“That’s pretty cool,” I tell her, opening my door and then turning back to her before I get out “Stay there; I’ll come and get you.”
She beams a wide smile at me before agreeing, “Okay.”
To her credit, she waits—and she does it with a smile. There’s something in the way she looks at me through the windshield that makes me wonder what’s on her mind, though I’m not sure I have the right to ask.
I open her door and help her out. Standing close, my breath hitches and I bite back a groan as she slides down from her seat, her body brushing against mine until her feet touch the ground. She glances up at me from under her lashes, with a mischievous look in her eyes, and I know she did it on purpose.
“Cheeky,” I snort, flicking her nose. Jeanie’s grin widens, and she shrugs. Totally unashamed.
“Can you blame me? You’re hot.” She smirks at me.
Biting back a groan, I wonder if we can ignore the conversation we have to have and go straight to the bedroom. Grabbing her hand, I close the driver’s door and tug her towards the stairs of my home. Unlocking the door and walking in I’m glad that I cleaned up yesterday, and it’s not looking too untidy.
“This is nice,” Jeanie says, turning in a circle, taking in the open plan, kitchen, diner, and lounge. It’s fine for a bachelor, but now that I’m going to be a dad, I’m seeing all the pitfalls of living in a small space, the first being the sharp corners and small heads.
Jeanie’s laughter pulls me from my thoughts and my contemplation of our surroundings. She tugs on my hand, guiding me towards the sofa, and gives me a push to sit down, and I sink onto it without hesitation. She settles onto my lap as if she’s done it every day since we met, and I wrap my arms around her.
“We’ve got time to worry about sharp corners,a ghrá,” she reassures me, settling her head onto my shoulder.
“I guess we do,” I reply. I’m quiet for a minute before I say, “Tell me.”
Jeannie threads her fingers through mine, squeezing my hand gently. “It’s still early days. I’m six weeks as you know. I had a feeling about three weeks ago that something was off, but I’ve been putting off doing a test. I finally caved this week, and after it came up positive, that’s when I spoke to Ally and we put together a list. This MC was the first port of call. I’d forgotten that Sam’s dad, Cash, is a member of the club. If you weren’t here, then I’d have asked if any of them knew where I could try next. I’d have done my best to find you, but I’m happy that I didn’t have to look too far.” She tilts her head to look up at me with soft eyes, cupping my cheek with her hand. “I’m sorry about the way I told you, though; I should have been gentler.”
Pressing my hand to hers, I hold it to my cheek as I shake my head. “No, I think I’d have freaked out either way. It’s like all my Christmases have come at once. I’ve been thinking about you ever since that night. Then tonight I was wondering how I could track you down, and then there you were. Baby or not, I’m fucking thrilled to see you. That you’re having our baby is a bonus.”
Jeanie’s as close as she can get sitting on my lap, her body moulded to mine as though we were made to fit this way. But it’s not enough—I need more of her.
Lowering my head, I find her lips in a kiss that starts soft and reverent but deepens as she tunnels her fingers through my hair, tugging the short strands.
A low groan escapes me, vibrating between us as we shift, and I slide her down onto the sofa cushions and cover her body with mine, careful not to put pressure on her belly.
My hand snakes up under her shirt. I can feel her heart racing against my palm. Her breath catches as I cup a breast, tugging at her nipple with slow, deliberate, firm tugs until I’m rewarded with a breathy whimper of need that spills from her lips. I’m impatient to get my mouth on her. With a growl, I grip the bottom of her jumper and lift it up and over her head.
“Fuck,” I groan when her smooth, creamy skin is laid bare before me. Eyes drinking her in, I dip my head to press a kiss to the swell of her breasts and lick a line across the lace edge of her bra, teasing her, tasting her. A rumbling groan leaves me as she inhales a breath, and the need to mark her creamy skin is ridingme, wanting … no, needing to claim her now that I’ve found her again.
But I also know that once we start, I won’t want to stop. Pulling back, I press a kiss to the centre of her chest and rise off the sofa, pulling her up with me.
She comes without protest, her eyes dark with need, lips puffy and red from where she’s been biting on them. “What’s wrong?” she whispers.
“Nothing, sweetness,” I assure her as I claim her lips again in another deep kiss, tongues twining, dancing against each other. Only replying when we part. “I need you, but I want you in my bed because we won’t be leaving for a long while.”
“Bolt,” Jeanie moans, lips on my throat nipping at me, my cock twitches in my jeans, pressing against my zipper. I hold back a curse at the slight twinge of pain.
Taking her hand, I lead us toward the bedroom. Her free hand slips under my shirt, heat rushing up my spine, and I bite back a curse as she wraps an arm around my waist to grip my cock through my jeans with a firm, possessive hold. Pre-cum is already seeping out, a damp spot growing on my jeans, and I can’t wait any longer. I need to be inside her, and soon.
“Fuck, Jeanie, I need to be in you,” I growl gutturally as we stumble into my bedroom, and I turn towards her.
“Then be in me,” she whispers in a voice thick with need, her eyes heated.
Taking her at her word, it doesn’t take long for us to strip, clothes disappearing between heated kisses and urgent touches until I’m sliding into her warm, tight, welcoming heat.
We still as our eyes meet and hold. It’s a perfect moment, heavy with everything we’ve missed, time wasted, but the feeling much like that first night hasn’t changed. For me, it’s a feeling of coming home.
I never want to lose this feeling. I stay perfectly still, savouring every pulse, every ripple of her body around mine, ripping a moan from deep within me.
Jeanie wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer, urging me on. Leaving me no choice but to move.
Together, we move in slow, fluid movements. Matching rhythms that leave us both breathless. Jeanie wraps her arms around me, hands caressing my back, then pulls me in and grounds me.
