He dragged my panties down, his eyebrows arched. "Since I'm the one who knocked you up, I believe I'm uniquely qualified for this job."
"Can I make one request?"
His chin bumped my head as he nodded. "Anything you want, Bam."
"Take your fucking boxers off."
"All right. That's what you want? Not a problem." He drove his fingers through my hair and tipped my head back. "Don't think I'm throwing you on the bed. You deserve it, and fuck me, I want it like you wouldn't believe. But you ran off to New York City and you cried in a park and you're carrying my child. Right now, I need to hold you more than I need to give you a good toss."
I eased out of his arms, climbed onto the bed, and settled in the middle. "Come here. Come hold me." I nodded at his boxers. "After you drop the shorts."
His underwear hit the floor and then he was beside me, one knee between my legs and his arm under my shoulders as he skimmed a hand up my torso. He gazed at my belly for a long moment. "You're a real piece of work, Bam. The shit you put me through, my god." He rested his forehead between my breasts and released a jagged exhale. "Promise me you won't stop."
I reached for the knot at the base of his skull, pulled his hair loose. The unruly strands fell to my chest and I lashed my arms and legs around him. "Never."
He brought his hand between my legs. "What am I allowed to do?"
"Everything," I replied, arching into his touch. "Give me everything."
Our lips met as he pushed inside me, a chorus of groans and growls passing between us. To the corner of my mouth, he said, "You will tell me if anything is uncomfortable, Bam."
I hummed, canting my hips up to take more of him. "I will."
"You'll tell me to slow down." His hips rolled gently while he continued gazing at me. "I'm not letting you hurt tomorrow."
"And I'm not letting you give me a weak fuck," I replied. "I don't want you holding back. I know how to speak for myself and you know I will. Give it to me or get off me."
"I love you a whole fucking lot," he said, roping his arms around my torso.
"I love you just as much." Then, I felt a flutter on my foot—and wetness. "Jed, honey, oh my god, she's licking my foot."
He peered at me. "What are you talking about? Who?"
"Butterscotch." I gestured to the side of the bed where she had her front paws perched on the mattress and her tongue trained on my toes. "She's licking me like a popsicle. This seems incredibly strange but I can't move since I'm trapped under a lumberjack."
He glanced behind us as Butterscotch hopped onto the bed and plopped down right beside me, her face tucked into the crook of my elbow. "Oh, fuck." He snapped his fingers, pointed to her bed. "Scotchie, off."
She turned her head in the opposite direction and thumped her tail against his ass.
"What do we do now?" I whisper-screamed.
"I-I don't know." To the dog, he said, "Butterscotch.Off. Right now." She huffed out a sigh and nuzzled closer to me. "Looks like you're the boss, Bam."
"Butterscotch," I sang. Her ears perked up. "Go to your nest, pretty girl."
She licked my arm, shot Jed a disgusted glare, and jumped off the bed. She trotted over to her corner, circled her bed twice, and dragged a paw over the fleece surface. Eventually, she flopped down and started snoring.
"And here I thought I could keep you all to myself," Jed mused.
"I told you I can't be kept." I locked my legs around his waist and drove my fingers through his hair. "But that doesn't mean I can't keep you."
Epilogue
Brooke
Consolidation: the joining of two or more organizations to form a new organization.
The next summer
