I prop myself on my elbows, watching her with the same quiet intensity that still makes her nervous. I tug the sheet she has wrapped around herself, shielding her perfect body from my view.
“If you’re going to fuck me like that,” I say, reaching for her and squeezing her tits in my palms. They are a perfect fit, slightly spilling over on the sides. “I get to suck these as you do.”
She throws her head back and lets out a soft whimper as my mouth wraps around her breast, my fingers tugging her other nipple. I’ll never get enough of her. My cock is hard and ready, and I can feel how wet her pussy is for me.
“What have you done to me, Jase?” she whimpers as she rocks herself on me. I let her take control this time, loving the way she’s bringing herself to the edge from just rubbing against me. I could probably come from just this, and if she does, then that’s it. I’m so fucking done.
“Oh shit,” she says, as her orgasm crests. Her hand flies to her stomach, cradling her bump, and my heart nearly stops.
“Fuck, is everything okay? Did I hurt you? The baby?” I’m panicking, unable to tell anything from her expression. She smiles wide and so full of emotion.
“Baby’s kicking. Little Bear is usually so shy about it, but moving so much right now.”
“Maybe because our baby knows how good Mama feels.” She smacks me on the arm but laughs wholeheartedly. “Seriously though, Little Bear seems to only move late at night or around lunchtime, but I can feel it so much right now. Here,” she says, grabbing my hand and setting it down on her stomach.
My large palm cradles her stomach, careful not to press too hard, even though I fucked her yesterday without caring how rough I was.
I feel a slow movement like a tap along her skin followed by a gentle push that starts near my fingertips and spreads outwards. Holding my breath, I slowly lower my gaze, captivated by the sensation. There, just beneath my palm, I see the undeniable dip and movement of her stomach followed by a soft kick. My eyes flick up to hers, completely awestruck by what I’ve just experienced.
“Holy shit,” I curse, stunned by what’s happening. “That’s our baby?”
The slow smile that spreads across her lips mirrors the utter joy flowing through me. It’s at this exact moment that my future flashes before my eyes. A future with her and our baby by my side. Our connection is undeniable, but it’s this baby that’s linked us forever.
“Our Little Bear,” she huffs out slowly. Her eyes gleam with tears, and I reach up to wipe the stray one that falls on her skin.
I’ve never wanted anything more than this moment with her—a woman I can’t live without—and my son or daughter I will love with everything I am.
Will it have blonde hair and blue eyes like me or her chocolate brown hair and the small dimple on her left cheek? I close my eyes trying to envision them, but only Monroe’s face comes to mind.
“I don’t want to know,” she whispers, so low I have to ask what she’s said.
“What?” I ask, opening my eyes only to find her sheepishly looking up at me through dark lashes. Tears flow freely, and this time, she doesn’t hide them.
“Our Little Bear, I don’t want to find out the gender tomorrow. I want it to be a surprise.”
Chapter Thirty-Five
Monroe
The vintage dresser I found at an antique online auction is sitting in the middle of the nursery in near-perfect condition. The same seller offered to deliver it to my door and even helped me bring it upstairs when they realized I was pregnant. He was a sweet gentleman in his sixties, and I almost felt bad for making him carry it up the stairs, but he’d insisted. Told me I remind him of his granddaughter, who’s just had her fourth boy. The chill that spread up my spine at the thought of four children was alarming.
The thought brings my mind back to Jase. I lay awake in bed this morning, staring at the ceiling, and replaying every second of last night, and again this morning, unable to believe it was my reality. I had sex with Jameson King again.
More than just sex, what we did was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
The way Jase’s hands had felt on my skin, like he knew exactly how to make me feel everything all at once. The low rasp of his voice in my ear, the warmth of his chest pressed againstmine. How his lips felt as he kissed me like he’d been starving, and I was the only thing he craved.
Most importantly, the way he drove me absolutely mad with his cock, thrusting in and out of me as I rode him to my own orgasms—as in multiple.
God, I’d missed him, and it had been all but forty minutes since he’d left.
Last night wasn’t just about once again being physical. Every time he touched me, it wasn’t about selfishly taking from me to make himself feel good. It was about giving me the pleasure I begged him for. He made me feel safe and loved and, although he may not have outright said it, but my name on his lips as he came inside me, the same way I screamed his name as I found my release, sounded a bit too much like love.
Jase wasn’t gentle, treating me like a fragile flower. He took from me as much as he gave and showed me what being with me did to him. It made him crazed, feral with lust. But it was how he made me feel seen every moment of the day and wanted with every look and gentle caress that scared me more than anything. Especially after the intimate moment we had this morning when he felt our baby kick for the first time.
He’d never been so close to our baby, and I was both captivated and terrified of how much I liked it. Giving in to this pull between us was dangerous enough, but letting myself want him this much was a risk I didn’t know if I was strong enough to take.
My phone chimes, bringing me out of my daydream, notifying me that there’s someone at the front door. When I look at the camera on my phone, I see Raven standing there carrying two lattes and wearing a grin that means trouble as she smiles into the doorbell.
