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I nearly came on the spot.

When she took my hard dick in her mouth, my hips bucked forward, and I almost lost it.

Gemma was amazing at giving head, her mouth, tongue, and soft lips working in perfect sync as she sucked me in deep. Her tongue flattened against the back of my shaft and licked up and down and around the head of my dick before sucking me back in.

Over and over, she continued the torture, one hand fiddling with my balls. My hands gripped the sides of her head, and my hips naturally moved back and forth. I fucked her face while she looked up at me, her blue eyes piercing my soul.

An animalistic urge took over, and I couldn’t stop. She kept up with me like a champion, and when I came down her throat, she drank down every single drop like a good girl greedy for my hot seed.

“Holy fucking hell,” I said between pants of breath, and Gemma got to her feet, smiling proudly like a cat who caught the mouse.

“Can I come now?” she asked so sweet and innocent-like, my dick sprang to life again.

“Oh baby, I’m going to make you come so hard, you’ll be replaying it in your head for days.”

“I already do.”

Fuck. I’m going to end up breaking the promise. She’s making it impossible not to.

I sat down in my desk chair and pulled her sexy body into my lap. I kissed and caressed her skin, along with every beautiful stretch mark from motherhood. I loved how the shapes and curves of a woman who’d birthed children were so soft and full, showing how her body created another life.

And when she rode my dick and came all over it several times, I knew my promise was broken.

I was already in love with Gemma McLeod. There was no way to stop it, and it hit me like a damn tidal wave.

But as the days shifted into weeks, we continued our little charade of playing music together and fucking each other’s brains out after.Not only did we feast on each other’s bodies, but we talked for hours. She told me about her life before moving to Appleridge, and I told her how my partying and drug use caused me to lose my dream. How I lost my family and friends and started over in this small town, much like herself, only she was lucky enough to have people she loved with her.

I kept my true feelings for Gemma hidden even as they grew stronger every day.

Until one day, she came to me crying with news she was scared to share.

Gemma was pregnant with my child.

It was time to confess.

CHAPTER SIX

Gemma

“I took the pill faithfully,at the same time, every single day. I don’t understand how this could’ve happened,” I cried to my mother after confessing about my friends-with-benefits relationship with Max. She’d suspected something was going on for a while, but with how happy I seemed, she let it play out.

Until history repeated itself.

“I’m terrified to tell him. He’s going to no longer want me, just like James.”

“You stop that right now, my love. James was a fool. I doubt Max is the same. Apparently, you’re too fertile for birth control. Maybe you should’ve used a condom, but what’s done is done. I have a feeling this Max may surprise you.” Mom wrapped me in one of her warm hugs I loved so much. Her intuition was usually right, but after the hurt James put me through, I couldn’t help but be terrified.

I cried on my mom’s shoulders for the rest of the morning while she rubbed my back gently. “Just go talk to him. That’s all you can really do.”

We were scheduled to play together tonight, but I was too worked up and anxious. As soon as I walked into Mixer, tears flooded my eyes, and I had no idea how I’d get through this.

On top of it all, including the crazy pregnancy hormones and awful nausea, I was madly in love with Max. And considering the promise I made to him, I doubted he felt the same.

How did I end up in this situation again?

I’m such a fool.

I found Max in his office, chatting happily on the phone to someone about a drink order. When I walked in, he ended his call and when our eyes met, his lit up. That was, until he got closer and discovered my puffy red eyes.

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