Ilaid my purse down on the bed as I made my way to the bathroom. It’d been a long night of socializing, something I hadn’t done since my father’s last political party, but tonight, it was all about me.
“You were amazing, bug.” Drew came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, his hands resting against my growing baby bump. I looked at us in the mirror and a smile pulled at my lips.
“I’m surprised that five of the pieces sold.”
“I’m not.” He leaned down and kissed my shoulder, pulling the fabric of my dress down to bare it to his lips. “Your work is amazing, I’ve told you that.”
“I’m just not used to hearing it.”
I pushed away from Drew and started to undress.
“I’ll make sure to tell you it every day.”
I turned around to see Drew standing in the doorway of the bathroom, arms crossed over his chest, the navy suit he had on hugging against his arms and straining against his chest. He looked sexy in that suit, but I knew he didn’t need me telling him that. Just the look of my eyes did it for him. He knew what he did to my body and even more so that I was about to pop at any moment. My hormones had been out of control and I was jumping at Drew any chance I could get.
Tonight would be no exception.
“Your mom tell you why your dad couldn't make it tonight?” Drew changed the subject.
“Yeah.” I laid my dress across the bed and pulled off my bra, letting my breasts finally break free from their confinements. “She said he had a stomach bug.”
I’m pretty sure my father could hear my eye roll right now.
“At least the lie wasn’t related to his job this time.”
“I’d almost wished it had been.”
I pulled at my panties, finally letting my body be free. I’d found it more comfortable nowadays to not wear anything than trying to get into contraptions that were too tight for me.
“I know you do.” My back was turned to Drew when he walked up behind me, placing a kiss between my shoulder blades. “But we’ve talked about this, bug. We showed them the ultrasound, the ring on your finger, the house that we put together, and none of it was enough for them.”
“None of it will ever be enough.” My voice was small, but in my heart I knew it was true. We’d brought my parents into each part of our lives, but still, it wasn’t the perfect life they envisioned for their daughter. It was bad enough that my father’s prodigal son had basically stepped out of the family picture, but now his backup plan was leaving as well.
It wasn’t just the family Drew and I had created together or the life we were living, but it was also my work. With Drew, he didn’t want me to get a nine to five job, but instead work on my art and put it in more galleries. To Drew, my art was my job, but to my father, it was just a hobby I should have given up years ago.
I was sure the only reason my mother came to my gallery opening tonight was for the sheer fact that a few of her friends were attending. There were no congratulations or comments about my work. I received a hello, a kiss on the cheek, and a goodbye when she left. It shouldn’t have bothered me as much as it did, but with the imminent arrival of Drew’s and my child, I couldn’t help but think they would only have one set of grandparents that they grew up with.
“You both will always be more than enough for me,” Drew whispered in my ear as he rubbed a hand over my belly.
I rubbed my thighs together, the friction causing me to bite my lip. It didn’t matter what we were talking about or doing, all it took was Drew paying attention to my baby belly for me to want him. The change I’d seen in him was immense, but there would still be times when his alpha stood out and mostly that was during sex.
“Are you in need, bug?” His lips rested against the base of my ear and an involuntary moan escaped my lips. “I’ll take care of you.”
Drew used his hands to spin me around, his lips crashing down onto mine as he walked us backward until the back of my thighs hit the edge of the bed. His hands came down to my ass, lifting me up to sit. He spread my legs with a firm press of my thighs as he stood between them.
My hands came to his chest where he’d already removed his shirt and my fingers traced over the little bumblebee that was tattooed above his heart.
His little bug he’d said when he’d gotten it a few months ago. I’d cried then and I was about to tear up now if it wasn’t for the growing cock between both of our legs. I let my hands linger down Drew’s chest and to his stomach, raking my fingers across the V indent right at his pants line.
“Let me do that, bug.”
I licked my lips and pushed back, lying down on the bed, propped up by my elbows as Drew got undressed in front of me. In no time his cock was pointing straight toward me with need. His hands came to my thighs and pulled my forward until my ass was falling off the bed.
His mouth came down onto my center and as much as I wanted to run my hands through his hair and pull on it, I couldn’t reach him, so I settled for the bedspread instead. My hands bunched the fabric together as his lips worked me into a frenzy.
“Drew.” His name escaped my lips in a soft moan and then again in a loud scream.
“Drew!” My orgasm came crashing down on me with no warming. It was like that sometimes when I was worked up. My hormones would be sitting at the edge and all it would take was a few licks or finger brushes and I was falling over screaming. This time I was in the bed and as I lay there, gasping for breath while my heart was racing, I felt Drew start to fill me.
