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Against my skin, he whispers, “I have two favorite things about you being pregnant.”

I grin against his lips before he presses a kiss to my bottom lip. “They are?”

“I love how swollen and sensitive your tits are.”

My snort turns to a breathy cry as he pinches my nipple, and his lips curve against mine. “And the other?”

“That you’re carrying my child,” he says, and before I can react, he takes my lips with his again. He curls his tongue along mine as my fingers get lost in his hair, gripping tightly as he plays with my nipples. We pull apart, both breathless, before he smacks my ass. “On your hands and knees, ass in the air, mami.”

I do as he asks with a little more eagerness than necessary, but I love the grin that fills his face as I wiggle my ass at him. “Like this?”

“Fucking fuck, yes, just like that.” His knee lands on the bed as he runs his hand along the curve of my ass. “Do you know how fucking sexy you are, Elliot?” he asks while he glides his fingers through my wetness, dragging it to my back hole. “You have the perfect body, the best cunt, and the cutest fucking asshole.”

I wiggle my ass once more just to tease him, and he groans loudly. He drops his head to my back, trailing his tongue along the ridges of my spine before taking a bite of my ass. I hiss, but then it turns to a moan when he runs his tongue over the spot he just bit. He captures my hips and pushes into me until he’s settled deep inside. Our groans mingle as I squeeze him tightly internally. He mutters a curse before pulling out slowly and slamming back into me. My breasts jerk from the motion, my fingers bite into the bed, and I can feel him everywhere.

He fucks me slowly but hard at the same time. Each thrust is with purpose, and I feel the pleasure everywhere. He reaches up, taking my breast in his hand and twirling my nipple between his fingers as he holds my ass in his other hand. He continues to fuck me with such careful thrusts.

“Harder, Alex. Please,” I beg, needing more.

“Impatient little thing,” he tsks, and then he slaps my ass, hard. I gush around his cock. His chest rumbles as he does it again, and I cry out, squeezing his cock. “I can’t with you. You are the best thing in my life, Elliot. I fucking swear it.”

Before I can even form a thought, his finger is in my ass, and everything explodes. I cry out so loudly, I’m sure that someone will be knocking on the door to tell us to keep it down. But I don’t care. I come so damn hard, I don’t know where I am, who I am, or what just happened. I squeeze his cock again, and he groans as he starts to thrust inside me forcefully, just how I love it. He finger-fucks my ass with the same rhythm he does my pussy, and never in my life have I felt such pure and incredible pleasure.

I know it’s Alex. Only him.

I feel when he is about to come. His thighs tremble, his fingers dig into the skin at my hip, and then he lets out the most glorious noise before thrusting deep inside me. His come hits me deep, filling me to the brim, and as he continues to fuck me, I feel it leaking out of me, dripping down my thighs, but he doesn’t stop. He continues to finger-fuck my ass, and I lean my head on my arm, breathing hard as my heart goes crazy in my chest. He stills inside me. His breathing is ragged, deep, and I want more.

He rubs my hip as he removes his finger. He kisses my back, my shoulder, then my neck before whispering, “One second.”

I don’t move as he cleans us up and then gathers me in his arms. I press my face into his pecs, kissing the words along his chest as his nose gets lost in my hair. I close my eyes when he moves his hand down my ribs to my belly. He leaves it there as we both catch our breath. I can feel his breathing evening out and I know he’s about to fall asleep, but I need him to know something.

It’s hard to voice, but it needs to be said. “Thank you.”

I feel him tense beneath me. “You’re not thanking me for sex, are you? Because I think I should be thanking you. I haven’t come like that in six months.”

A grin pulls at my lips, but I shake my head. “No. Though, yeah, same. But anyway…” He laughs, and I smile. “Thank you for being there for me today.”

I feel his heart pound in his chest as he gathers me closer to him. “I always will be,” he says against my hair. “Even when you don’t want me to be.”

I want him there.

Really bad.

More than I want my next breath.

CHAPTER 24

Alex

“So, will you strap the baby to the top?”

I glance over at my girl and give her a smirk. Elliot looks like a walking dream in a flowy green summer dress, with her hair in two French braids. She has a small bit of makeup on, but it isn’t her style or looks—it’s her smile that has me breathless. It’s been shining since game one of the series with Texas, and I can’t get enough. I crave it.

Even with her smiling a lot more, I know she’s sad about her peepaw. I offered to go to dinner with them, or even lunch, so she’d feel comfortable. I asked if a meeting would be better, but she turned me down. She doesn’t want to talk to him yet. I get it, but I feel it needs to be resolved before the baby comes. I don’t want her to stress over the what-ifs when we can get it taken care of.

Thankfully, nothing has happened with her job. She gets new requests from her peepaw in her email daily. She may be upset with how he handled finding out, which probably was no thanks to me, but she hasn’t stopped working. Like now, even when she is talking shit to me, she is working.

With a sneaky grin just for me, she looks back down to the post she’s writing about our win last night. We all got in pretty late, which is why she’s just now making her big post. Last night she only posted a story with the score and the three stars of the game.

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