Page 92 of Sometimes You Fall

Scottie removes the towel from her head, hanging it on the hook on the bathroom door, and then moves closer to the bed, reaching for a bottle of lotion she set on the nightstand earlier. She pumps the bottle a few times, places her foot on the edge of the mattress, and then begins rubbing lotion into her smooth skin, all the way up and down those silky legs of hers I just want wrapped around my fucking hips again.

Jesus Christ, this is torture. And it was all my idea. What the fuck was I thinking?

“It almost made me cry, but then again, most things do right now.”

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I decide I should probably shower so I can jack off before I have to sleep next to this woman all night. If I had it my way, I’d be buried inside of her when I come, and even though I hoped we’d get to that point again eventually, I am not expecting our night to end that way.

“I’m gonna get in the shower,” I announce, standing from the bed and walking over to my suitcase, trying to conceal the bulge in my shorts.

“Okay.”

Taking my change of clothes into the bathroom with me, I turn on the water and wait for it to warm up. I reach for my dick the second I’m under the warm spray.

It’s easy to forget what you’re missing when you haven’t had sex for a long time. And even though Scottie and I slept together almost five months ago now, I still remember every detail of that night. I know what she sounds like, feels like, smells like, and tastes like. And knowing all of those things makes being a gentleman that much fucking harder.

As I pull on my length, I think back to the image of her on my Nova, legs spread, pussy wet, moans leaving her plump lips. That familiartingle races down my spine as I tighten my grip and move faster over my cock.

“Fuck,” I groan on a whisper as the first spurt of cum hits the shower wall, leaving my body in ribbons that I wish I could see painted on Scottie’s skin instead. When I’m spent, I finish washing my body and then get dressed, feeling a little more at ease before reentering the room.

But as soon as I see Scottie sitting up against the headboard with her shirt rolled up, staring down at her bare stomach, rubbing her bump in soft circles, my dick grows hard again instantly.

Fucking hell.

“Whatcha doing?” I say as I run the towel through my hair, hanging it on top of Scottie’s on the back of the door.

She darts her eyes over to me and they immediately darken when she realizes that I don’t have a shirt on.

Yeah, I might have made that choice on purpose.

“The baby is moving.” She pats the bed, indicating I should join her. When I settle in next to her, she grabs my hand and places it on her stomach where our kid is doing somersaults. “Can you feel it?” A tiny push hits my hand, and I swear, I feel my heart crack open in my chest. “Did you feel that?”

I chuckle as my lips spread into a grin so big it hurts my fucking cheeks. “A little.”

She moves my hand to another spot, and the movement I feel there is more pronounced. “That was a big one,” Scottie says through a laugh.

“Yeah, I felt that one more, for sure.”

Scottie and I sit there for a few minutes, soaking up the miracle growing in her stomach before she says, “You know, I haven’t said thank you to you.”

“Yeah, you have.”

She shakes her head. “No. Not just for bringing me food I’m craving or rubbing my feet when they hurt…but for this.” She presses my hand into her stomach. “For this child, Grady.”

Fuck. This woman is killing me. “I know it wasn’t planned, Scottie, but I wouldn’t want to have a child with anyone else.”

Our eyes lock on one another as my pulse hammers in my neck. For one second, I contemplate moving closer to her, seeing what she would do if I tried to kiss her, but then she yawns, breaking the moment. “Sorry.”

Clearing my throat, I move my hand from her skin and stand from my spot. “No problem. It’s definitely getting late. We should probably head to bed so we can get on the road early in the morning, right?”

She nods, moving from her spot in the bed, swinging her legs over the side, preparing to stand. “Yeah. I’m tired.”

I give her privacy to do her nighttime routine, and then I enter the bathroom to do the same. The entire room smells like her, imprinting her scent on my brain, making me long to have this smell around for the rest of my life.

When I go back to the main room, Scottie is turned on her side in the bed, facing away from me. I take my spot closest to the door, the side I insisted on having. Scottie didn’t understand my reasoning until I explained that I want to be the first person an intruder encounters, rather than putting her or the baby at risk. She rolled her eyes but went along with it and, honestly, I would have slept on the floor next to her if she hadn’t.

I settle into the bed, lying on my back and staring up at the ceiling as the noises from outside filter through the room, along with Scottie’s light breathing. “Good night, Scottie.”

“Good night, Grady.”

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