“I …” He clasped his hands together. “I always thought he treated you badly. I told him that if he didn’t start treating you better, you’d leave him. I knew you deserved better—everyone did—but he didn’t want to listen to what I had to say. When I found out that you and he broke up, I thought that it was my chance to finally ask you out. I wanted you to find someone to treat you right, someone like me.”
My heart stopped for a moment. I parted my lips to say something, but nothing would come out. I pressed them back together and shifted, my heart warming. What could I say to something like that? He must’ve liked me for a long time, and now, he’d found out that I was both engaged and pregnant with triplets.
“I don’t know what to say,” I whispered.
He shook his head and gave me his best smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “You don’t have to say anything to me, Mia. I’m happy for you. Any man in my position would be.”
Something about his voice sounded so sad, and I wanted to reach out and comfort him. But I didn’t because that would be beyond disrespectful to Michael. Instead, I gave him a smile that didn’t reach my eyes either.
“I’m happy that you found someone who can take care of you,” Cam said. “I hope your wedding is everything you’ve ever dreamed about and more.”
CHAPTER14
MIA
Michael’s lips swept against the back of my neck, his hand lightly placed around the front of my throat.
“Don’t stop,” I breathed, my voice quiet and raspy. The morning sunlight flooded in through the window, and I pushed my hips back against his. “Please, don’t stop.”
It was Friday, the day before the wedding, and Michael had taken off work to spend time with me. He ran his hand over my stomach and slipped it under the bump to tease my clit with his fingers. We hadn’t been able to keep our hands off each other all week, yet Cam had kept wandering through my mind every now and then.
I was sad for him, but I didn’t feel bad that I was already taken. I’d never feel bad about Michael.
He pumped into me faster, fingers rubbing rougher circles around my clit.
“Michael,” I whispered, curving my back.
Michael took a steady breath through his nose and set his lips against my ear, thrusting himself into me. I moaned.
“Say my name again, Mia,” he mumbled against my neck, his stubble making me shiver in delight.
I dug my fingers into the bedsheets, and he left a lingering kiss on my skin.
“Michael,” I whispered.
He gently placed his fingers on my chin and moved my head, so he could press his lips to mine as he pumped in and out of me faster.
“You drive me fucking crazy,” he whispered on my lips. “I can’t wait to fuck you senseless every morning and every night we’re in Greece. On the balcony. On the beach. Every inch of the hotel room.”
My pussy tightened around him as my hips moved with his, and I grabbed his hand that was fondling my pussy and intertwined our fingers. He trailed our fingers up my side and drew me even closer to him.
Harder and faster, he pumped into me, making me clench down on him and tense in his embrace. The pressure rose higher and higher, and I cried out against his lips. He slowed down, his thrusts long and deep.
“Oh God, just like that,” I said.
He continued to ram into me, hitting my G-spot with his huge cock almost perfectly.
“Come inside of me, please.”
He groaned in my ear and rested his forehead against my cheek, coming inside of me. Feeling his body shudder against mine, I let out a loud moan and found myself unraveling. I tilted my head back and felt pleasure rolling through me.
“In twenty-four hours, you’ll be my wife,” Michael murmured against my lips.
“Twenty-four hours?!” I asked, scrambling to get out of bed. “I have to go.”
He curled his arm around me and pulled me closer. “Come on, Mia. You don’t actually believe that we have to not see each other for twenty-four hours beforehand, do you?” He buried his face into the crook of my neck, his stubble grazing against my skin.
I shivered and relaxed into him, glancing at the clock and seeing that we had a little longer than a day left. “You just don’t want me to leave,” I said, playfully poking his stomach.
