Page 63 of Calamity Rayne Knocked Up

He shook his head in awe, then pushed my dress up higher to see my breasts, which had gotten substantially fuller. “Wow. I didn’t expect you to look so different so fast.”

“Good different?”

“Baby, you’re alwaysstunning.” He caressed my breast, pulling down the lace of my bra to gently pinch the tip of my nipple.

A sharp gasp slipped past my lips.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No, I’m just really sensitive there.”

“Really?” He bent to replace his fingers with his mouth and wet heat engulfed my nipple.

My body arched as he sucked, and his fingers returned to between my legs. Everything was feeling incredible. That familiar heaviness tightened in my core as my body pulsed under his touch. Building and stretching, like the waxing and waning of moon until I felt incredibly full and ready to burst. Then something mortifying happened.

“What the fuck?” Chin to my chest, I bolted into an upright position and looked down in horror. “What the fucking fuck is that?” I was leaking.

Hale stared at my body with wide eyes. “Is that supposed to happen?”

“I don’t know!”

I covered my boobs and searched for a rag as Hale Googled from his phone.

The shed was severely understocked for leaky tits, so I used my dress to wipe up the trickle of liquid dripping from my nipples—all sexy feelings gone. “I thought milk didn’t come in until after the baby was born!”

“It’s not milk. This says it’s something called colostrum.” He read from his phone as I tried to hide from any light. “It says oxytocin, the same hormone that triggers the let-down reflex during breastfeeding, can occur from orgasm.” He read directly from the article, “Breast milk may leak or spray during sex.”

“I’m sorry, did you sayspray?”

He pocketed his phone. “That’s what it says.” He bent to my chest, and I grabbed him by the hair, jerking him back.

“Hale! What the hell are you doing?”

“What? You think I’m not going not to touch your boobs for the next four months because of a little milk?”

I stared, wide-eyed, as he pinned my hands at my hips and licked the liquid from my nipple.

He shrugged. “It’s sweet.”

“I cannot believe you just did that.”

“Rayne, there’s no part of you that could disgust me. Who cares? We drink breast milk from cows.”

“Well, you’re not drinkingmine.” I pushed my dress back in place. “The baby needs it.” I protectively covered my chest.

“You’re being a prude. It’s not like I was going to nurse from you. I tasted it. So what? Aren’t you a little curious what it tastes like?”

“Not even a little bit.”

“Fine.” He chuckled in the same way he did the first time he tried to go down on me. Hale was always much more daring than me when it came to bed sport. “I’ll just have to fill up on the rest of you.” He yanked open my legs and went to town.

“Ah!” I dropped back and let it happen.

Three minutes later, I was howling and coming again, boobs dribbling like leaky old faucets. “This is terrible!”

“You’re too in your head. Don’t let it bother you.”

This, coming from a guy who couldn’t stand a smudge of anything on his body.

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