"Fuck, Brooke," I murmur, thumbs brushing over her nipples. They're fuller now, more sensitive as her pregnancy progresses, and the way she moans at my touch tells me everything I need to know. "These have definitely gotten bigger."
"You like?" she asks, arching into my hands.
"I fucking love it," I growl, squeezing gently as I stare into her eyes. They're dark with desire, holding mine with an intensity that makes my cock throb.
Brooke leans up, then without breaking eye contact sinks down on my cock in one fluid motion. I groan as her walls flutter around me, the sensation almost overwhelming.
She sets a rhythm, and I help guide her with my hand on her ass. The mattress creaks beneath us as our bodies move together, her breath coming in short gasps that match my own.
The only thing that could stop us right now is… the front door flying open.
Brooke launches sideways, scrambling to cover her naked body with the sheets. I look toward the door, my heart stopping in my chest.
"Mom?"
Chapter Nine
Brooke
I clutch the sheets to my chest. Of all the ways I imagined meeting his mother,thiswas definitely not one of them. I don’t know if I should laugh, cry, or vanish into thin air. Matthew isn’t doing much better, he’s frozen in place, a pillow strategically in his lap.
His mom stands in the doorway, keys still dangling from the lock. For a few painfully long seconds, the three of us just stare at one another.
She’s the first to recover. “I’ll… give you a minute,” she says, then promptly backs out of the apartment. The door swings mostly shut, but not all the way.
Matthew and I exchange a wide-eyed look before scrambling to get dressed. Thankfully, it wasn’t one of those “clothes everywhere” situations, so we’re decent within minutes. I’m zipping up my dress just as the door opens again.
She stays near the threshold this time, cheeks faintly pink. “I thought I’d surprise you,” she says dryly. “But I guess I’m the one who got surprised.”
Matthew slides closer to me and slips an arm around my waist. “Mom, this is Brooke. Brooke, this is my mom, Chloe.”
I manage a small, awkward wave.
She tilts her head slightly, studying me with a curious smile. “The same Brooke from college?”
I glance sideways at Matthew. His cheeks are already turning pink.
“I might have… mentioned you a few times,” he mumbles.
“A few times?” his mom repeats with a laugh. “Sweetheart, you wereobsessed.It was ‘Brooke this, Brooke that,’ for a while I wasn’t even sure you were real, what with him refusing to introduce us.”
Heat creeps up my own neck, and I bite back a nervous smile. “Well… hi,” I say softly.
Chloe sets her purse down, balancing a foil-covered tray on one arm. “How about you two go wash your hands and other things, while I put this in the oven,” she says, lifting the tray slightly for emphasis. “It’s from La Perno’s.”
“I’ll go first,” I mumble, grateful for the excuse to escape the awkwardness. By the time I return, Matthew’s heading in next, gently squeezing my shoulder as we pass each other.
Trying to fill the silence, I say, “I didn’t know La Perno’s delivered.”
“They don’t,” she tosses over her shoulder as she slides the tray into the oven. “I’ve known Sal since before he went bald.”
“It smells amazing,” I admit, inhaling the warm, garlicky aroma.
Chloe glances back at me, giving me a once-over. “If I’d known he had company, I would’ve brought more.”
“It’s fine,” Matthew says as he steps out of the bathroom. “Brooke barely eats as it is.”
I smile at him, amused by theblatant lie.I’ve been eating full-course meals since I got pregnant.
