Page 112 of Forever Offsides

Incapable of words, I kiss her forehead and run a lazy finger up her spine. I touch my cum, and it makes me smile like the devil.

“Quinn?”

“Mmm.” That’s all I get, and it rouses me a bit more.

“Baby girl, are you with me?”

“In a minute.”

“But you’re okay?”

A nod.

I give us both another few minutes, but when she’s still quiet, I lift her chin and check her face. “Hey. Are you okay?”

“I was somewhere else. I’ve never had that so deep.”

Subspace. I’ve read about that. I’m clearly a novice when it comes to toys and really dirty fucking, but I’ve read about it or watched it in porn because I’ve always been more than a little curious.

“Don’t move, okay? I’m going to get you some water.”

I drag my tired, sore limbs out of bed, throw on my briefs, and practically fall down the stairs. Somehow, I manage my task and I bring her ice water. She hasn’t moved an inch, and I’m a little worried. The toy is lifeless on the bed on top of her leggings.

“Come here.” I help her sit up and bring the glass to her lips. She throws me a fisheye before she takes a sip.

“Thank you. Better. Wow, I can’t believe you had to do that for me.”

“Hey.” I stop her because now I know what that look was for. “Don’t do that. I like taking care of you. It doesn’t make you weak or less than.”

She huffs in mock outrage. “How did you know what I was thinking?”

I smile and cup her face so I can gently kiss her lips. “Because I know you. Relax. As I said before, I’ve got you.”

Her hand covers mine, and she sinks into me. “Thank you for that. I’m not good at relying on others, and I really suck at asking for help.”

“I know that about you too.” I kiss the tip of her nose. “Let’s shower.”

She nods and lets me pick her up. I carry Quinn a lot. I don’t even know why or what makes me do it. It’s the caveman in me, maybe. Or the guy who simply likes her close at all times. I don’t know, but if she lets me, I’ll carry her like this forever.

Quinn doesn’t do vulnerable, and I get it. It’s the hardest thing to be with another human. But it also means we’re more with each other. That if we can be this way, have all of this, then maybe we can take on anything. I hope.

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QUINN

“I’m putting down that I think the baby is going to look more like Aston than you,” a woman who works with Skylar says as she marks that off on her Baby Predictions and Advice sheet. “Though maybe that’s wishful thinking for you. He’s gorgeous and not round so that’d make delivery easier for you.” She tinkles out a laugh.

The baby isn’t technically Aston’s. It’s Skylar’s horrible ex’s, so that’s honestly just adding insult to injury. Not many people outside of our world know about that though. Aston is all in to be this baby’s dad, so as far as Sky is concerned, the baby is Aston’s.

I scrunch my nose in disgust at the woman. “Did you know you have something big and green in your teeth? You must have also sat in chocolate or something. Either that or you shit yourself and didn’t know it. Unrelated, and I’m not a dermatologist, but you really should have that thing on your neck looked at. I mean, I’m sure they have lasers or something that could tackle that bad boy.”

The woman turns bright red and runs off, and Skylar high-fives me.

“God, I hate her. Why my mother made me invite all the nurses as if it were a kindergarten birthday party is beyond me. This is somehow worse than the fake wedding party they made for us, and that was horrible.”

“But think of it this way: the cake is really good, and so is the food. Your grandmother knows how to throw a party.”

“She does. I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, but that wall of presents is really intimidating, and everyone keeps touching my belly without consent and asking the worst, most personal questions.”