My heartbeat roarsin my ears, as desire echoes the drumbeat through my entire body.All I am is need, and all I need is more, more feeling, more pressure, more West between my thighs as he devours me the way no man ever has.I slide my fingers through his dusty blond hair and his eyes lock on mine, beautiful and blue, shining like never before.Pleasure rolls through me, and then I’m awake, my heart still thundering, my pulse thumping like a freight train and I’m sopping freaking wet between my thighs as my orgasm ebbs out of reach.
“Damn it,” I throw the covers off my soaked body and let out a loud exhale.These freaking pregnancy dreams are going to be the death of me.I slide my hand between my legs and dip my fingers into my wet heat.I’m slick with need, and I drag my index finger up to circle my clit.An involuntary shiver washes over me, and my nipples form hard peaks.
My whole body aches with yearning, but my baby belly is so big these days, I can barely reach that sweet spot.Frustrated, I roll toward my nightstand and pull my favorite toy out of the drawer, a discreet little lemon that doesn’t make my face pucker, but instead, makes my whole body contort in the best way possible.I turn it on and enjoy the vibrations as I press it to my pubic bone.Too quickly though, I find it’s not enough and I ease the tip over my swollen clit.Air pulses around the sensitive nerve endings and the suction almost has me losing my mind.
I’m right on the precipice when I picture West’s face between my thighs, sucking and laving at me, pushing his fingers inside me, thrusting his cock to the root as his gaze holds mine and he commands me to cry his name over and over.So I do.I come harder than I ever have and call his name.And then when I’m satiated and spent, and my entire being is buzzing with pleasure on the edge of another orgasm, there’s a loud knock on my front door that has me freezing.
“Dais, open up.”West.Holy shit.Did he hear me?
I leap out of bed and dash into the bathroom, my heart pounding.Maybe if I pretend I was in the shower, it won’t look suspicious that I’m sweating right to the roots of my hair and my breathing is as labored as if I’ve been running a freaking marathon.
I throw my robe on and splash a little cool water on my cheeks, and then I leave the bathroom and answer the door.West leans against the doorjamb, his long muscular body taking up all of the air—no easy feat considering we’re on the threshold of the great outdoors.I have to resist the urge to climb him like a damn tree.For one thing, I’m pregnant, so I wouldn’t get very far, and two, I cannot climb my best friend like a tree, no matter how hot he looks leaning in my doorway.
“Well, it’s about time.”He grins.“I was just about to come bust down your door.”
I clear my throat and do my very best not to run my fingers through his scruff and rub myself against him like a cat.“Not that it’s not nice to see you, but what are you doing here, West?”I look over his shoulder and find Wade and Wyatt and—is that a backhoe—clogging my tiny driveway.“What are your brothers doing here?”
“Chopping down that dead Maple in front of your house.”
“You don’t—”
“Have to do that?I know.But we both know Eddie ain’t gonna, and I’m not about to leave it to fall and take out your whole damn roof, as well as Miss Mabel’s.Neither of you can afford that.Now, are you gonna let me in?”
“Yeah, of course.”I open the door and step back to let him enter.
His shrewd gaze studies me.“You look kind of flushed, you okay?”
“Yep.Just this pregnancy.Everything is an effort.”
“Right.I’ll take your word for it,” he says, and then stops in his tracks, turns on his heel, and thoroughly looks me over.“You wearing a new perfume, Dais?”
“What?No.Just need a shower.”
“Okay.Well don’t let us stop you.”West heads toward the hallway.I follow, but struggle to keep up.Where the hell is he going?
“I gotta guide Wade from the bedroom, or he’ll take out your stained glass, andIcan’t afford that.”
“Oh, um ...”I say, but he’s a lot faster than I am and he’s already pushing my door wide.That’s when I notice the Lemon on my nightstand.And, Jesus, just kill me now, because in this light, it’s plain to see it glistening with my arousal.As if I wasn’t humiliated enough, there’s even a fun little wet patch on my sheets.
West pauses inside the room, his whole body is rigid, but his nostrils flare as he inhales.What is he, a fucking golden retriever?
I.Am.Beyond.Mortified.
West fixates on the sex toy sitting on my nightstand, then at the bed, and then at me, and I shove him toward the door so fast I could be mistaken for superhuman.“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s ...fine.I’ll ...er ...give you some time.”His eyes are a little glazed as he takes in all of me.Again.
I push him out into the hall and slam the door in his face.Then I throw myself on the bed and wish I could just melt through it into the depths of hell.
I spent my childhood wanting to be seen, wanting to matter to someone, to be counted, but I’ve never longed to disappear so much in my life as I do right now.
Grabbing the offending toy, I throw it in my nightstand to deal with later, then I head into the bathroom to take the world’s quickest shower.No amount of scrubbing can wash off my humiliation, so eventually, I emerge, dressed and red faced.
When I open my door, West leans against the wall in the darkened hallway.He looks ...kind of mad, which is weird.But at least he isn’t teasing me, so that’s something, I guess.I don’t know what to say to him now, how to act.Do I laugh it off, pretend it never happened, or do I pull him into the room and straddle him, demanding he finish the job he’d started in my dream?Yeah right.I’d probably crush him with my baby weight, and he’d hobble, crippled and screaming, from the room.
