“You okay?” I check again, sliding my hand up to stroke her tummy, and when she gives me the nod of approval I need, I steadily start to rock my hips.
“You should see how fuckin’ hot you look, right now,” I tell her, watching pleasure overcome any fear she had in her expression. “Why did I hold back on this for so long?” I cuss myself for denying us this perfection. How did I not trust my instincts and face up to my feelings sooner? I wasted so much time for us.
“You sure I ain’t hurtin’ you?” I check, unable to get over how fuckin’ tight she is. If she wasn’t so round and full of baby, I’d be convinced she was a virgin. “I can’t believe you're mine,” I tell her, leaning over her body so I can kiss her, and she props herself up on her elbows and hums more of that sweet satisfaction into my mouth as I hold her beautiful belly in both hands and make her come for me a third time.
This time, when she finishes, the sensation of her pulsing around me takes me with her. I fill her hot, little pussy to the brim with my cum, shocked at how I managed to last this long, and satisfied in knowing that she’s been claimed.
“Alicia...” I raise my hands to grip her hair, being mindful not to bear my weight on her body and crush her as we breathe against each other, with my cock still inside her.
“Yes…?” she whispers.
“I fuckin’ love you,” I tell her again, and she'd better get used to how it sounds, because I’ve got a lot of making up to do for the time I wasted.
“What the hell is this?” Vike stares at the table where I’ve laid out all the pastries and fresh fruit, ready for our visitors.
“Thisis brunch.” I smile, pouring him an orange juice and handing it over.
“Alicia,I’msupposed to be the one taking care of you. I was gonna make you pancak–”
“No!” I cut him off. Just hearing the word makes me want to vomit. I swear, if I never eat another pancake in my life, I’ll die a happy woman.
“Do we have the whole club comin’ over?” He looks puzzled by the amount of food there is, then right on cue, a knock comes from the door.
“It’s not just us...” I keep the smile on my face, hoping he won’t be mad at me. “...I invited Iris and Greaser over so we can talk things over.”
“You didwhat?” His eyebrows lift up to his hairline.
I go to him and kiss him before I let them in.
“It’s for her.” After I tap my tummy, he lets out a deflated sigh, moving past me toward the door so he can answer it himself.
“Iris. Greaser.” He tips his chin at them politely, and when Greaser steps inside, I feel terrible when I see the state his face is in.
“Thanks for coming.” I welcome them both, trying to be enthusiastic despite the fact that no one in the room, except me, looks cheerful. “Take a seat, make yourself comfortable.” I gesture to the table. “I made iced tea. Vike, could you help me grab some glasses?” I look at him helplessly, nodding toward the kitchen, and when he follows me, I can already sense the tension coming off him.
“Please, help me with this. I need you to be the bigger man.” I keep my voice low so they can’t hear us.
“I think I showed everyone who the bigger man was yesterday.” He sniggers like he’s getting satisfaction from seeing Greaser all busted up and weak.
“Vike. Please, he’s the one who got his heart broken,” I beg, checking over my shoulder that they’re not listening.
“And I’ll break it even more when I tell howwespent his wedding night.” He leans in to kiss me, and I nudge him away. Now isn’t the time.
“Don’t you dare, we’re having none of that. This brunch is about building bridges so our baby has all the people in her life that she should have.” I pick up the jug of iced tea, but Vike snatches my wrist before I can leave.
“You said ours.” His brow furrows, and he tries to hide the smile from his lips. “You saidourbaby.”
“You said you were all in,” I remind him. Looking for a hint of doubt.
“And I meant every word.” He looks so happy that this time when he leans in to kiss me, I let him.
“This all looks lovely.” Iris smiles politely when we return to the table, and I pour her some tea. She’s not her usual hyped-upself today, and I’m wondering if someone might have slipped her a few Prozac.
“Thanks.” Greaser manages a grunt at me when I finish pouring one for him, too, and after Vike takes the jug from my hand to pour one for me, and himself, the awkward silence begins.
“Guess I’ll start.” I clear my throat, suddenly feeling nervous and wondering if this was a good idea. Everything still feels so raw.
“Well, dear, youwerethe one who ditched a man at the altar.” Iris smiles across the table, picking up a pastry and examining it before taking a bite.
