Nameless (65 page)

“Huh.” His
warm, pliant body tensed slightly behind her, and she knew he’d finally woken
up.

“Would you mind
taking your hard-on over to your side of the bed?” she asked grumpily. “I’m
trying to sleep.”

“Oh.” Seth
still sounded half-asleep, but he managed to roll away from her. “Should have
told me.”

Feeling a
delicious sense of freedom, Erin pushed down the bedcovers, letting the cool
air of the room waft over her hot skin. Her back was sore, so she tried to
stretch it, but it didn’t help much. She still felt stiff and irritable and
clunky.

“Y’right?” Seth
mumbled, his voice no longer right at her ear.

“Yeah. Just hot
and stiff. What time is it?” There were two clocks in the room, but Erin was
far too lazy to turn her head enough to look at one of them.

“Six-thirty. You
were supposed to sleep in today.”

“I am. I’m not
moving for another two hours at least.” Feeling cooler now, she pulled up the
bedcovers. Realized something else. “Except I have to pee.”

“That’s
unfortunate.” She could feel Seth shifting on the mattress beside her, even
though she wasn’t looking in his direction. “I, however, have misfortunes of my
own.”

Erin huffed.
“It’s not my fault you always wake up hard.”

“Not always.”
He was obviously fully awake now, and his voice was cool and natural. “But I
would have thought, since I’m not working today and we were intending to sleep
in, that this is one morning when we could actually do something about my
unfortunate condition.”

“I’m not sure
I’m in the mood.” She wore a cotton chemise, and she pulled it down to cover
her hips—which were a little rounder than they’d been seven months ago. “I have
my own conditions, and I have to pee.”

“Believe it or
not,” Seth drawled from his side of the bed. “There’s a fairly simple solution
to that dilemma.”

Erin gave an
anguished groan at the thought, but she managed to roll off the bed and heave
herself into a standing position. Then she padded clumsily to the bathroom in
her bare feet.

When she
returned to bed a few minutes later, she crawled back under the covers and gave
a contented sigh. Gloried in the feel of being awake in bed in the morning but
not having any pressing reason to get up.

It was
Saturday, but Seth often worked on Saturday mornings. Because he wasn’t going
to work today, it felt almost like a holiday.

“Now that
your
pressing need is taken care of,” he said, “we could consider doing something
about mine.”

“I have to
think about it.” She closed her eyes and wished she could fall right back to
sleep. “To see if I’m in the mood.”

“All right.”

So Erin thought
about it. Thought about making love to Seth. About letting him tease her into
arousal and then slid his cock inside her. About letting him fuck her until she
was thrashing and screaming with pleasure.

Erin thought
about it so much and so vividly that, ten minutes later, she was really turned
on.

“Okay,” she
said breathlessly, hoping he hadn’t gone back to sleep. “I’m in the mood.”

Seth was still
awake.

As soon as she
spoke, he rolled back over, fitting his naked body against her back. He tucked
one of his arms under her shoulder until he was holding her in an embrace. Then
he used his other arm to stroke her breasts, belly, and thighs—sliding his palm
over the thin fabric of her chemise.

This time, the
feel of his hard cock against her ass wasn’t uncomfortable. In fact, every time
she felt it rub against her, her inner muscles clenched instinctively, as if
she were trying to pull him inside her.

She was flushed
again—this time with erotic urgency—when he slipped a hand between her legs.
His lips worked on the side of her neck, mouthing at the delicate skin there.
Then his fingers nudged her thighs apart and slipped between her folds.

Erin gasped as
she felt his finger slide in. She rubbed her hips against his pelvis, trying to
get any friction she could.

Then Seth
pushed her chemise up until it was bunched around her waist and bent her
forward a little to give himself better access.

She felt his
cock push against her entrance. She hummed in anticipation. Then felt him start
to penetrate her.

“Yeah,” she
breathed, when he’d buried himself inside her. Straightening up so she could
feel the whole length of his body against hers, she sighed, “So good.”

“Hmm,” Seth
agreed throatily, his free hand brushing over her lush curves until it stroked
its way down to her throbbing clit. “Good.”

Erin whimpered
again when she felt two of his fingers rubbing little circles over her clit.
The pressure of an orgasm began to build. “Just like that,” she whispered,
starting to pump her hips back against him, seeking a rhythm.

Seth pulled his
pelvis back and stroked into her, nudging her legs apart a little more. His
breath was hot and rushed at her ear, mingling into the texture of Erin's own
gasps.

She moaned in
deep pleasure and waited for his next thrust. Lifted her upper thigh some more,
wanting to feel him as much as she could.

He thrust
again, and Erin bumped her ass back, unable to hold herself still.

Then he
initiated a steady, leisurely rhythm, working her over with his hand and
thrusting into her from behind. Soon Erin was writhing and gasping and fumbling
for something to hold onto. Her orgasm welled up quickly, and she was gasping out
silly combinations of the words, “Yes” and “Seth.”

Seth had been
alternating between nuzzling her hair and mouthing her neck, but suddenly she
felt his teeth close down on the skin at her jaw.

The slight pain
was enough to push her over the edge, and she came, trapped in the pleasurable
friction between his fingers on her clit and his cock inside her.

She froze as
the waves of pleasure washed over her. Then she pumped against him clumsily,
trying to draw out the contractions.

As she
tightened ruthlessly around him, Seth gave a hoarse grunt and started thrusting
harder and faster.

His thrusts
were almost excruciating, the friction so powerful against her sensitive flesh.

He kept
massaging her swollen clit, and Erin couldn’t stop making mewling noises—her
entire body felt so incredibly good. She was panting desperately now, and she
could hear that Seth was too.

Then he started
grunting, and his motion became less controlled, more urgent, almost wild.

“Yeah, Seth. Come.”

He was losing
the precise massage of her clit, but he kept pushing into it with his fingers,
generating deep pleasure that all seemed to coalesce somewhere below her belly.

His grunting
was rhythmic and erotic, and Erin felt herself instinctively responding, with
breathless, matching grunts of “Uh huh.”

Until she came
again, the tension breaking inside of her as she convulsed frantically,
grabbing behind her to claw at Seth’s bare hip.

Seth pelvis
jerked a few last times. And he bit out, “Erin,” and “Love.” Then he came too,
his release pulsing through both his body and hers.

Seth was
breathing in fast, thick pants against her neck when Erin finally felt herself
come down. Her body was washed with relaxation, and she stretched out again,
feeling drowsy and warm and content.

One of Seth’s
hands had settled on her belly, and Erin’s covered it there. Then she turned her
head so he could kiss her.

“Best morning
I’ve had in a long time,” Seth murmured.

She smiled. “Me
too. You should skip work more often.”

Seth’s only response
was to kiss her again.

They lay
together for a long time, until Seth’s softened cock eventually slipped out,
and Erin could feel the moisture from their coupling leaking out between her
thighs.

She squirmed
uncomfortably but refrained from complaining.

Eventually, she
said, “We should check on Mackenzie. She’s probably awake by now.”

“Hmm,” Seth
murmured noncommittally.

“I’d hate to
think the poor little pumpkin was standing pathetically at the gate, waiting to
get out.”

“I’m sure we’d
have heard about it if she was.” His hand was idly caressing the tight skin of
her belly.

They had
switched Mackenzie’s crib out for a toddler bed a few weeks ago, as they were
approaching her second birthday, and the transition had gone remarkably well.
But they’d installed a baby gate at the door of her bedroom, so she wouldn’t be
able to roam around the whole apartment during the night, which she’d done a
couple of times at first.

“Please? It’s
almost seven-thirty. She usually gets up before seven.”

Seth grumbled
under his breath, but he rolled over, pulled himself out of bed, grabbed a pair
of trousers to put on, then paced out of the room toward Mackenzie’s nursery.

Erin decided
she had to pee again, so she ran to the bathroom as quickly as she could. Went
and then cleaned herself up a little. Managed to get back in bed before Seth
returned—so he wouldn’t know she'd gotten up anyway, despite her insistence on
his being the one to check on their daughter.

Shortly, Seth
returned to the bedroom. Left the door open, but got back into bed in his
trousers and scooted over to spoon Erin again from behind. “She’s fine.”

“She was
awake?”

“Yes. She’d
gotten out of bed and was playing very happily by herself. She had all her
stuffed rabbits lined up in rows on the floor. In fact, she looked rather peeved
when I interrupted her fun.”

“I guess it’s a
good sign that she knows how to amuse herself. How was her diaper?”

“Wet,” Seth
replied, draping his arm around her again. “The first thing she did was
announce that she had ‘gone peepee’ in her diaper. And then she glared at me as
if it were my fault.”

They had
started toilet-training recently, and Mackenzie was therefore intensely
fascinated with her peeing and pooping schedule.

Erin giggled.
“Poor Seth. Gets blamed for everything.”

Seth leaned his
head forward so he could kiss the sensitive spot just under her ear. “The
injustice is appalling,” he murmured huskily, the vibrations sending shivers
down her spine.

“What is she
doing now?”

“Playing with
her rabbits. I told her to come find us when she’s done.”

Erin felt an
unavoidable thread of worry. She shifted a little. “Maybe I should go—”

“She’s fine,” Seth
insisted.

“Right,” Erin
mumbled in agreement.

“We should
enjoy the peace and quiet.”

Erin smiled and
nestled back into his body. “Yeah, I suppose. For a few minutes, at least. I’m
sure she’ll get bored pretty soon anyway.”

“I thought you
weren’t going to get out of bed until 8:30.” His lips were against her skin again
and his tone was taking on that husky tone that Erin knew very well. “That sounded
like a good plan to me.”

She chuckled
and reached up to pat his cheek. “Sweetie, I think we’ve had all of that kind
of fun that we’re going to have this morning. Mackenzie’s going to barge in at
any moment.”

Seth exhaled
resignedly. “I wasn’t suggesting anything. It’s not like I’m constantly trying to
jump you, you know.”

She wriggled
her butt against his groin. “How disappointing. And here I thought I’ve been
looking so irresistibly voluptuous for the last few months.”

She could feel Seth
smiling against her hair. “Voluptuous doesn’t even come close.”

Erin shivered
again.

“Mommy,” a little
voice came from the hall.

Seth released
another resigned sigh.

“Mommy,” Mackenzie
called again. Then a little redheaded girl appeared in the doorway, with messy
hair, bare feet, and a lavender cotton nightgown.

“Good morning,
pumpkin,” Erin told her daughter with a smile as she padded over toward the
bed. “Are you done playing with your bunnies?”

“Yes.
G’mornin,” Mackenzie replied seriously. “Daddy is hugging Mommy?”

“Yes.” Seth’s
arm was still draped over Erin’s waist. “I was hugging your mommy.”

“Sist’ is
sleeping?” Mackenzie added, staring at the curve of Erin’s belly.

“Yes,” Erin
responded, her hand moving to the large swell of her stomach. “Your sister is
sleeping. In two months, you’ll be able to
see
her sleeping.”

Mackenzie nodded
intently. “Sist’ sleeps.”

“Are you ready
for breakfast?” Seth asked.

Mackenzie’s
little forehead wrinkled for a moment. Then she pronounced, “Mac goes peepee.”

“Did you
already
go peepee?” Erin asked. “Or do you
need
to go peepee.”

“Mac
needs
go peepee.”

Nodding
encouragingly, Erin replied, “Okay. You better go sit on your potty then. Do
you want any help?”

Mackenzie shook
her head and stuck out her chin. “Mac peepees by herself.”

“Then you’d
better hurry,” Seth suggested.

With another
sober nod, Mackenzie turned around and scampered toward the bathroom in the
hall.

Chuckling, Erin
stretched one more time and then pulled her cumbersome body out of bed with a
last groan. “I better check on her, and you can go start to make me some
pancakes.”

Seth arched one
eyebrow. “Pancakes, is it? And you’re expecting
me
to make them?”

How he managed
to look smug and sophisticated, while lying half-naked on a rumpled bed, Erin
would never know. “Of course. I’m in a delicate condition.” She rubbed her
belly, which was large and awkward and anything but delicate. “And you make the
best pancakes.”

He shook his
head with a fond smile, and Erin went to find Mackenzie in the bathroom.

The toddler was
sitting on the tiny child’s toilet that Seth had insisted on having installed
in the bathroom next to the normal-sized one. The miniature toilet made Erin
giggle every time she saw it, but it certainly was very convenient to not have
to empty out a standard potty chair.