“Fuck, baby!Fuck!” I shout, wave after wave of pleasure washing over me as aftershocks from her orgasm prolong my release, pulling me back under every time I think I have nothing left. It’s a game of give and take, our bodies working in perfect harmony as they surrender to the unadulterated euphoria passing between them. I’ve never seen or felt anything like it, and know I never will again…at least not with anyone but her.
Eventually, everything ebbs away, leaving us both exhausted and breathless. I can’t speak—can’tthink—with the way she just rocked my entire universe. If I didn’t know it before, I sure as fuck do now…Finley Bolton is right where she belongs. It doesn’t matter how she got here, just that shedid. And now it’s up to me to show her that the home I once lived in on my own was always meant to be ours.
“Are you okay?” I whisper, pressing my lips to her earlobe. I do my best to keep my weight supported so I don’t crush her while still keeping my cock nestled deep, not wanting to leave until I’m sure every drop has been emptied from my body. This is the first time I’ve ever come inside a woman, and while I had no idea what to expect, I’m a bit shocked by the intense feeling of possession that pulses through my veins when I think about how full she is right now.
She hums contentedly. “I needed that. The removable shower head wasn’t getting it done anymore.”
I can’t hold back the laugh that bursts from my chest, pulling back so I can gauge whether or not she’s joking. But the satisfied, dick-drunk smile that’s plastered across her face tells me that her excessively long showers have included more than just double cleansing and deep conditioning.
“Naughty girl,” I chide. “If you needed a hand, all you had to do was ask. I’m at your service.”
“Noted,” she giggles, but it’s cut off when I pull out, my somehow still erect dick falling from her used, swollen pussy. Her mouth drops open, and I sit back just in time to see my load pour out, tracing down the sensitive skin that leads to her asshole. The sight steals every molecule of air from my lungs, my head going completely empty as I lower my face between her thighs, lick up my release, and enter her with my tongue, pushing it all back inside. Our flavors explode across my taste buds, causing my eyes to roll back because we’re so fucking perfect together.
“Holy shit,” she gasps, her fingers threading through my hair and gripping tightly in an attempt to stop me from adding too much pressure. I know she’s sensitive, so I keep my touch light, giving her every drop so nothing goes to waste. A heady cocktail of emotions rushes through me as my hand finds her stomach, my thumb coasting over the smooth skin as I lave her with gentle licks and kisses. It’s almost too much to process—the bond I have with her, and the need to care for and protect them both.
When I’m sure she’s completely clean, I slowly work my way back up, not stopping until my mouth is slanted over hers passionately. She sighs blissfully, feeding me the most delicious sounds. I swallow them one by one because I don’t think I’ll ever have my fill of her. I’m obsessed.Addicted. And already dreaming about the next time she lets me have her this way.
“What do you say we clean up, get dressed, and order dinner?” I suggest against her open lips. “You can pick the place.”
She groans. “I might have to eat naked, since none of my clothes fit anymore. That’s why I was standing here with my whole ass out—I have zero options for this weather besides leggings that stretch so far you can see my underwear.”
I huff a laugh, finding the floor with my feet and pulling her up with me. “As much as I’m on board with both your nudityandbeing able to see through your pants, why don’t you get in the shower while I grab you something from my dresser? We’ll relax tonight, then hit up the shops tomorrow for clothes that won’t squish my little mango.”
She rolls her eyes, an adorable smile playing at her lips. “Okay, but I want Italian. And get Boner some extra meatballs. You know he loves them.”
I press a soft kiss to the tip of her nose, happiness as I’ve never known falling over me like a warm blanket. “You got it, Mama.”
EIGHTEEN
FINLEY
“Theo, what the hell?”I whisper-yell, slouching down in the front seat of his truck. “When you said you’d take me to the shops, I was thinking a quaint little maternity boutique on the outskirts of the city. Not a shopping mall with a million people who will recognize you. We can’t go in there.”
He pulls into a parking space, killing the engine before turning toward me. “What?” he questions. “Why not?”
My gaze narrows, chin dropping to my chest as if to sayYou’re kidding, right?“First of all,” I sass, somehow shrinking even more when a woman walks past, entirely too close to my window. “I’m wearing your sweatpants. And theyfucking fit mebecause I’m getting bigger by the day. Also, people will see us and think the baby is yours. We managed to make it in and out of the obstetrician’s office not once, but twice, without a single camera getting involved, but our luck is going to run out, eventually. Do you really want that kind of PRnightmare on your hands, spending every interview from here on out explaining that you didn’t knock me up?”
He sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. I stare at him for several seconds, waiting for a sign of clarity—thatHoly shit, she’s rightmoment—but it never comes. Instead, he takes a deep, calming breath before bringing his attention back to me.
“I’m not even addressing the sweatpants, because you look cute. It’s fifty-five degrees outside. Everyone in the place is going to be wearing the exact same thing. As far as people seeing us together and assuming that the baby is mine, I thought I made it abundantly known that I don’t really give a fuck. If they think I could pull a girl like youandget her to have sex with me, I’d say there are worse things for my ego.”
A boyish grin tugs at the corner of his mouth, and I roll my eyes, but all my frustration melts away when he reaches out, encasing my hand in his. My stare falls to the connection, noticing how well we fit, his large fingers wrapped perfectly around my delicate ones.
“Let them say whatever they want, Fin,” he murmurs softly, his voice like a balm to my warring emotions. “I just want to enjoy a day out and make sure you have the things you need. I’m tired of feeling like we can’t have fun and be normal together.”
My body relaxes, the painful tension in my neck and shoulders slowly loosening as I sit up straight. He’s right. People will talk, but they don’t know the story. They have no idea that he gave me a job and a place to stay when everyone else in my life had turned theirbacks. Or that he’s provided more emotional stability and acceptance than I’ve ever had. Or that the only time I feel safe enough to let my guard down and get excited about the future is when he’s by my side, reminding me that everything is going to be okay. He’s been my biggest supporter, and if he wants to go shopping with me, he deserves that.Wedeserve that.
“Alright,” I reply, trying to hold back a smile when his face lights up with excitement. I fail miserably, as usual, because his happiness is always so contagious. I could be having the worst day ever, and Theo could turn it around without even trying. That’s why I love being around him—why I suddenly can’t imagine my life without him in it.
“That’s my girl,” he says, wiggling his brows. “Is a kiss out of the question before we go in? Because now that I’m really looking, the sweatpants are kind of turning me on.”
“Oh my God, no!” I shriek, playfully slapping his shoulder. He darts his hand up, circling it around my wrist as heat flares behind his eyes.
“Come on, Mama. Just a little one to hold me over until we get home. Nobody’s looking.”
I peek out the windows, surveying the parking lot. I know we just agreed to let people think whatever they want, but I’d also prefer not to feed the rumor mill ourselves. I know how fast word can travel, and I’ve seen the media insert themselves into people’s lives without their permission. With a baby on the way, I don’t want to give them a reason to follow us around, expecting answers that they aren’t entitled to.
Satisfied with the way we’re tucked between two large vehicles with nobody looking our way, I reach over, curl my fist around the collar of his hoodie, and crash my mouth to his. It’s meant to be quick and innocent, but the moment his tongue slips between my lips, the minty flavor of his gum flooding my senses, I’m like a live wire. I moan quietly, getting lost in the kiss as we battle for dominance, his fingers finding my thigh and skating dangerously close to where I’m currently throbbing for him.
