Growling low in my throat, I pressed her forward again, bending her over the seat of the glider to open her up for me. My hand slid down the curve of her ass, spreading her wider, my thumb tracing the puckered rim of her asshole.
Her breath hitched. “Brooks—”
“Shh,” I rasped, pressing forward until the tip of my finger breached her tight ring. “Relax for me, kitten. Let me give you everything.”
“Oh my god.” She moaned, trembling hard as I eased inside.
“That’s it.” I groaned, working her open slowly, shallow thrusts of my thumb matching the rhythm of my hips pounding into her. “One day, you’re gonna take me here.”
She whimpered at that, broken and wanting, and the sound just about destroyed me.
I kept fucking her hard, my thumb working in sync with my cock, every thrust deeper and rougher, until her body shook like she couldn’t hold it together another second. The sight of her like that—pussy dripping down my length, asshole stretched around my thumb, trembling under my touch—nearly broke me in half.
“Don’t stop,” she sobbed, her whole body shaking now. “I’m gonna come.”
I pinched her clit, pressed deeper with my thumb, and slammed my hips into hers. She came undone with a scream, her body convulsing around me, pussy clamping down so hard I nearly lost it right then.
“Fuck.Dani—”
I broke off, driving into her through the pulsing waves of her orgasm before burying myself to the hilt and spilling inside her with a guttural roar. Hot pulses of cum filled her, my thumb still lodged in her ass, keeping her open and shaking while I gave her everything I had.
We collapsed together, both of us panting, bodies trembling, the smell of sex heavy in the air of our baby’s nursery. I stayed buried inside her, refusing to let her go.
“My girl,” I rasped against her damp skin, kissing the back of her neck. “My perfect, filthy girl.”
The tremors in her thighs slowly eased, her body softening under me as the last aftershocks rippled through. I kissed along her spine before finally easing out of her, murmuring quiet praises against her skin. She leaned forward, resting her cheek on the glider, her cheeks flushed, hair wild.
“Oh my god,” she said, half-laughing, half-mortified. “We’ve officially ruined the baby’s chair.”
I grinned, tilting her chin back so I could kiss her swollen lips. “I’ll buy another one.”
“Deal.” She huffed out a laugh, still trying to catch her breath. “We can put this one in our room.”
Ourroom.
The word lodged in my chest, sharp and sweet, and I knew I’d be holding onto it long after tonight. “I like the sound of that.”
Her lashes fluttered, but she nodded, brushing her thumb across my jaw. “Me, too.”
I kissed her again, slower this time, even though my cock twitched at the thought of everything we’d just done. At the thought of doing it again.
I pulled back just enough to catch her gaze, my mouth curving. “Next time, I’m going to sit back, let you get on top and ride me hard, until you can’t move without feeling me for days.”
Her laugh came out shaky, her eyes glinting like she was already imagining it. “I’m going to hold you to that, coach.”
You fucking better, kitten.
Dani
Roasters 76–53
By the time summer melted into September, my travel days with the Roasters were officially over—doctor’s orders. Between the swollen ankles, the occasional dizzy spell, and my elevated blood pressure, Dr. Kong had strongly recommended ceasing all jet-setting for the rest of my pregnancy.
Brooks had agreed, of course. Overprotective papa bear that he was, he would’ve kept me laid out, naked, on a pillowy throne all day if he thought for even a second, I might be okay with it.
Not that I didn’t appreciate it. His fussing made me feel loved, even when it drove me a little nuts. He’d stopped trying to talk me into “taking it easy” at work after I’d reminded him that my job wasn’t exactly a full-contact sport. That didn’t stop him from having lunch delivered to me every day, though. Both of our offices now had mini nurseries tucked into the corners, complete with bassinets, baby bouncers, and baskets of diapers and wipes stacked neatly, like we were staging a photoshoot. This kid was going to have more nurseries than she knew what to do with.
“Look, Dani!” Carolina gasped, darting toward a ginger tabby sprawled upside down, all belly and whiskers. “He’s smiling at me.”
