“Good. Because you’re it for me. You, April, and this little one. Forever.”
Chapter 48
Grant
It’s been a few weeks since the day my life changed forever. The day Heather told me she was pregnant. I never put too much thought into having kids or settling down with someone before she came along, but now it’s all I can think about from the moment I wake up in the morning until I go to bed at night with her in my arms.
My parents were such an important part of my life, and then hockey, but nothing compares to the way I feel about Heather and April, and now our unborn child as well. It’s such an all-consuming love that I wouldn’t have believed I was even capable of feeling until now.
Last week, Heather got an email from her real estate agent saying the condo lawsuit had been settled and the place was ready if she still wanted it. She showed me the email, and I asked if she wanted to go. She didn’t even hesitate before she said no, and I swear my heart almost burst out of my chest.
Damn straight, Hurricane. You’re already home.
Even though there are a thousand different moments I love and appreciate with this woman every single day, these few minutes early in the morning when I’m awake and still watching her sleep next to me are my favorite.
She’s so beautiful and serene when she sleeps, like no stress or trouble can reach her. But even as I think that, I see a tiny wrinkle appear between her eyebrows and she lets out a small, quiet whimper that I probably wouldn’t have heard if I hadn’t been watching and listening so attentively.
At first, I think she might be having a bad dream, and I’m tempted to gently wake her. But no.
She makes another noise, a moan this time, and I recognize it for what it is. I’ve heard that moan before. She’s having a good dream. Averygood dream.
“Yeah,” I whisper. “Does that feel good, Hurricane?”
I don’t expect her to hear me even though I hope there’s some part of her subconscious that can. She whimpers again, and it makes my cock throb. I stay still, biting my lip as her noises grow a bit louder and more frequent. When she starts seriously grinding against me, I can’t resist the urge to murmur more dirty words into her ear.
“Do you want me to fuck you, beautiful?” I breathe. “Is that what you’re dreaming about?”
Her eyes pop open on a soft gasp, and she stiffens for a second with the shock of waking up before she melts against me and moans my name. “Grant. I… I was just having the best dream.”
“You were, huh?” I chuckle. “What was it about?”
She smiles, and it’s full of so much sleepy arousal that it makes heat rush through my veins. “Do you even need to ask? It’s always about the same thing lately.”
“Describe it to me.” I rise up onto one elbow, trailing a hand down her body as I gaze down at her. “In detail. Maybe we can make your dream come true.”
Her smile widens, her eyes darkening as her pupils expand. Then she does just what I asked, speaking in a low voice as she describes everything she was dreaming of.
I was right. Her dream was filthy. And to my great pride, it was about me.
My hand delves between her legs, my fingers slipping inside her before dragging her wetness over her clit. I don’t take my eyes off her as she keeps talking, working her up slowly and methodically until she comes hard for me, just like she did in her dream.
Her voice chokes off as she comes so hard that her thighs clamp down on my hand, and she rocks and grinds against it as I kiss her neck and shoulder.
“That’s it, Hurricane,” I praise. “Come all over my fingers. Let me make you feel good.”
She rides my hand like that for several more seconds, bucking her hips and arching her back until the most intense part of her orgasm has passed. I can still feel her clenching and releasing around my fingers as wave after wave of tiny aftershocks ricochet through her body.
When she relaxes her legs, I pull my fingers free and hold them up to her mouth. “Taste how sweet you are, beautiful. Suck these fingers clean for me.”
Her nostrils flare slightly, and she lifts her head off the pillow to wrap her lips around my digits, swirling her tongue around them.
“Such a good girl.” I shake my head in something like awe as I slowly pull my fingers from her mouth. “Remember when we first met? When you hadn’t come for so long that you didn’t think you’d remember how? When you were afraid to even say the words out loud?”
She bites her lower lip, sighing softly. “That feels like a lifetime ago.”
“Because we’ve crammed a lot of living into the months that have passed between then and now. And we’ve alsocreatedawhole life since then. I’m so fucking lucky that you came into my life.”
She hums and turns her head to kiss me, warm and languid. Then she laughs against my lips. “I’m not sure how lucky you’re going to feel by the end of this pregnancy. My hormones have mesoturned on all the time. You’re probably going to need a break by the time it’s all said and done.”
