“I got an email reminder from Jo about the summer festival this afternoon,” Locke said. “Apparently, I’ve been signed up to judge the haggis competition.”
I laughed, climbing into bed. “I’m not surprised. When Lena judged it last year, she barely made it to the toilet before it all came back up. She swore she’d never bite into another haggisever again. Good to know you’ll be handling it. I will make sure I am in attendance to capture your varying expressions of disgust on camera. I’ve heard Marlene Shaw is preparing a haggis cupcake flight with mashed tattie frosting.”
Locke hummed. “That actually doesn’t soundthatbad.”
“Just you wait. The words ‘pickled haggis,’ ‘smoked mackerel,’ and ‘fondue station’ have also been thrown around at the meetings, so the danger is very real.” He groaned, and I flopped down next to the giant pillow that had shown up in the mail today. “Oh, yeah. I forgot to say thanks for the body pillow.”
“It already arrived?” Locke said. “That’s great! I was hoping it wouldn’t be too long. I’ve read that they’re great for body alignment for pregnant women, especially further on. You’re supposed to be sleeping on your side after twenty-eight weeks.”
“Another thing this baby is demanding of me,” I joked. I was a consistent stomach sleeper, but I supposed those days were behind me now. If the body pillow would make it easier to adjust, then I was willing to try.
“Is it big enough?” he asked. “You should be able to wrap both your arms and legs around it while keeping your spine in a neutral position.”
“It’s massive,” I confirmed, rolling into it. I squeezed, pretending it was him. “Almost feels like having another person in the bed with me.”
Locke grumbled, the sound low, eliciting a tiny shiver from me. “I better be the only other person you want in your bed.”
I smirked. “I’m not going to catch feelings for the body pillow, don’t you worry.”
“Just remember how good I make you feel.”
“You know, I’m trying to,” I teased, flipping onto my back again and snatching up my phone. “But it’s just been so,solong since I’ve been reminded of that.”
Locke laughed breathily. “Are you feeling needy?”
“Lately, when I’m not nauseous, I’m off-the-charts horny, so that’s been fun. But after today, I can definitely say I prefer the latter.” I smirked. “Pregnancy is not for the weak, let me tell you.”
“Mmm,” he growled, the sound going straight to that space between my thighs. “I can certainly help you out with one of those things. Are you in bed?”
“Yes,” I said, my breath catching on the word. A flutter of sensation stirred in my gut. What did he meanhelp me out?
“Good,” he said. I could tell he was grinning. It was probably that little half smile I was so fond of. “Why don’t you get nice and relaxed. Go ahead and close your eyes for me.”
“Locke,” I started, a little uncertain. A flush crawled up my neck. Were we really doing this?
“Close your eyes,” he said again, leaving no room for argument, and my heart beat even faster.
“O-okay,” I said, letting my eyes flutter closed, listening to his voice over the speaker.
“What are you wearing?” he asked.
“Your shirt,” I told him.
He gave a raspy chuckle. “I thought something was missing from my duffle. What else?”
“Nothing else,” I said.
“Yes,” he groaned. “Just the way I like you. Bare for me.”
My clit pulsed in response.
“I bet if I slid my fingers between your thighs, I’d find you wet and wanting.”
My eyes clenched as my hand drifted down my body, wrenching up the hem of Locke’s shirt. I let my palm drift over my belly, goosebumps erupting across my skin.
“I bet you’d start moaning as I parted your legs and kissed my way across your thighs,” Lock continued.
“Mm-hmm,” I said, letting my hand drift over my skin, imitating what he was describing.
