drive my car since it was bigger and it gave us more room when, well, we got distracted with each other. I’d like to say parking lot fucks didn’t happen a lot but…
“Fuck, Jersey girl. Fuck,” he gritted, his powerful thighs slapping against mine. He’d gotten blackout windows so at least people didn’t see us doing this crap, but still, it mortified me every time. That I literally couldn’t keep my hands off this man for even a second longer to get home, or in this case, wait until after his friend’s baby shower. December was only about fourteen weeks, but she’d already had a couple. The first, Ramses had actually helped her with, volunteering because he was just perfect and couldn’t help himself. Something told me when he did finally become a dad, he’d run through fire and brimstone for our child. Especially if she was a girl.
Our child.
We obviously hadn’t decided yet, but the possibility warmed my insides as much his mouth on my flushed skin. I did see myself having kids with him. I must have because we went to a fertility clinic. Ramses had me wanting to take chances again and explore new possibilities.
Smiling, I secured our lips, rocking my hips as his length tunneled deep. He hit me in places I didn’t even know he could reach with the massive size of his cock, his hand slamming to the window as he gripped my hip. Digging in his heels, he used the traction to pretty much split me apart. He peppered my chest in hot kisses, tonging me between my breasts.
“We’re going to be late,” I gasped, gripping his shoulders. Even as I said the words, I closed my eyes.
His chuckle, gritted and aroused, escaped before he bit my chest. I’d already been on the cusp of an orgasm.
And then, he did that.
It ripped through me, a blaze to a dry desert. All explosion. All fury, passion, and complete heat.
“Fuck.” On his heels, he did the same, his head rolling back and digging into the headrest. His fist punched to the ceiling on his way down from the high.
I laced my arms around him as my hips jutted, my inner walls spasming. His warmth burst into me, and I knew we’d have to do a quick clean up. We’d stopped using condoms a while back. Actually, not long after he’d proposed a few weeks ago. I’d always been on birth control and we both tested clean, but not wearing condoms was another sign of trust. One we both gave the other.
My hands smoothed across his jaw as I kissed him. I wore the diamond ring with ease on my left hand.
The same went for the band below.
This was a new development, the one on his left hand the same. We’d done something impulsive not long ago, something totally Ramses and not me. What could I say, Ramses Mallick had me taking more of those chances.
I’d take a million more.
His was gold on his left, the metal currently pressed into my waist. The decision to get married one shouldn’t take lightly, and we hadn’t. I mean, this was my second marriage and his first. It just felt right so we’d done it, and hell, if someone should disagree with that.
This was just another step toward the completion of us. A world of our own creation and rules. We wanted to get it done before he started really getting involved with his new businesses and I left for the summer. I was planning another dig overseas. I was going back to the basics for my research, and I’d probably see Ramses every few weeks as his schedule permitted. He was going to be increasingly busy in the upcoming months, and though I told him the dig would just be for the summer (I was coming back to teach in the fall), he made sure to write me into his schedule. Hell, he’d even agreed to put his life and plans on hold until I finished.
Of course, he had.
That was just him, but I was also me and I didn’t let him. We could both get out of life the things we wanted and would. He couldn’t get rid of me now that he’d placed this ring on my finger.
Once we got ourselves together (and I got out of his lap), we finally made it over to Royal and December’s for her latest shower. I really couldn’t remember who was throwing this one for her. She had so many people who loved and cared about her around her. It made me excited to be a part of this community. Ramses and I were settling here in Maywood Heights, building our lives and our futures, and it seemed we already had a fine support system to back us. Outside of Evie and her fiancé (yes, that had happened), Ramses had his friends from high school. I’d finally met them all at his graduation party, and we’d even all hung out together after.
I wouldn’t lie. I had felt older than everyone else, but that came with the territory. Ramses had actually met some of my friends, too, when they came down from Jersey for his graduation party. Evelyn had basically invited everyone both Ramses and I knew. Especially when I’d told her I planned to propose to her son.
Was it weird my good friend and mentor was my mother-in-law now? Yes, but was I dealing with it?
More than well.
Ramses and I showed up only partially late to December’s event, and of course, the mommy-to-be spotted him the moment we arrived. This shower was at Royal and December’s house in Maywood Heights, a huge property in a gated cul de sac community. They basically lived in a castle like many of their friends. Knight and Greer didn’t live in the same neighborhood, but their friends Jaxen and Cleo had moved in down the street. I’d heard their friend LJ and his girlfriend Billie were looking into the neighborhood as well.
“There you are!” December called, scurrying her way over in probably the cutest little top to show her baby bump off ever. She was still quite small, and from what I understood, the couple had been adamant about not knowing the sex of the baby at all prior to delivery. This, of course, drove the rest of us crazy, and already, I’d come to love this girl. She brought so much high-powered energy into Ramses’s life and mine now as well. She hugged him tight upon getting to us. “Fashionably late.”
“Well, uh, you know.” Ramses passed off, chuckling. He brushed a kiss on her head before releasing her to me.
“Hmm,” she said, eyeing him before taking me in the biggest hug. She loved hugs, and once done, she didn’t let me go. She pointed at Ramses. “I’d be more hurt if everyone else didn’t show up late, too.”
She said this loud enough as she whipped around toward the others she’d previously been with. As per usual, their friends were coupled up. I spotted Knight, LJ, Jax, and their girlfriends all over by the food table. This particular shower was in the Prinzes’ backyard with enough landscape design to place them well in the company of those featured in Better Homes and Gardens. I was talking hedges designed like animals and ponds with colorful fish. Completely fabulous, gorgeous.