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I slowly pulled off her clothes, relishing and caressing each inch of skin that was bared as I went. The curve of her hips, her breasts, the dip in the hollow of her throat, tracing along her collarbone to her shoulders and down her arms.

I pulled her hands up one at a time, kissing the tips of her fingers, her palms, her nose, trailing my lips along the line of her jaw as I left wet kisses along the delicate curve of her neck.

When I pulled her jeans from her hips, I sat back, lifting one of her legs so that I could press a gentle kiss to her foot, alternating trailing up her legs to her very inner thighs. Her core tightened when I grew close, and I sensed her hesitation, passing over to the slight swell of her stomach instead. My nose brushed along her middle, wondering what it must have felt like for her to feel our baby move today. If I’d ever feel any different when I could feel it, too.

Her hands cupped my cheeks, pulling me back up, and she pressed her lips to mine, her urgency more forceful as she began to tug at my clothes. We quickly tossed them away, my fingers finally finding her slick folds. I slipped two fingers inside, and she gasped, her hips jerking up, and I groaned, she was so wet. I didn’t even have to touch her. As if sensing my thoughts, she pulled my hand away and tugged me over her, her heels wrapping around the backs of my thighs.

“Now. Please,” she demanded, and with one quick thrust, I buried myself inside.

I stilled, just relishing in the sensation of her heat, of our connection, and when Izzy thrusted her own hips in frustration, I smirked. She didn’t do it all the time, but I could feel it in the way she moved, the way she guided me with her hips and her hands and her touches. She liked to take control. To dominate. When I wasn’t doing enough, she steered me back on course, directing how things would go. And I was so here for it.

Knowing how quickly it did it for her, I dragged her hips into my lap, and she mewled, her hands going to cover her face.

“Oh, God, yes. This. Faster.”

I was quick to comply, her sounds growing louder the faster I moved. I reached between us, rubbing her clit, and after only aminute, she shattered, her whole body spasming under mine, my favorite position for making her come. Before she could recover, I pulled out and flipped her, dragging her ass up and sliding back inside.

She moaned deep into the blanket, and I grabbed her ass, squeezing it as I thrust into her from behind, her expression contorting into sheer pleasure as she gripped the sheets by my pillow. “Oh, God, Tucker. Yes, just like that.”

I’d meant to take this one slow and delicate, but the longer we went, the more frenzied it got, our bodies slapping together as we chased our orgasms. It was intense, and I pushed the urge for mine back, determined to fuck her so senseless that she never doubted how I cared or wanted her again.

She cried out after several more minutes, but I was still going strong, pumping into her over and over until she finally finished again. She fell apart so hard that time that I had to stop as she writhed under me, her orgasm so strong.

Rolling her over, those emerald eyes gazed up at me, full of desire. She grabbed my neck and pulled me down, her leg hooking around mine to roll me onto my back as she crawled over me. Her hands guided my cock back to her wet heat, and she moaned in relief as she slid back down.

Fuck yes.

Resting her hands on my chest, she went slow at first, finding her own pace until she was eventually just as frenzied as before. One of my hands gripped her hip, guiding her movements as my other reached up to wrap around her neck. The intensity like fire between us. “This is my favorite way to have you,” I told her, “Writhing on my cock above me and in control. Taking exactly what you want from me. I’m yours, princess. Use me how you need.”

I flicked my thumb over her clit again, and she gasped, her body convulsing over mine in one long orgasm before she fell, utterly sated, to my chest.

ISABEL

I sat in the middle of Tucker’s bed, the covers pulled up over my bare chest as I watched his perfect, god like form. Drunk on everything he’d just made me feel as he moved around his room to get ready for tonight’s game. It was in a little over an hour, and normally, I’d be rushing to get ready, too, but it was officially my first one I’d have to watch from the sidelines. My black and red patterned practice top, leggings, and pom poms were all I’d get to wear this time. I should’ve cared, but right now, I was just appreciating the view.

He pulled his basketball jersey over his head, shaking his hair back from his brow, and an itch hit my thoughts. One that I’d been trying to ignore until now. One I think we both had.

I bit my lip, debating.Should I try?

“What’s that cute head of yours thinking?” Tucker sent me a cheeky smirk as he sat down on one of his bean bags to pull on his sneakers.

I couldn’t help but smile. “You might not like it.”

His head tilted to the side, his expression asking anyway before glancing back down to his laces.

Here goes.“Have you thought at all about what’s going to happen when the baby gets here?”

He froze and then looked up. “Izzy…”

“I know. I know. It’s awful timing.” I tucked my head to my knees, scrunching my eyes closed before looking back up. Because I knew I was right. “We need to start talking about this, Tucker. With scholarships and things around the corner? April will be here before we know it.”

He groaned, collapsing back against the massive bean bag, and dragged his hands down his face before dropping them at his sides. “Don’t remind me. My parents are still talking about adoption,butI do think my mom’s starting to come around.”

“Yeah?” I perked up. “That’s good.”

“Can we talk about this later? I really don’t want my head twisted up before the game.”

I shook mine. “No, because of exactly that. I’m sitting here watching you get ready for a basketball game. I have an audition in just a couple of weeks, and we don’t even know what schools we’re going to yet or if we’ll even stillgetto go.”

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