Until Reagan. Until she came storming into my life with this baby. Now, I need her. She calms me. Gives me a sense of purpose. Breathes life into my ebbing world.
“I’ll be there. I’ll always be there for you.”
Chapter Eighteen
Leo
“Does a baby really need all this stuff?”
Reagan peeks out from behind the tower of baby gear filling the trolley. “Yes, Leo. Babies need a lot of stuff.”
Reagan throws another set of onesies in, nearly sending everything flying.
“You know I could have sent people to buy this for us.”
“And you'd want to miss buying all of this?” Reagan holds up a stuffed kangaroo that is pretty cute. “This might be my favorite part yet.”
I walk past her, slapping her on her bum. “I think the making the baby part was the most fun for me.”
She rolls her eyes at me. “Of course you'd say that.”
I stop, looking around the small shop we're in. For the middle of the day, it's empty. I turn a fierce gaze on her, closing the space between us as best I can with her large bump. Not that I'd ever tell her that. “I don't know why you're lying, Rae. You know it was the most fun part.”
“Hmm. Do I?” Reagan steps away from me, trailing a finger across my chest. “You might need to remind me.”
“We're in the middle of a store.” I look around me, like I'm stating the obvious.
Stopping, Reagan's brown eyes hit me. “And when has that ever stopped you before?”
Walking to the back of the store, Reagan grabs something before ducking into a changing room. Fuck.
Trying to alleviate the growing ache in my pants, I push the trolley in Reagan's direction. I assure there is no one lurking around as I push open the heavy door and stop in my tracks.
Reagan is sitting on the bench in only her bra and the leggings she put on today. And fuck if her breasts aren't practically spilling out of the fabric hugging them. I love how they've grown since she's gotten pregnant.
“Why don't I ever get a welcome like this at home?” I trail a finger down her chest, tracing the cups of her lace bra.
“Because we usually come home at the same time.” Her voice is husky in my ear. Looking in the mirror, I pull her up, spinning her so we can see each other.
“I might have to send you home early then.” I kiss a path down her neck, watching goose pimples break out. Dragging the strap of her bra down, I eye her in the mirror, eyes closed and lips between her teeth. I follow the same path back up, switching sides. Fisting her hair, I pull her head to the side and suck on the tender skin of her neck.
“God, that feels so good,” Reagan moans.
“If you're not quiet, I'll stop.” I bite at her neck. A soft gasp leaves her lips.
“Okay,” she whispers. I quirk a brow at her in the mirror. Reagan is anything but quiet when we have sex.
“Really. I will be.” She bites her lip into her mouth as I return my mouth to her neck.
“If you're not, you're going to put both of us in a lot of pain.”
Reagan nods this time, no sound coming out. I slide my hands up her sides, pulling the cups of her bra down. Her dusky nipples are hard as I take them in my fingers. Reagan slams a hand over her mouth.
“That's a good girl.” I pull and twist the tiny bud in my fingers as my other hand finds the waistband of her leggings. Pushing them down below her belly, I find her sweet centre, wet and aching for me.
“Mmm. I love it when you're like this.” I sink one finger inside her, letting my palm grind against her clit. Her hand grabs my forearm, locking me in place. I curl my finger inside her as I watch a flush creep up her chest.
I don't stop, watching her eyes roll into the back of her head as her release coats my fingers. Without a second to spare, I pull my aching cock out and coat myself with her release.
