Chapter Thirty-Two

Trinity

I’ve been swamped with work all morning and didn’t even notice that it was almost time for lunch. I decided to heat up my lunch and planned to call Stephen when I got back to my office.

While I was in the lunchroom, I heard a familiar voice echo from the reception area. It was Clint.

“Welcome to Durham Real Estate,” Claudia, our receptionist, greeted him. “How can I assist you?”

“I’m here to see Trinity Gotti, please.”

“Please have a seat and I’ll check if Mrs. Gotti is available. Could I have your name, please?”

“No need, Claudia,” I said, walking up to the desk. “I know Clint. He’s a family friend.”

“Hey Trin, look at you!” Clint exclaimed. “You’ve finally popped!”

I made a face. “Did you just call me fat?”

We both burst into laughter.

“Hell no, do I look like an idiot?” He chuckled. “Mia would kill me and Stephen would break my legs. How are my favorite little niece and nephew doing in there?”

He rubbed my belly as he asked.

“They’re doing too well, I’m turning into a beached whale,” I complained.

“Don’t even start with that, I had enough of it when Mia was pregnant.”

“What brings you here?” I asked, changing the subject.

“Can we talk somewhere private?”

“Sure, let’s go to my office.”

We walked into my office and I noticed the tension on Clint's face.

“Spit it out, Clint. What’s wrong?”

“It's Stephen, Trin. He was at home today and Detective Peters showed up.”

“And?” I snapped, “Just spit it out, Clint!”

“Please, calm down. Think about the babies,” he said, pointing to my stomach.

“Then spit it out! What’s happening? Where is my husband?”

“He’s at the police station with his lawyer. They didn’t have a warrant and they didn’t arrest him, but they threatened to involve the DA if he didn’t go willingly, so he did.”

“He called Benji, our lawyer, and he was meeting Stephen there, so I don’t think he’ll be there for long.”

“But, he wanted me to come and get you and take you back to our place with Mia. As soon as he calls, I’ll go pick him up, okay?”

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. “Fine. But you’re sure he hasn't been arrested?”

“I’m positive, hun. They wouldn't have let him call or talk to me if he had been. This is probably just another scare tactic, I promise you.”

“Plus, Benji is the best in the business. Stephen will be out before dinner time,” he said. His words were somewhat comforting.

I packed up my stuff and walked back out to the reception to meet Clint. He took my bag and led me to his car. Just as we were about to reach his car, someone called my name.

“Mrs. Gotti?”

I turned around and saw a man who looked familiar. I didn’t realize where I knew him from until Clint whispered to me, “That’s the guy who was following you at your open houses, remember?”

Of course! Now I recognized him. I knew there was something off about him.

“Do I know you?” I asked.

“I don’t suppose you do,” he said. “I’m Detective Grounds. Can we talk, please?”

“No, sorry. I tend to avoid creepy men who stalk women at open houses and use fake IDs to do so.”

“That’s not only harassment when you haven’t shown any reason to investigate or follow me, but it’s also stalking.”

“So no, you can’t talk to me and you can fuck off. I’m tired, hormonal, and hungry. Don’t mess with me today.”

I turned around and stormed off toward Clint's car, fuming. Then I heard Clint add, “I’d get out of here if I were you, mate. She’s one angry momma.”

Clint finally unlocked the car.

“You okay, Trin?”

“I’m fine. Take me to my husband, please.”

“Sorry, I can’t do that right now. I’ve been asked to take you back to our place for your safety. They won’t let you see him right now so you’re safer with people around.”

“I promise, the moment we can pick him up, I’ll race there and get him, okay?”

“Fine.”

I slumped into Clint's car as we sped off to his and Mia's place.

I was getting more and more irritated as the minutes passed and I was sick of these games. Either the cops have something or they don’t!

I hope this lawyer Clint is talking about is as good as he says. I want my husband home now, and it’s scaring me not being able to even talk to him.

We arrived at Clint and Mia's and he helped me inside. Mia, of course, came to check on me and brought out baby William for cuddles. He helped to soothe my irritation while we waited.

***

And it was a long wait… finally, after three and a half hours, I heard Clint's phone ring.

He came back after answering it, letting me know that Stephen was finally out and his lawyer Benji was going to drop him off here.

I felt relieved but I knew I’d feel much better when I finally saw him.

After a long half-hour, Stephen walked through the door and I waddled as fast as I could to him because let’s be honest, I’m not running anywhere these days.

The moment I reached him and wrapped my arms around him, I broke down into sobs.

“Shh, baby, it’s okay,” he said, trying to soothe me. “I’m right here.”

“It’s not okay! I was in the dark, Stephen. I didn’t know what was happening to you. If they were going to let you go, if they were going to charge you—I was clueless. It was terrifying!”

“Hush, I’m okay, I promise. Benji sorted everything out in a quick ten minutes once those guys finally showed up. They kept us waiting for three hours before they even came in. It was all mind games, sweetheart, really.”

I’m still crying, my emotions running wild, when I feel him scoop me up in his arms.

“Honey, put me down. You’re going to drop us or hurt your back. I’m too heavy for this right now.”

“Never say you’re too heavy. You’re carrying our children, you’re my wife, and you’re upset. I’ll comfort you in every way I can. Do you understand me, darling?”

Hearing this, I start crying even harder. I barely hear Stephen ask Clint to drive us home. He carries me to the car and settles me in the backseat with him as Clint takes us back to our house.

“Thanks, man, I’ll call you later with an update.”

“Just take care of your wife, that’s the priority. We’re all good, we can talk tomorrow.”

I feel Stephen’s arm around my waist as he guides us to our front door and unlocks it. He takes me to our couch and holds me close against his chest as I cry my heart out.

I know a lot of it is hormones, but I was so scared and frustrated, not knowing anything and not getting any information.

Now that he’s here with me and I know he’s okay, it’s such a relief. My emotions are all over the place.

“Hush, sweetheart, it's okay. I’m here, I promise I’m not going anywhere, okay?” Stephen whispers. “I know they scared you today, but it’s just mind games. Don’t let them get to you, my love.”

I lean up to kiss my husband and he gently kisses the tears from my cheeks. But I need more. My emotions are high and I just need to feel that my husband is here with me and safe.

I grab his face and kiss him deeply. The kiss is hot and demanding and I find myself panting when he pulls away.

“Daddy, take me to bed. Make love to me, please. I need to know you’re here and that you’re safe. I need to feel you, all of you. I need to be one with you, baby, please.”

I stand up slowly, as if in a trance. I watch as my husband sinks back into his chair, waiting, watching.

I pull my dress over my head, and he gets up to help me. He then undoes my bra and exhales slowly at the sight of my swollen breasts.

“Oh God, baby, look at these beautiful breasts. Look at you. You’re stunning, angelic. You’re my perfect darling.”

He touches my breasts and then pinches the nipples, softly at first, and then quite hard.

He brings his lips to one of my breasts and sucks the nipple, still pinching the other one. I moan loudly.

I could almost climax just like this. My hormones have me so aroused lately. Suddenly, I grab Stephen’s hand and guide it to my pussy, which is now very wet and craving attention.

“Mm,” I moan. “Oh daddy, I need you so bad. I love it when you touch me there.”

“Oh, baby, I love how ready you always are for me. My sexy little wife, you get me so fucking hard for you.”

I watch as my husband kneels in front of me and kisses my belly softly, his hands falling to my hips as he slides off my panties.

He returns to my sensitive nipples, sucking them while he starts to finger me.

I’m still standing and I start moving eagerly on his fingers, moaning as I grip his hair with one hand, my other running over his strong shoulders that I love so much.

“I will never get tired of hearing you purr like that, baby, fuck. I could listen to you moaning all night for me. Cum on my fingers, I want to taste you, let daddy have your sweet juices.”

I’m desperate for release now and Stephen knows exactly where to touch me to make it happen. I feel my body start to shake and I lean forward, gripping his shoulders for support.

Just when I’m about to climax, my husband leans forward and sticks his tongue inside of me, making me climax around his mouth.

“Oh, God yes, yes! I love you, Stephen. I love how you make me cum, yes baby, yes!” I’m panting now. “Baby, please take your pants off and sit on the couch. I want to ride you so bad right now.”

I wait as he pulls his pants off and sits back.

I get up on my knees, straddling his lap, and reach back between my legs. I slowly sit back on his erection, feeling it spread me open and go up inside.

When it’s all the way in, I begin to rock myself gently back on his big cock.

~Oh, how much I needed this!~

I lean forward, supporting myself on my arms on the back of the couch and letting my breasts hang down over him.

They sway in his face as I ride his cock deep and slowly grind my hips down on him. He takes one nipple in his mouth, playing with it and then switching to the other.

“Oh God, baby, I love how swollen and big your breasts are. They taste so good, God, I love fucking you like this.”

“Your beautiful, pregnant body bouncing on me. Yes, mommy, don't stop, ~fuck~ you look so goddamn sexy right now, you're such a turn on.”

His strong hands caress my back and grip my ass, gently helping me rise and fall on his dick.

He makes love to me, as I love him in return, and soon we fall into an easy rhythm, backward and forward, up and down, over and over again.

He holds my body tight to him as his face rests on my chest, loving the feel of my larger breasts pressed against his face.

“Does it feel as good for you as it does for me, baby?” he asks, lust dripping from his voice.

“Yes, daddy, you feel so good buried inside me. I love you, Stephen, I love you so much.”

“Baby, I love you,” he murmurs, his eyes drinking in the sight of my pregnant body moving over him. “Seeing the pleasure on your face as you ride me...it’s everything. ~Please~, keep going.”

“Oh–mm, yes,” I gasp, the words tumbling out in a breathless rush. “Yes, Stephen, fuck me.”

His pace quickens, and I turn my head to capture his lips with mine, our tongues tangling in a heated kiss. His hand cups my breast, his thumb brushing over the sensitive peak.

I shift my hips, changing the angle of his thrusts. It feels even better this way, like he’s reaching deeper inside me.

His movements rock me, our bodies colliding in a rhythm that’s as familiar as it is intoxicating. As I feel him swell inside me, I start to climax.

My mouth falls open in a silent cry, my eyes locked with Stephen’s. He understands the unspoken message in my gaze—I’m coming. And then he’s following me over the edge, his release filling me as he holds himself deep inside me.

“~God~, Trinity,” he groans, his voice rough with satisfaction. “I can never get enough of you. Take all of me, baby. I’m all yours.”

Our cries mingle in the air as our orgasms shatter us. I collapse onto Stephen, his gentle strokes on my back and soft kisses on my neck grounding me. He starts to pull out, but I tighten my hold on him.

“No, Stephen, don’t leave. Stay inside me, please. It feels like heaven, being filled with you.”

We stay like that, our bodies moving in a slow, sensual dance. I can feel him hardening inside me again.

“Trinity, I’m hard for you again,” he whispers, his voice filled with wonder. “I don’t know how you do it, baby. I want you all the time.”

“Don’t stop, Stephen. I was so scared today. I need to stay close to you all night. You’re my world, my everything.”

“I’m not going anywhere, baby. I’m nothing without you.”

He stays buried inside me, our tongues exploring each other as he hardens again. We make love over and over until we can barely keep our eyes open.

Stephen is my drug, and I need him more than anything in this world.