This Girl Stripped (24 page)

“Levi, you need to calm down and relax.” I’m trying to talk him down and I know it isn’t going to work. I have no idea what to even say to him. It’s sad because in my moment of need, both Levi and Seven took such good care of me. But now, I am so useless to everyone. I can barely keep myself together.

“It’ll be okay, Levi. If she is anything like Seven she’ll be out of the NICU in no time and bossing you around.” I try and make a joke and we both laugh but it isn’t a genuine laugh. He totally humors me. But, he cracked a smile.

“The Neonatologist said babies are born a lot earlier and survive without any major issues. I guess we’re all just so worked up. I wish I could get Seven to the NICU to see her. Even with all those tubes, she’s beautiful. She looks just like Seven.” He’s gushing over his baby girl. It may not be my place, but I know before I leave tonight to drive back to Woodstock and leave this town for good in the morning I have to get Seven into that NICU to sit with her baby girl.

“I’m gonna go try and get Seven to see Marley. Sit tight and try to relax. The guys just went to get you some food.” I turn and make my way back to Seven’s dark room. I walk in with confidence and take command of the room. Exactly what Seven would be doing if she was in my shoes. I pull the curtains open and let the setting sun shine into the gloomy hospital room.

“No more sulking! You have a baby that needs you right now. You are getting out of that bed and coming with me!” I yell at Seven and push the nurse call button. When the kind woman on the other end asks if I need anything, I demand a wheel chair.

“You’re getting your ass out of this bed and we’re going to see that beautiful little girl. Word on the street is she looks just like her stubborn ass mother. I guess she’s starting off a lot earlier in life than you did. You should be proud.” I continued to sass Seven.

The nurse brings a wheel chair and offers to bring Seven to the NICU, but we both decline. I’m bringing her, and I’m also going to make sure she goes in to see her daughter come hell or high water.

She finally climbs out of the bed and sits down in the chair. I fuck with her and drive like I’m in the wheel chair Daytona 500. She actually cracks a smile for a split second.

“You know Seven. She’s going to be just fine. Babies are born way earlier than her all the time and are perfectly fine after time in the NICU.” I am trying to cheer her up. “Levi said she’s strong and stubborn as hell. She’s already starting to pull at the tubes, which means she is basically a carbon copy of you.” That gets a small chuckle out of her.

“I’m gonna miss you Paisley.” I want to cry, and I really don’t want to leave Seven now, especially since she’s in such a vulnerable position yet again. My mind is flooded with second thoughts about the move, but I know it really is something that I have to do for myself. I couldn’t change my mind now. It’s not only too late, but Diesel is so excited to be around his family again. I couldn’t take that from him.

“I’m gonna miss you too, Seven. I don’t wanna go, but I need to. You know how that goes. You’ve done it before. But, we always have Facetime. God knows between the two of us and the family we have every Apple product known to man.” That gets another laugh and I want to start keeping track. It’s like my own little mini scoreboard.

“Here we are.” I say as we pull into the NICU. “You want me to come in with you, or is this something you need to do on your own?” I leave it up to her. If it was me, I know this is something I would need to do on my own. My job is done, it was getting her here and making sure she finally went in to meet her daughter,

“I’m gonna do this on my own, but thank you Paisley.” I smile and help her up. The nurses of the NICU take her from there. They walk Seven through the hand washing steps and get her covered up in those disposable paper jackets. Blue really isn’t her color.

I look down and rub my belly. “You'd better stay put buddy.”

On the Road Again

“You know you are the best girlfriend ever,” Diesel moaned as his hands gripped the steering wheel tighter. “But you play so unfair.”

I run my tongue up the length of his dick, and let his erection pop free from my mouth. “What is it you were saying? I’m unfair? Isn’t this what every man dreams of? Road head?” I laugh and continue going down on him as we drive. It’s dark out and we will be pulling off to find a hotel room for the night soon. We’re somewhere in Virginia and have been in the car since five this morning. I am done with the day.

I could also use a good fucking, but that is a total different story.

“Shit, Paisley,” Diesel moans as his dick grazes the back of my throat. “Your mouth feels so good.” I know he’s close. He always starts talking when he’s about to come.

When I wrap my lips around the tip of his dick and suck, while my hands massage his balls, he completely loses it. His warm come floods my mouth and I swallow every last drop. When I finally adjust myself and look up at him, he is grinning from ear to ear.

“That was the best shit ever. I love you,” he says as he links our fingers together. “Ready to stop for the night? There should be a couple decent hotels off the next exit. There were a couple signs back a ways.” I nod. I am exhausted, and I’m in need of a bathroom and stretching my legs. I’ve napped on and off, but never really rested. I’m sure I will sleep like a rock tonight after I get laid.

I didn’t sleep much last night. Between the anxiety of moving and Seven having the baby, I haven’t been able to stop worrying. When we talked to Star earlier this morning, Seven and Marley were doing better and the NICU staff actually had to kick Seven out of the NICU because she overstayed her welcome. Life was going to be just fine and Seven was already rocking her role of mom.

“I am more than ready to get in bed with you for the night,” I give him a wink and he laughs.

“You are a fuckin’ animal, Paisley. I can’t keep up with you half the time.” He razzes me. My sex drive has become an ongoing joke between us. I know he loves every damn minute of it though.

“I don’t hear you complaining when your dick is bottoming out inside this perfect pussy.” I’m getting bold with him. My comfort level is higher than it has ever been with anyone in my life. Everything just comes so easy to us.

“You gotta get on top tonight, Princess. My legs are killing me from being in the truck all day.” Fine by me, I get off easier on top anyways. With my growing belly constantly getting in the way, it has been the easiest way for us to have sex in the past two weeks.

“Strip.” I demand. Maybe I should pull a Seven tonight, get all bossy. I mean, seriously, if I could boss her around last night, making Diesel my bitch would be pretty simple. I laugh to myself as he starts to get undressed. Like a child he jumps on the bed, bouncing a couple times, except he’s completely naked. Fuck, I love every inch of his damn body.

“On your back.” I pull my shirt over my head and toss it onto the bed next to him.

“Demanding tonight aren’t you?” He laughs. “It’s sexy.”

“Is it? I kinda like taking charge.” I slide my yoga pants down my legs and I’m standing in front of him naked. His dick is standing straight up, even though I got him off with my mouth an hour ago.

“Come here, Princess,” he says sweetly, holding his arms open to me. As much as I want to take charge and yell at him for telling me to do something I crawl up the beg and into his arms. I can’t resist him. I can’t hold back from him.

“You feel so good in my arms. I never wanna let you go.” He always knows all the right things to say. He makes me feel loved and cherished.

“I love you, Diesel.” I straddle his lap, and slowly sink down onto his dick. I gasp, and rock my hips once he is seated deep within me. Without words, I work my pussy up and down his hard cock. I love every delicious feeling that spreads through my body. Being with him is all about love and pleasure. I know I’ll never be able to get enough.

When his mouth meets my hard nipples, I’m done. My orgasm rushes through me, and I collapse against his chest. He continues moving inside me until I feel him empty himself deep inside me.

We fall asleep like this, and sleep straight through until Diesel’s iPhone alarm wakes us up at the ass crack of dawn the next morning. A quick shower and we are on the way to our new home.

Ten hours later it’s getting dark when we pull into St. Louis, Mississippi. I expected a welcoming committee full of his family, but the house is dark when we get there. He pulls a set of keys out of his pocket and picks me up. I laugh and slap his hands trying to get him to put me down, but it’s useless. He wins.

The door pops open and the house is quiet and empty.

“I had to carry you over the threshold,” he jokes. But he doesn’t stop in the spacious living room in the front of the house. Nor does he put me down. He continues walking to the end of the hallway and comes to a stop outside of a door I can only assume is our bedroom.

“Threshold? Isn’t that what you are supposed to do when you get married? Not move into a new house.” I laugh at him, and the fact that he just got that one wrong.

He pushes the door open, and the room is covered from top to bottom in lit candles. Dozens upon dozens of roses are in vases all over the room and red and white rose petals cover the floor. I’m in shock, and I gasp when he gently places me down and I look around the room.

“How?” is all I can ask.

“I have sisters,” he winks at me and drops to one knee in front of me. The only thing I can think is that this all is way too soon. But, the more I think about what is happening, the baby and our life together, there is nothing more perfect than taking the next step. Hell, we don’t have to even do it right away.

“Paisley Bloom, I’ve loved you since the day I laid eyes on you. You have been the one person to right every wrong in my life. You brought me to life, and made me whole again when I never thought it would be possible. You are my soulmate. The mother of my baby boy. I want my days to begin and end with you for the rest of my life. I want you to be my old lady, ride on the back of my bike and have another half dozen of my children. Please, make me the happiest man on Earth and be my wife?”

“Yes, Diesel. I will.”

Six Months Later