“Oh my God, Gwen! Whose is it? Don’t tell me. Rex? Holy shit! Oh my God, you’re going to have a baby! I’m going to be an auntie!”
Her excitement kinda pisses me off as I still try to wrap my head around what I was just told. Pregnant? Again? By Rex Roberts? The good Lord sure does have a sense of humor. But the doctor said I was a few months at least. That would mean, oh my God… the hotel room.
It can’t be. Well, it has to be because I haven’t been with anyone for months before that and no one since. I look down at the paper in my hand and flip the pages.
Sure as shit. There it is. Positive.
Oh my God, I’m going to be a mother.
A few months is more than enough time to be past the scary stage where it all ended before, right? But God, I haven’t even begun to tell Rex about the first time. How in the actual fuck am I going to explain this one? Eva starts to cry tears of joy. I look up at her, giving her a “shut it down now” glare. I rise from my bed and stick my feet in my shoes.
“Aren’t you happy?” Eva asks me.
I wait a moment and think. Am I? Hell yes, I am, but there is still so much that I need to say. So much that we need to talk about before I can lay something like this on him. I place my hands on my stomach and start to smile. Yeah, I’m happy, but will he be?
23
Rex
“Honey, I’m home,” I shout, entering Gwen’s apartment and dropping the key she gave me on the counter.
The place is quiet and dark except for a light coming down the hallway from Gwen’s room. I loosen my tie and smile. Heaven help me because it feels way too normal and right coming home to her like this.
Last night, Noah and I hit the town while Eva and Gwen had a girl’s night. Sure, it was great to be out on the town with Noah, but what I really wanted was to be home with the sexy redhead I know I will never get my fill of.
“Back here,” she calls out.
Walking down the hallway, I smell her perfume, and it stirs something deep inside me. A longing to make this permanent. A desire to know she’s mine and no one can take her away from me. But getting us to someplace like that requires opening up the past.
As I push open the door to her bedroom, I stop dead in my tracks. Like a dream, she’s laid out on the bed for me in nothing but lace and silk. Her hair cascades around her nipples, piercing through the sheer fabric. My eyes drop lower, and take in a pair of silk crotchless panties. She teases me by opening her legs slightly.
“How was your day?” she purrs as her hands start their descent towards her opening.
At a loss for words, I watch as she parts herself. Her eyes flutter closed from the way she’s making herself feel. The way I want to make her feel. Her french-tipped fingertips dip in and out of her wet pussy and I groan. Thick desire coats her fingers as she pulls them slowly up to her clit and starts to rub lazy circles. Her back arches. Her legs shake. After a moment, she stops and looks back up at me, waiting for an answer.
“Good,” I growl. “But this is better.”
I shake out of my jacket and loosen my tie. Kicking off my shoes, I climb up on the bed towards her. My mouth waters as her scent drifts towards me. She continues pleasuring herself, holding my gaze the entire time I crawl toward her.
My hand grazes the inside of her thigh.
“Ut uh,” she smirks, shaking her head, she says, “Not yet.”
She leans forward, takes her finger, and runs her wetness across my lips. I lick my mouth like it’s the best fucking thing on earth. And fuck, it is.
Lying back, she grabs one of her breasts through the lace fabric and uses her other hand to trace her fingers across her sex. I watch as it glistens in the soft glow from the candle on her nightstand. I wait, my heart pounding, needing me to make my move and take her. But hell if the anticipation of having her doesn’t just add to the amazing sex I know we’re about to have.
“See something you like?” she teases, parting her folds and continuing to pleasure herself. I grin and unbutton my shirt.
“Keep playing me, sweetheart. You know, it only makes me fuck you harder.”
She smiles before entering another finger into her sweet cunt. A moan fills the room as she dips them in and out of her opening. I watch, salivating at the thought of tasting where her fingers are touching.
“You want some of this?” she asks, bringing her finger up to her lips and tasting herself.
Fuck, there is no way I’m stopping this show. But two can play this game. And I sure as hell am going to enjoy teasing the little vixen back.
Unbuttoning my slacks, I pull my hard cock free and stroke its long length. Her eyes dart to where I’m jacking myself off. They widen. Precum leaks out of my tip. I wipe it off, bringing it to her mouth and smearing it across her lips.
