Page 59 of Sizzle

“Do you want to see the ultrasound pictures? They’re in my car.” She nods her head to the car that’s being pelted by the storm.

“More than anything. But after this stops. First, I need to feel you against me.” I crave her skin on mine.

Our kiss begins and never ends as I let us into my house, one I’m convincing her to move into with this recent development. I never want to be apart from her for another moment, and I don’t want one morning to go by when I don’t wake up with her.

Her legs are around my hips as I carry her to my bedroom, never breaking contact as we fall to the mattress together. Tingles light my spine up as we pull the sopping wet clothes from our bodies, sighs of relief falling from our lips as flesh meets flesh.

My hands tangle in her wet strands, and Gabrielle rakes her nails down my back to the chorus of groans we’re both making.

“Baby,” she murmurs, a rare pet name slipping out.

That one word lights my skin ablaze and means more than her lustful state could comprehend right now.

“That’s what we made together. When I was inside you, when we came together, we created one. God, but you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Seeing you with our baby? It’s going to be,” I have to stifle a groan of absolute pleasure as Gabrielle pulls me on top of her so that my cock slips through her wetness, “perfection.”

“Perfection.” She moans, and I know she means both right now and when our baby comes into the world.

“I have never, and will never, love anyone as much as I love you.” My hands bracket her face, heart thumping at how close I was to losing her.

To losing everything I’ve ever wanted … but only with her.

“Thank you for never giving up on us, even when I couldn’t see past the darkness,” she whispers, reaching up to thread her fingers in mine.

Now, we’re both holding her face, and I know I need to be inside her, but I pause. We’re on the precipice of the biggest chapter of our lives. The one where everything falls into place, and I can’t wait for it.

“I promise to always be your knight in grumpy armor, being stubborn as hell and not letting go, even if it’s irrational.” I kiss her cheek as Gabrielle giggles huskily in my ear.

“I love you,” she murmurs.

That’s when I push fully inside her, our bodies connecting like they’re made for one another. We make love slowly, almost delicately, as if a haze swamps us, and we can’t move any faster. It’s an anguished, erotic, burning build, and I’m shaking as my eyes collide with hers right before we both tip over the edge.

As I come, flooding her with warmth and her pussy flutters around my cock, I realize that I’ll get to do this for the rest of my life.

That has me pressing a sated, exhausted smile into the damp hair at her temple.

28

LIAM

The playhouse is buzzing with people; those mingling with glasses of wine in their hands, families trying to corral children to settle down before the show, and couples huddled together for a romantic night out.

I’m stationed at one of the doors, having volunteered to be an usher tonight when Wilson begged Gabrielle to enlist me after they were down an employee due to a stomach bug. As I hand out playbills to people as they enter, my attention is across the room. On the woman who I haven’t been able to keep my eyes off since the first time I saw her.

Gabrielle is practically luminescent as she flits across the lush, red velvet lobby. The space is inviting, warm, and vibrating with the pulse of energy only a place like this can provide. And the woman I love is furthering that feeling, letting her gleeful smile enhance people’s nights and their own excitement of the theater to come. She fits here, without a doubt, and watching her work is a privilege.

As if sensing my eyes on her, those green ones flick to me, and I watch her whole body relax when we hold each other’s gazes. Without having to say a word or make any gesture, I know she’s thinking about us getting home tonight and crawling into bed together. She is my home, as I am hers, and even in this room full of people, I can understand the comfort for her of having me here.

In the two weeks since we made up, since she told me we were going to have a baby, life has seemed brighter than ever.

We told my family about the pregnancy two days ago, and even while shocked to their cores, everyone seems excited for us. Cassandra was so happy that her friend was going to become a mother so close to when she did and burst into tears that Rebecca was going to have a little friend. My mom hasn’t stopped hugging me since, and Patrick won’t stop making dad jokes on my behalf. Evan might want to kill us all, but I know deep down he’s happy he gets to be the fun uncle and teach all the kids bad words and make them their first pancake breakfast.

“I’ve never seen you so smitten. Matter of fact, I’ve never seen you so happy.”

Dad comes to stand next to me, so out of place in this theater and the outfit Mom made him wear that I have to do a double take.

“She really got you into a suit jacket, huh?” I smirk, knowing this probably pisses my dad off.

“Woman is trying to suffocate me.” Dad huffs, then flexes his arms as if the sleeves are cutting off his circulation. “But I love your mother so, what am I going to do?”

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