Bad Luck or Fate?

Chapter 42

"James... I-I'm..." I moaned as he leaned back the office chair and ran his hands down my back to grab a hold of my hips.We had moved from the bathroom to the office. As much as I wished the counter would have worked. I just couldn't do it with my belly in the way. 

"Me too, baby, me too." He breathed onto my back as he kissed it, using his hips to thrust deeper. "Just stay with me." He said as he quickened his pace. I could feel his abs tighten against my hips and back.

"Ugh.." he started moaning. "Oh my god.." he breathed. I followed suit. "J.. Jam..." 

"Say my name, Breckyn." He said.  "Unnnnh.."  He thrust one last time as he moaned. "ugh.." That sent me over the edge. "Oh god, James.." I said as I shuddered against him and Jimmy brought me back against his stomach and leaned the office chair back. "Jesus." I breathed as I rested my back against his sweaty torso.

"Agreed." He said as he left out a puff of air and took a few deep breaths. "Whew. I'm dizzy." He said as we stood up.

"That's what happens when you don't let the blood return to the brain before getting up." I said, still catching my breath. We walked to the bedroom. "I'm gonna have to shower again, I'm all sweaty." Jimmy said as he walked in behind me.  I laughed. "Don't act like it wasn't worth it." I said slapping his butt as he walked away. He looked back. "Oh, it definitely was worth it." He said grabbing my face for a kiss.

"Yes, yes it was." I smiled. "But if you ever say that line to me again, I'm gonna shut it down on the spot." I laughed as he got in the shower. "What line?" he said as he turned on the water.

"You know which line." I said as grabbed some clothes and put them on.  Jimmy was lathered up and rinsing off. He quickly rinsed and turned off the water. "Oh, you mean this.. LET US FUCK!" he laughed as he put a towel around his waist and bent over, shaking out his hair. 

"Yes, that one. That wasn't cool." I laughed. "Not exactly the romance I was hoping for in the moment." I said. Jimmy looked up at me with an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, Brecks. Its from a movie. You know I was just trying to be funny. You know being with you is so much more than that. It was crude. I'm sorry, babe."

"I know it was from a movie. I'm just busting your balls, Jimmy. I just miss romance, that's all. I feel like being pregnant and being hormonal or needing sex all the time is just making it like a job or just really dirty. Not that I don't enjoy it, I do. I just want normal sex now. I don't like all these wonky positons. Sometimes, a girl just needs swept off her feet every once in a while." I said as Jimmy walked up to me and kissed my cheek. He smiled and gave me a look. "Wonky?" he said as he walked past me and grabbed his deodorant off the dresser drawer and put it on. 

"What can I say? You've rubbed off on me." I smiled as I walked over to the closet and grabbed my luggage and started packing. "Well, I'm glad. I was getting kind of lonely being the only nerd around here." Jimmy said as he pulled on a blue and red plaid button up over his shoulders and fixed the collar, leaving his shirt undone for a moment while searching for a pair of jeans to wear.

"Excuse me, but you ARE the only nerd around here." I laughed as I walked up to him. "I mean, who keeps a pencil in a glass case in their office?" He turned and looked at me. "That pencil is from the last Weekend Update I ever did, thank you." He chuckled. "Okay, well that's cute, I guess. Alright, how about this? I have never known a man who owns literally more sneakers than every woman I've ever known? Who literally has every color plaid shirt ever known to existence? Nerd."

Jimmy laughed. "Oh really? First of all, I've been getting you sneakers too, babe. You're collection is growing. I'm almost proud of it. And B" he walked over and opened my side of the closet. "You have every plaid shirt that could EVER possibly match mine.." He opened his and pointed. "Without even planning it." He looked back and smiled. "And Finally-" he walked back into the closest and dug into a box and walked out with a framed photo. " who keeps an autographed picture of their own boyfriend in a frame in the back of closet, even if they think I will never find it." He turns around the photo. It's a picture of him on one of his first Late Nights. Drew got it for me when she was in New York, SEVERAL years ago. I turned red. "Which, for the record, I did find, over a year ago."  I took the photo from him. "Hey, that was before I ever met you. And it means something to me." He reached over and pulled me in for a hug. "You don't need it. You have me now. I'm real. Plus, this autograph is not as sentimental as the little notes I leave you on the bathroom mirror in the morning, or the grocery list I scribbled on a subway napkin, or the post its you leave me on the dash of my truck every morning, telling me to break a leg, even though you DON'T do that for TV." I laughed. "But, its cute. And it goes to prove that we are meant for each other. NERD."