“I don’t need much,” he says, dragging his hand down my side until it grips my hip. “Just enough to remind you what you do to me. What you mean to me.”
He kisses me then, all mouth and tongue and promise. There’s no rush in it, even though we’re stealing this moment. Just want. Need.
He turns me, backing me toward the stall wall until my spine meets cool wood. His hands slip under my shirt, mapping familiar territory with reverence and hunger.
“I’ve been holding back all day,” he whispers against my throat. “Playing nice. Smiling at your brother while knowing every step you took, you were still carrying me.”
“Will—” It’s breathy, desperate, all I can manage.
“You like knowing that, don’t you?” he murmurs, pressing his body flush against mine. “That you’re walking around with my baby in you. That your body’s already mine.”
I nod, moaning when he slips his thigh between mine, spreading me just enough. His hand dips under my skirt, fingers teasing, stroking, knowing exactly how to unravel me.
“You get wetter every time I talk about it,” he growls, eyes locked on mine. “Tell me.”
“I love it,” I whisper, hips bucking. “Love knowing I’m yours.”
“Forever,” he promises, kissing me hard. “And I’ll keep filling you up until you feel it every time you move.”
He makes quick work of the rest. Panties shoved down, hands guiding my leg around his waist, the slow, perfect press of him sliding into me again.
This round is different. Not frantic. Not wild. It’s worship.
He moves like he wants to memorize every sound I make. Like he’s claiming me all over again, not with force but with heart. With forever. And when we both come apart, me clinging to him, him buried deep and murmuring sweet things againstmy skin, I know one thing for sure. This isn’t just about love or lust or the baby. This is home.
Will’s still deep inside me, one hand braced against the stall, the other gripping my thigh where it’s hooked around his waist. I’m breathless, skin flushed, lips parted, and caught in the soft aftershocks of everything he just gave me.
The barn door creaks open.
We both freeze.
“Oh, hell no.”
The voice hits like a bucket of ice water.
My head whips around, and sure enough there’s Sam, standing in the doorway, eyes wide with horror and hands already flying up to shield his face like he’s been personally attacked.
“Dammit! I didn’t need to see that!” he yells, spinning around so fast he nearly trips over his own boots. “The barn? Really? You couldn’t wait until, I don’t know, never?”
Will groans softly and drops his head against my shoulder, muffling a laugh. “Shit.”
I scramble to fix my clothes while trying not to laugh or die of embarrassment. “Sam, I’m sorry?—”
“I don’t want to hear it!” he calls, voice half muffled now as he walks out of the barn. “I’m going to go clean out the garage and pretend this never happened.”
Will finally pulls back, face flushed, still breathless but grinning like he won the damn rodeo. “Well. That was...”
“Mortifying,” I finish, burying my face in his chest.
He wraps his arms around me, kissing the top of my head with a low chuckle. “Still worth it.”
And from outside, as he stomps away, Sam yells one last parting shot.
“Next time, lock the damn door!”
I yell back, “We won’t. ‘Cause that’s payback, brother!”
And then Will and I burst into laughter.
