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We’ve all reached out to them regularly, offering rides, but her dad always comes up with a reason they can’t make it at the last minute. Normally something that needs to be done around the house. I’ve overheard a few video calls she’s had, and it sounds as if it’s out of her siblings’ hands.

As if she can read my mind, she says, “Christian is coming tomorrow. With Ale and maybe Cesar. Cesar is planning to skip school, but the younger two can’t get away with it. Normally I’d tell them not to, but I miss them.”

“I assume your dad doesn’t know?”

Her easy smile falls away. “No. I don’t know what his problem is. Maybe he’s pissed I’m pregnant, but it’s bullshit he won’t come here. He won’t even talk to me for more than a fewminutes at a time and the second I try to broach the topic, he hands the phone off.”

“Maybe he’s ashamed of how he’s been behaving and doesn’t want to admit he’s being an ass? People sometimes run from their consequences,” I offer as an alternative.

She doesn’t respond until we stop by a massive oak near the edge of the water. “It still doesn’t excuse it. If I could, I’d have already gone there and followed him around until we finally talked about it. My hands are tied and it’s pretty shitty of him to be like this. I love mypapá, but I don’t like him so much right now. He’s punishing me for something that’s well out of my hands at this point.”

“Rolando is an idiot.”

I shrug out of my sweatshirt and fold it to create a seat for her. She glances at the ground and gives me an incredulous look. “I’m not sure if you’re aware, but I’m hugely pregnant and there’s no way I’ll be able to get down there.”

Instead of answering, I sweep her into my arms, surprised that even with the added weight from the baby, she’s still decently light. Being careful, I hold her and sit on the ground, then shift her so she’s between my legs and sitting on the fabric.

“Thanks?” Eyeing me over her shoulder for a moment, she turns to face the water and leans against me. We enjoy the scenery for a bit before she asks, “How was your shift last night?”

“Thankfully uneventful. My partner and I spent the evening transporting patients between hospitals; no emergency calls.”

“That’s good.” I can tell her mind is working hard, but she doesn’t say anything else, just sighs.

Leaning forward, I drop my chin on her shoulder and wrap my arm under her chest, resting it across the stop of her stomach. “What’s on your mind, pretty girl?”

“I’m bored.”

With a laugh, I kiss her behind her ear. “Right now, or in general?”

“In general. I appreciate all you guys have done to keep me entertained, but I’m getting sick of this. I want todosomething. Anything that isn’t what I did yesterday.”

Rolling my chin over her shoulder, I think it over and decide to take a chance. “You’re feeling pretty good this morning? Physically, I mean. No headaches or lightheadedness?”

“Yeah, why?”

Humming in pleasure, I sing out, “No reason.”

I let her relax again as we enjoy the breeze, and I slowly trail my hand over her sides, then up and down her arms. The soft stroking has her relaxing further into my body, and I use that to my advantage.

Running my hand over her swollen belly, I dip lower and ease up the hem of her dress. “What are you doing?” Her question is breathless, and she’s not stopping me, so I take it as a good sign.

“Making today different from yesterday. Will you let me play?”

Her answer is to arch her back and adjust so she’s more comfortably leaning against me. “Definitely.”

Laughing, I trail my lips across her covered shoulder until I find bare skin at the base of her neck. With her permission, I tug her dress up to her chest and slide my hand down again, finding the edge of her panties and slip my fingers under the soft fabric.

“Someone’s been getting teased for quite a bit. Are you attached to these?” I pluck at the edge and let them snap into place, making her jerk against me.

“Not at all.” She stresses her words with a lift of her hips, so I reach down with my other hand and grip the side, tearing them away from her pussy, exposing her to the air.

With a groan, I bury my fingers inside of her, using my thumb to rub at her clit. “Fuck, Miri. You’re soaking for me.” Ikeep my thumb on her with firm pressure and fuck her slowly with my hand, ignoring my cock as it strains against my pants to be freed.

I had no plans to make this about me, but she fumbles behind her and settles her palm over my shaft, squeezing each time I thrust inside of her. “Tate. I need to feel you. I can’t stand it.”

“Can you sit forward for a second?”

She pushes away from me, and I shift around behind her, shoving my pants down far enough to free my cock. Then I reach for her and help her onto my lap. “Fuck, yes.” Her encouragement has me dripping precum from the head of my cock.

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