The Truck Driver

A Whole Lotta

Sorry, I should have gotten this out sooner but Carnival is whooping my ass. Rio doesn't sleep.

Tank was sitting on the edge of the bed, his large hands gliding over Kayla's belly, spreading warm oil across her soft skin. She lay on her back, propped up by pillows, watching him with a tired but content smile. Five months pregnant, her belly had grown rounder, fuller, and Tank couldn't get enough of it. He was obsessed.

"You get more beautiful every day, lil' bit," he murmured, his thumbs working slow, soothing circles into her skin.

Kayla sighed, her eyes fluttering closed. "Mm, that feels good."

Tank smirked. "I know." He leaned down, pressing a slow kiss right under her navel. "My baby in there gettin' big, takin' up all the space. You feel okay?"

She nodded, enjoying the way his rough palms moved with so much care. "Yeah, just tired. My back be hurting by the end of the day."

Tank frowned. "You tell me when it do. I'll rub that too."

Kayla giggled. "You already do, Tanky."

"Damn right," he said, his voice thick with pride. His hands never stopped moving, smoothing more oil over her belly, watching as her skin gleamed under the dim light. He loved seeing her like this—soft, glowing, carrying his baby. His dick twitched just thinking about how good she looked pregnant.

Kayla peeked at him through her lashes and smirked. "I know that look."

Tank grinned, rubbing slower. "What look?"

"The one where you about to say something nasty."

Tank chuckled, leaning down to kiss her stomach again. "I mean, can you blame me? You look good as hell."

Kayla shook her head with a smile, but she didn't stop him when his lips trailed lower. Tank trailed slow, wet kisses down to the brim of her thong, his lips just barely grazing the soft fabric. His hands never stopped moving, massaging her hips, rubbing slow circles over her thighs as he took his time savoring her.

"You excited for the gender reveal?" he murmured against her skin, his deep voice vibrating through her. "Bout to meet the rest of my crazy ass family."

Kayla's fingers slid into his short curls, her breath hitching when his lips pressed just above where she really wanted him. "Yeah," she breathed, her voice laced with anticipation. "Kinda nervous, though. I know your immediate family, but your extended family?" She let out a small laugh. "That's a lot of people."

Tank smirked against her skin, hooking his fingers into the sides of her thong, but not pulling it down just yet. He loved teasing her. "Ain't nothin' to be nervous about. They already love you." He kissed the spot right above her waistband again, feeling her thighs tense under his hands. "You mine, so you already good in their book."

Kayla bit her lip, her body betraying her nerves and arousal. "Still..."

Tank finally pulled back just enough to look up at her, his light brown eyes filled with heat and reassurance. "Ain't nobody gon' have shit to say but congratulations. And if they do say somethin' slick..." He smirked. "You already know I'll handle it."

Kayla exhaled, a slow smile creeping onto her face. She knew he meant that. Tank didn't play about her, and he damn sure didn't play about their baby.

"I know," she murmured, her fingers still tangled in his curls.

Tank gave her a lazy grin before kissing her belly again, then lower, dragging his lips over the thin material of her thong. "Good," he whispered, voice deep and rough. "Now lemme get back to what I was doin'."