Crazy Nights: A Y/N x Gene Simmons Story

Near the End

***I wrote another risque scene in this chapter, you don't have to read it if you don't want! 🙈😳🤔***

I frowned, looking at my reflection and running a hand along my stomach. I was seven months along, meaning I was finally in the third and final trimester. The door to the bathroom opened and Gene walked in. He gave me a worried look, joining me in front of the mirror. "What's wrong?" he murmured. 

My frown got deeper and I let out a sigh. "Oh, nothing." 

"That's not true. What's on your mind?" he asked, wrapping his arms around me and resting his chin on my shoulder, kissing me on the cheek. 

"I'm just a bit tired of being pregnant. I wish we were able to do more together," I said with another sigh. 

He nodded, hugging me against his chest. "I know. I wish I was able to do more to help you. You're what, seven months?" 

I smiled in spite of myself. It had been a little over two months since Gene and I had reunited, and they had been two absolutely perfect months. 

"Seven months. Which means just two more until we meet our children," I murmured. 

His hands moved up from below my waist to resting on my baby bump. Like always, the babies kicked happily at his touch, squirming around. "Two more months. Damn, that's a long time to wait," he said with a sigh.

I grinned, twisting around to kiss him. "Oh, says you. You're not the one who's pregnant," I teased. 

He winced, face going pink. "Sorry love," he mumbled, but I just giggled.

"Aw babe you know I'm only teasing! I'm just as excited to give birth. Well, not to give birth. But to have our babies, finally," I said, resting my hands on top of his. 

"And just think, once you've had kids we'll be able to practice making more," he teased, hands moving higher up me until he had reached my breasts, caressing them and making me shiver. 

"Hmm well you know, they say that sex can be good for pregnancy," I whispered in his ear, biting seductively at his ear.

His eyebrows shot up and he gave me a squeeze, running his hands over me and making me quiver, already feeling like jelly in his grasp. "Ohh is it?" he asked.

"So they say. Shall we try it?" I asked, desperate for him to say yes, and he gave me a smile. "I say we test the theory," he said throatily, and I could hear the lust in his voice. 

Without another word, I grabbed his hand, dragging him off to the bedroom.

I sat on Gene's lap, having to lean over to kiss him. Despite the bit of difficulties, we were both so very excited to have fun. He ran his hands down my back, cupping them under my ass and giving it a squeeze, making me jump in excitement. His soft lips pressed against mine in a gentle but firm kiss. He bit on my lower lip seductively, wordlessly asking for entrance. I parted my lips a bit, answering the unspoken question, and his long tongue slipped inside, exploring my mouth and making me quiver in anticipation of what was to come.

I let out a moan, twisting my fingers through his tangled mass of curls, pushing up against him as best I could in my current state. He groaned in pleasure, hands moving from below my waist up to my hips, slipping inside of my shirt as he pulled it over my head, interrupting our kiss for only a moment before our lips smashed back together. His strong hands moved back down toward my waist, stopping at my bra strap. I unbuttoned his shirt without breaking away from the kiss as he unhooked my bra, ripping it off and tossing it aside.

My breasts, so much fuller and ample now in preparation for the babies than they were the last time, quickly found themselves in Gene's hands as he caressed them, sending a wave of pleasure washing through my body. I gyrated my hips as best I could while sitting on his lap, feeling him harden beneath me as he let out a moan, hard-on growing stronger. I pushed him back onto the bed and he tore at my waistband, ripping my pants and then my panties off of me while I did my best to do the same with his jeans and boxers.

In no time at all we were both naked, still kissing, before he slipped out from under me, circling around and entering me from behind as we couldn't do much else with me so pregnant. I let out a shriek of pleasure, screaming his name. Our grunts and moans coupled together in a symphony of ecstasy.

At last, when it was all finished and we had had our fun, I was lying by his side, head resting on his bare chest which was still heaving slightly as he panted. "I love you," I said, equally as breathless. He gave me a kiss on the forehead. "I love you too." 

His arm encircled me, hand resting on my baby bump. "Two months, you said?" he asked hopefully, and I nodded.

"Two months! Well, two months to my due date. With twins it's hard to say, sometimes they run out of room and come early." 

Gene nodded, kissing me, wrapping his other arm around me. "I hope they get here early as long as they're healthy, and as long as you're healthy too. I want all three of you to be happy and healthy once you've given birth. I want it to be a family of four. I-I want us to be a family of four," he said, going a shy pink.

My heart melted and I rolled over with a wince so I could face him. "Mr. Gene Simmons. You are a sweetheart, did you know that?" I murmured. 

His face went from pink to red as he shrugged. "I just want to be a good father to our babies, a good partner to you. I love you, Y/N, love you more than I've loved anyone. Out of thousands of women, you're the only one that's ever won my heart. Oh damn Y/N after the first time we met I couldn't stop thinking about you! I wanted to meet you again, to see you and-and to get to know you! I wanted to meet you, to know you as a person, to love your heart as well as your body. I...I just really love you," he said, voice growing thick as he was overcome with emotion. 

I bit back a happy sob, tears of happiness in my eyes as I threw my arms around him, burying my face in his chest. "Oh, Gene!" I murmured. "Gene, I love you!" 

"I love you too," he said, kissing me on the forehead. "I love you more than anything. I'm never going to let you go," he said, giving me a squeeze.

And I hoped he never did.