Page 53 of Mending Scars

“You sure?”

Our eyes locked and she gave me that look that always knotted my stomach; the one that showed her love for me deep in those blue eyes. “Yeah, I’m sure.” She grabbed my hand. “Can we drop this? You just got home. I haven’t seen you all day, and I want to spend some time with you.”

The distrust building within me started crumbling as Kaiya smiled her beautiful smile at me. She rubbed the back of my hand. “I missed you.”

I looked at her for a second before turning my palm up and linking our fingers together. “Yeah, I missed you, too.”

Kaiya pulled herself up and sat in my lap. She draped her free arm around my neck and placed our joined hands on her stomach.

Exhaling, she laid her head on my shoulder and snuggled into my neck. “I love you.”

No, she doesn’t. She’s probably cheating just like Molly did.

Stop being paranoid.

I didn’t have much proof to warrant my suspicions yet, and I hoped my past wasn’t coming back to haunt me. I’d probably lose my shit completely if I was cheated on again.

Pushing the doubts from my mind, I leaned my head against hers and ignored the remaining knots in my gut. “I love you, too, Warrior.”

Come on, fit!

I sucked in my stomach as I tried to button my jeans for the third time, and just like all my previous attempts, I had no such luck.

Letting go of the waist of my pants, I released a sigh.

No more skinny jeans for me.

I was almost twenty weeks, and had recently started showing. I hadn’t gained much weight until a couple of weeks prior—the doctor said it was probably due to stress and all the morning sickness I’d had during my first trimester.

I’d been able to fit into all of my pants up until now. I frowned at my protruding belly.

I feel so fat.

I rubbed my baby bump. A smile replaced the frown as I thought about my son or daughter inside. The weight gain was more than worth it. Not to mention I had to get new clothes. Hello, shopping spree!

“Babe, have you seen my belt?” Ryker called from down the hall.

I could hear his footsteps approaching me as I answered, “I think it’s in the closet.”

His arms wrapped around my waist as he pressed against me from behind and placed his hands on my bare stomach. I was only wearing my bra and unbuttoned jeans. Leaning back into him, I tipped my head back on his chest. “My pants don’t fit anymore.” I pouted.

He chuckled before moving his hands down beneath the waist of my jeans. His fingers traced the delicate skin, slipping under my panties and sending a small shiver through me. “I guess you don’t need them on anymore then,” he whispered huskily in my ear.

My voice wavered slightly as desire began to wash over me. Ryker’s touch always turned me into a sex-crazed fiend. “No, I guess I don’t.”

His fingers slipped into the loops of my jeans. Slowly, he shimmied them down my legs before his hands traveled back up and grasped my hips.

I pushed my ass back into him, wanting to feel his hardened erection against me. He gripped my hips tighter and growled as he pressed his cock into me.

I moaned as one of his hands slipped in the front of my panties and found my clit. He slowly rubbed his fingers against the sensitive bundle of nerves and nipped at my neck. “I love how wet I make you, baby.”

Ryker moved us forward until my knees hit the edge of bed. He continued to expertly massage my clit as his other hand came up and gripped my ponytail.

He tugged my head back before his mouth claimed mine. His tongue parted my lips as his fingertips added fuel to the flames he was stoking inside my core. My body involuntarily quivered from his sinful touch, escalating closer to release with each stroke of his fingers.

Our lips broke apart as Ryker let go of my hair and bent me over the mattress. Climbing on, I knelt at the edge of the bed, eager for him to sink into me and ease the blissful ache he was building inside me.

I groaned in protest as his hand left my clit to pull off my panties. I heard him unzip his pants, then he grasped my hips and pressed his hard cock against my bare ass.

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