I only know my legs are done when Brady sets the razor down, and with a firmer hand strokes up and down myouter thighs.
“Now, I believe you were concerned about the situation here.” He drags his hands around to the front of my legs until his thumbs are grazing the crease of my hips. “Personally, I couldn’t care less. I’d be more worried about nicking your skin. So, tell me, little mama. Do I keep going? Or do I show you just how little some hair down here matters when it comes to how I feel about you?”
Before I can respond, he ducks his head down and kisses the skin below my belly button, still stroking gentle circles with his thumbs.
I find my voice when his lips dip even lower. And I no longer care about any damn hair, either.
“Brady, please.” It comes out as a half whisper, half moan.
He just chuckles, low and deep. “Please what, Sage? Tell me what you want.”
I whimper when his thumb comes close to my clit. “I want you to make me come.”
“Gladly.”
His lips seal around the sensitive bundle of nerves, and he sucks, hard enough that my eyes roll into the back of my head. My moan echoes in the closed space of the shower, and it spurs him on until he’s all but devouring my pussy. I slap my hand against the shower wall, the other one going to the back of his head, which I can only just reach thanks to my baby bump being in the way.
His tongue dips in and out, teasing me in between him sucking and nipping at my folds. I feel empty, desperate for any part of him to be inside of me, but his huge hands are holding me up so I don’t slip. Still, evenwith his support, my legs start to tremble when my orgasm comes hurtling toward me.
“Brady,” I moan as my core starts to tighten, my breath coming quicker, and my toes curling. I shriek his name once more as I come, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over me. He holds me to him through it all, gently licking and stroking my sensitized skin until I collapse against the wall, completely spent.
My earlier exhaustion returns, hitting me like a freight train. I barely register Brady turning off the water, towelling me dry, or tucking me into bed.
I do notice him climbing into the bed next to me, wrapping his long body around mine, his hand resting on my stomach.
And the last thing I hear before fully succumbing to sleep is his voice whispering softly, “I want to keep you forever.”
29
BRADY
“How the helldoes one tiny human need so much stuff?” I mutter to myself as Sage and I walk into the massive baby store.
“Hell if I know,” she mumbles back. Her hand is clutching mine tightly, and when I look over at her, her eyes are wide as she looks around the store.
At least I’m not the only one feeling overwhelmed. We make our way to the first aisle with rows upon rows of pacifiers, bottles, and a pile of other stuff I can’t even identify. I pick up a box that says it’s a bottle sterilizer. “Can’t you just put stuff in the dishwasher?”
Sage peers over my shoulder and shrugs. “No idea.”
Then I happen to see the price. “Holy shit,” I blurt out, putting the box back. “Dishwasher it is.”
Sage has moved on to the next aisle, picking things up, then putting them back. Her hand lingers on a set of towels with animal faces in the corners that seem to be folded over like hoods, I guess.
“Those are cute,” I say, coming up beside her. “You want to get them?”
She smiles, still looking at the towels. “We don’t have to get them today, there’s time.”
I consciously avoid looking at the price tag and pull the towels off the shelf. “We gotta get something.”
Her face glows with a soft, yet happy, expression before she threads her arm through mine and leans her head against my shoulder. We wander through a few more aisles, laughing over some insane gadgets and bizarre looking toys.
“Absolutely no toys that can’t have the batteries removed,” I say as we hurry past a big circular thing with flashing lights that is making nonstop noises.
“Agreed.”
The stuffed animal selection is impressive, and when Sage isn’t looking I grab a giraffe that looks like the one on the hooded towel set, keeping it hidden underneath the towels. Then we’re in the clothing section.
“Look at how tiny this is,” Sage croons, holding up the smallest onesie I’ve ever seen. It’s light pink, with slightly darker hearts all over it. She drapes it over her belly, then looks up at me with the biggest smile.
