“Only you, Gracie. Only. Fucking. You.” I watch her take each thrust I make inside her. Hoping that it’s a memory that never fades, because this time of perfection is limited, and when she’s gone, memories will be all I have.
“You don’t have to fall asleep with your cock inside me anymore,” she laughs, as we lie still and I start to drift off.
"Doesn't mean I don’t want to,” I tell her, realising that I’ve probably been on top of her for far too long, and rolling onto my side.
“You understand why we have to say goodnight now, don’t you?” she asks, looking as disappointed as I feel.
“Because you only want me for my body.” I put on a front, trying not to show how hard it is for me to leave. It gets harder every time.
“This closeness we feel isn’t real, and it’s not for keeps,” she reminds me, “I appreciate you taking care of my needs, but?—”
“They’re my needs, too. I couldn’t bear the time we both spent being stubborn. This closeness is what we both need, right now.” I take her hand in mine and kiss her knuckles.
“I don’t want to hurt when this is over,” she admits.
“It’s always going to hurt; despite the situation, I’d like to think that we’ve become friends,” I tell her. “I’d like to think that if you were ever in any trouble, it would be me who you called.”
“Trust me, I’m leaving all my troubles behind me.” She laughs, shutting me out again when she rolls onto her side and faces away from me.
“You’ll make sure they’re nice to him, won't you?” Her voice turns weak, and I swear I hear a little snuffle.
“What are you talking about?” This girl never fails to confuse me.
“I know it’s not in your plan, but you're bound to meet someone, fall in love, maybe get married, and have other children. You’d make sure she treated him well, wouldn’t you? I’d hate for him to feel the way Cecelia makes you feel.” Her hand strokes over her tummy protectively.
“Gracie, the whole point in us doing this is because I don’t want a wife. I told you, I’m not the marrying kind.”
I disagree, Jack Ravenshaw. I think you could make someone very happy.”
“Just not you,” I whisper sadly, and when I notice her gentle breaths get deeper, I realise she’s fast asleep. I could take the opportunity to stay, smell her hair through the night, hold her body against mine, but she’s set her boundaries, and I’ve already pushed them. Pulling the covers up over her body to keep herwarm, I kiss her cheek, then her tummy, and quietly creep back to my room.
GRACE
Two Months Later
Ilove the way he looks at me when we fuck, there's never any distraction. In these moments, he belongs completely to me, and I like how it feels.
“You sure I’m not crushing you?” he asks between thrusts, holding all his weight off my body and looking at the swollen belly that's between us.
“We’re fine, don’t stop.” I drag him down by his neck so I can kiss him, and when I feel my body start to spasm, I smile against his lips.
“Fuck, yes…Harder, Jack.” I smash my hips against his, clawing his back as I come for him again, and he growls into my mouth as he picks up the pace and finishes with me.
“You are insatiable,” he tells me, sounding out of breath as he sits up on his knees and rests his hands on top of mine.
“And it’s all your fault.” I stroke my hand over my ever-growing bump to remind him why.
“You know what that does to me,” he snarls, dipping his head, biting the inside of my thigh, and making me giggle like I haven’t got a care in the world. It’s easy to forget the worldoutside when you're living in Jack Ravenshaw's perfect little bubble.
“You sure he’s alright in there?” he checks, resting beside me and laying his palm flat to my stomach.
“It is fine, I can feel it wriggling around. Must be all those endorphins. I told you sex was good for the baby.”
“I wish I could feel it, too.” He slides his hand to a new position, in the hope of getting some movement from the outside.
“It’s just flutters,” I explain, placing my hand over his and finding it highly amusing that the baby is moving right now and he doesn’t even know it.
“Gracie.” He props himself up on his elbow, and I can tell from the look on his face that he’s going to tell me something I won’t like.
