Then I’m gone when his finger continues to stroke my pussy. I’m crumbling into tiny pieces as my orgasm takes over my body.
“Fuck,” I moan out.
Then the devil studies my facial expression with a small laugh. “The baby has ears, remember?” he teases.
“Thank goodness we don’t follow the cliché swear jar, otherwise she already has a college fund based on the last few days.” My breath is still heavy when he flops onto the bed beside me.
It’s a minute or so before my cheek smooshes against the pillow when I turn to look at Vaughn in his glory.
“You’ve done the work of a superhero. I’ve been getting more uncomfortable by the day with this pregnancy, but you were the perfect relief to relax me.”
He side-eyes me. “Except we are horrible at maintaining boundaries.”
“Extremely horrible,” I agree.
The back of his finger caresses my arm. “I’m completely on board with your body like this. Your tits are driving me crazy.”
“I’ve noticed.” My elusive smile can’t seem to disappear.
Vaughn adjusts his body to lie on his side and look down on me. “You know, last time we did this, in my car, I swear I noticed your breasts were larger.”
I breathe out a sigh. “Now you know why.”
“I didn’t realize I have this kink, but I’m going to struggle watching this kid suckle on your tits for weeks on end.”
Now I just want to burst out laughing. “First off, I’ll only breastfeed if it feels right. You don’t know if you’ll have enough milk, or the baby just doesn’t want to do it. And secondly, many guys are into tasting milk or using it for other things.” I flash him my eyes. Vaughn just looks at me, puzzled. “Like lubricant,” I clarify, and his eyes bug out.
“Okay, I don't think that's actually for me. Not sure what rabbit hole of a conversation we're heading down.”
I shake my head to myself, still smiling. “Think of something else. I don’t dare to figure out what the hell we do now, with our spectacular ability to complicate things…” I’m not even trying to nudge him into a discussion; I reallydon’tknow what the hell we do now.
Thankfully he brushes past that comment and glances at the clock. “I really need to get some shuteye. My flight is tomorrow, late morning.”
“Oh, I thought you said next week is the draft.”
He bops the tip of my nose with his finger. “Tomorrow is Monday, that’s next week,” he points out.
That does make sense.
“Kind of a good thing to avoid the awkwardness that I’m sure will cloud us,” I joke.
"The timing sucks, and I wish I didn't have to go, but the draft is probably one of the major points in the year for a general manager."
Vaughn brings his arms behind his head to rest on, and I can’t help but follow the lines of his muscles and tattoos. I was never a tattoo kind of girl, but his are not that big and only etched in black.
Tiredness begins to take over me. Sex was great, but there’s a tightness between my thighs I’m not familiar with, not in a bad way by far.
“I get it. I do. Anyhow, I should go sleep too if I can. I’m beginning to feel like an absolute whale,” I note.
He touches my arm. “Stay, I’ll go grab that giant pillow thing from your room.” He’s off before I can answer.
I guess we’re sleeping together. Another point on the scoreboard for our really bad judgment to ensure we don’t seem to clarify things between us. However, I want to feel a body next to me—his arms around me, to be exact. My wish wins by far right now.
Vaughn comes back and settles in behind me, and I do my best to get comfortable with multiple pillows.
“Here.” Another head pillow is placed behind my lower back.
“Ugh, whale me is getting moody and frustrated. I’m not sure I will last many more days.”
