Sweet Alibi (59 page)

I caught it before it had a chance to take me out. “Babe, I don’t think my swimmers need any help.” I winked at her, setting the book back on the nightstand and standing beside her contorted form on the bed.
 

“Well, dear, my eggs may say otherwise since it’s been three months since we started trying . . .” Her voice trailed off, water misting her eyes.
 

“Georgia . . .” I sat beside her on the bed and threaded my fingers through her long, chocolate locks. “It’s gonna happen for us, baby, just give it time. Can’t stress affect it? We had so much going on over the holidays. Just give things some time to calm down.” I dusted a kiss along her temple.
 

“Yeah, but what if I can’t have kids? What if I’m barren? I’ve been on birth control for years, Tristan.
Years
. Maybe that makes a person sterile long-term.” She wiggled her hips and arched her ass farther in the air.
 

“Did you read that somewhere?”

“No, but—”

“No buts. It’ll just take time.” I placed a soft kiss on her cheek before pulling on a pair of jeans that were lying in a heap on the floor.

 
I was about to head to the porch to call Trevor for our Saturday morning sports recap. After we'd gotten the paternity test results and found out that I wasn't Trevor's dad, I'd called Lexi and we'd talked for a long time. It broke my heart to explain to Trevor that I wasn't technically his dad, but that I still wanted to hang out with him. Apparently the only other guy that could be his biological dad had problems with drugs and alcohol so Lexi didn't want him in Trevor's life. I agreed with her, and I'd grown attached to the little guy, so I promised to swing by and see him whenever I was in Jacksonville and continue to call him at least once a week.
 

“Can’t it take up to a year for your system to readjust without the birth control anyway?” I tried to ease her mind as I shrugged a button down over my shoulders.

“Yeah.” She heaved a sigh. My hands dropped to my sides before I could button the shirt. She was so adorable, her eyebrows furrowed with worry, her legs hiked up, only a sheet covering her soft body.
 

Happiest day of my life when she’d said yes.
 

“Stop worrying, beautiful.” I bent to kiss her.

“Come down here and keep me company. I have to sit like this for thirty minutes.”

I rolled my eyes at her refusal to accept my reassurances. “I’m telling you, my swimmers? Strong. They don’t need the help. But I will lie in bed next to your hot little body.” I grinned and tweaked her nipple as I rolled onto the bed with her.
 

“Ow. You’re a sadist.” She grabbed her breast and massaged it in her hand.
 

“By all means then, let me help.” I lowered my head, hair falling across my forehead, and sucked her little pink nipple between my lips, caressing it with my tongue, pulling on it, and drawing it out.
 

“Ugh,” she whimpered and held my head to her chest.
 

“Ready again, baby?”
 

“Thirty minutes,” she moaned. Jesus Christ, she was determined to follow that book, no matter what.
 

“Might help our chances to double the dose of swimmers.” I grinned and sucked her other nipple into my mouth.
 

“Mmm . . . I don’t think that’s how it works,” she whispered as she threaded her fingers in my hair and I got lost in her all over again.
 

* * *

“You’re thinking about adopting?” I heard Georgia murmur over the phone. She sat perched on a deck chair, the misty air swirling her brown locks around her shoulders as she talked with Silas on the phone. I watched her from the French doors, listening in on her conversation.
 

We’d been married for six months, and been trying for a baby since the first night we’d gotten home from our honeymoon, without luck. I knew that every month that passed she grew sadder and sadder. She was becoming more affected by our inability to conceive and it ripped my heart out to watch her sadly shuffle into the room and announce that she’d gotten her period yet again.
 

She was losing heart.
 

Every month, we tried when she was fertile, but that wasn’t the only time we were having sex, because we were still as insatiable as ever. I couldn’t get enough of her, but now, during her fertile window, she went to great lengths to encourage the swimmers, as she said. I tried to make a joke, tried to make it a laughing matter, but I could tell the humor was slowly leaving her.
 

The thing she’d always dreamed of, the life she’d always wanted, and we were having trouble making it happen. I’d already gone to the doctor to see if it was me. I’d splooged in a cup, nervous that it could be my fault that we hadn't yet made a baby. The counts had come back good. Motility perfect. I prayed to God this wasn’t a permanent problem, I didn’t know if Georgia could deal with something else being taken away from her.
 

“Hey, babe. How’s Silas?” I wrapped one arm around her as she tucked herself into me. She nuzzled into my neck and took a deep breath. Scenting me, taking me in, she’d been doing exactly this since the beginning and it made me delirious with love and desire for her.
 

“Good. He and Justin are thinking of adopting.”

“Yeah? That would be great. They’d be great dads.”
 

“Yeah . . . I just wish it wasn’t so hard for us . . .”

“I know, Georgia.” I’d stopped telling her to give it more time because truth be told, I wasn’t sure that was all it would take anymore. I was scared that there was something wrong and that thought made my heart ache.
 

* * *

“Happy birthday, man.” Gavin swatted me on the shoulder, beer in hand. Bennett ran full tilt across the living room and out the French doors, Charlie hot on his heels. His laughter echoed on the wind as Georgia and Drew giggled at his antics.

“Thanks.” I tipped my beer to my lips. The start of the summer season: May, my birthday, and the time of year that business ramped up for the beach house. This day was usually hard for me, but since Georgia had come into my life, it had become something different. Something worth celebrating when she was here.

 
Drew and Gavin had married on Valentine's Day. They were spending the weekend with us. Silas mixed cocktails in the kitchen while Justin chatted with the girls outside. Our perfect little extended family. Silas and Justin had decided to move along with trying to adopt and were looking at a beautiful little girl from Romania.
 

“Presents,” Georgia called as she motioned me over to the kitchen table that was set up with gifts. I rolled my eyes because somehow this felt less like a thirty-year-old's party and more like one for a ten-year-old. I indulged her, though. She loved this stuff.
 

“This is great.” I grinned as I opened a kit to make your own beer at home.
 

“Such a guy gift.” Drew rolled her eyes and rubbed her belly. Soon after they’d gotten married, she’d found out they were pregnant again. Some people were just more fertile than others, I guessed. I’d watched Georgia’s face falter when Drew had told her over the phone, but she’d been enthusiastic for her friend. “Open the envelope,” Drew instructed.
 

“Aw, guys, this is great. Season tickets for the Pirates, baby.”

“Great.” Georgia rolled her eyes. I smacked her on the ass because I knew she secretly enjoyed going to baseball games with me. She loved going to the ball game, throwing a cute little ball cap on her head, scarfing hot dogs and drinking beer with me.
 

“Maybe I'll bring Silas, then.”

“Not a chance, lover boy.” Silas shook his head.

“Open ours.” Justin stepped into the room from the deck, carrying a box. I narrowed my eyes when I heard a whine escape it. All the faces in the room lit up, including Georgia’s.

I opened the flaps and a tiny golden retriever puppy leaped out at me, all oversized paws and slobbering tongue.

“A puppy? Charlie’s not going to like this.” I lifted him in my arms and let him kiss me square on the lips. I was a sucker for dogs and now that Charlie was getting older, he did much more sleeping than anything else.
 

“Charlie gave his approval.” Georgia bent to pet the old dog’s head as he sat at her hip. He’d grown attached to her. I thought they’d bonded this past year. He probably appreciated that she was his excuse to bow out of morning jogs with me.
 

I set the puppy down and he instantly spotted Diva and charged off down the hallway after her.
 

“Diva, on the other hand . . .” Silas laughed as my eyes darted to Georgia.

“She can hold her own with all these boys.” A laugh that lit my heart escaped her lips. Our plan for a baby might not have been working out, but I was deliriously happy, we were deliriously happy with the little life we had.
 

“Mine.” She handed me a gift bag stuffed with entirely too much tissue paper. I dug and dug, pawed through it some more before lifting a tangled black contraption with straps and hooks.

“A sex swing? Babe, how did you know?” A grin spread wide across my lips.

“You hornball.” She swatted me on the ass. “Look at the tag.” I kissed her on the lips. She bent her body into mine, swaying on her feet slightly as she ran a hand through my hair.
 

“God, still? I thought the expiration date on the honeymoon phase was up by now?” Silas muttered.
 

“Not anytime soon.” I grabbed the cheek of her ass and goosed her for his benefit.
 

“Look at the tag, baby,” she murmured against my lips. I pressed one last kiss there before turning the contraption over in my hands. My brows furrowed as I tried to discern what I was looking at.
 

“Happy birthday, baby.” She rubbed a palm up and down my back. My breath caught in my throat. A lump formed the size of Texas.
 

“What is this?” I finally managed to ask.
 

“A baby carrier,” she whispered. “We’re gonna have a baby.”

My heart stuttered to a standstill and my eyes widened as the carrier dropped from my hands and I turned to her. “You’re pregnant?” I whispered as my eyes searched hers for any trace of misunderstanding. She only nodded, a beautiful smile breaking across her face as tears flooded her eyes.
 

“Jesus, we’re going to have a baby?” I ran a hand through my hair in confusion and stress and worry and happiness. So many emotions. But the most beautiful of all was love for the beautiful girl standing beside me, whose dream was finally coming true.

“We made a baby?” I murmured and placed my hands to her stomach. “You’re carrying my baby?” I dropped to my knees and lifted the hem of her shirt, pressing a kiss to her soft skin.
 

“Welcome to the club, Daddy. It killed me not saying anything,” Gavin said.

“Wait, you knew? Did you all now?”

“You know she wouldn’t keep it to herself.” Drew grinned while Bennett squirmed in her arms.
 

“And this one couldn’t keep it from me.” Gavin swung an arm over her shoulder.

“I wanted to make it special,” Georgia whispered from above me.
 

“God, no matter what, baby, it would have been special, but you’re right, this is . . . perfect.” I planted another kiss on her stomach before standing to wrap her in my arms.
 

* * *

“Again? Jesus, you’re an animal.”
 

She giggled as she slithered up my body and straddled my hips. “It’s the pregnancy hormones. I can’t help it.” She whined before bending and snagging my lips between her teeth.
 

“Ow, Jesus.”
 

She pulled away and my lips turned down in a pout.
 

“Has the situation reversed itself Mister Hornball? If you’re turning down morning sex, I’ll gladly take matters into my own hands.” She pulled away with a smirk and ran her palm down the center of her body to the apex of her thighs.
 

“Never,” I growled before lunging at her. She giggled and writhed underneath me as I traced my lips up her neck, sucked on her earlobe, and rocked my morning wood into her. “You know mornings are my favorite,” I whispered before tugging one of her nipples between my teeth.
 

“Baby,” she shrieked and yanked away, her hand massaging her breast. “They’re sensitive.”

“I’m sorry,” I murmured before nudging her hand away and sucking her nipple into my mouth and caressing it delicately. She moaned and arched into me and I lost my head to desire. My hands skimmed down her torso and hiked one thigh around my waist as I probed at her entrance. I eased into her slowly as the sensation aroused me. She was so snug and warm, she fit me perfectly. Sent me straight to Heaven when I was inside her.
 

“Faster, please, Tristan,” she moaned as I locked my arms on either side of her body. I dragged in and out slowly, relishing the feel of her around me, watching her chocolate brown hair sprayed across the pillow, her bottom lip snagged between her teeth, eyes shut tightly as soft groans escaped her throat.