Page 62 of Savior

“Oh, yeah?” I teased before switching to the other foot. “You mean, you weren’t expecting a foot massage under the stars.”

Lauren fumbled against the bed of the truck before managing to grab hold of the strap on her purse. “Not at all, but it feels so good. I—I came for this.”

I looked at the small manila envelope in her hand with a sinking feeling. The smile that had been on her face only moments before was now gone. She used her thumb to catch the tears gathered in the corners of her eyes before placing it in my hands.

I’d seen one of these before.

When Elizabeth had David served in the middle of a bar.

It didn’t make a goddamn bit of sense.

“I thought—thought we could start over. I know I fucked up, but I’m trying here,” I pleaded, the blood draining from my face. I’d botched the speech, but I’d done my best to convey everything I was feeling.

“Tex,” Lauren said on a sigh. “It’s not divorce papers. It’s from my ultrasound appointment. I wanted us to find out our babies’ genders together, and I’ve been waiting impatiently for over a week now, so if you could open the damn thing already, that’d be super helpful.”

“It’s in here?” I tore the envelope open with trembling fingers and dumped the small scrap of paper into my hand. She could’ve had them tell her at the appointment, could’ve left me out of it entirely. Instead, she’d handed me my future on a piece of paper barely larger than a Post-It note.

“Open it,” she whispered, reaching for my free hand.

I unfolded it in my hands, my voice shaking as I read, “Baby A is a girl. Baby B is a… girl?” My eyes widened as I looked up at her. “We’re having two girls? That’s what this says, right?”

She plucked the paper from my hands, scanning it in silence for a couple of seconds before grinning. “We’re having daughters, Tex.”

Jesus Christ.

I mashed my knuckles against my mouth, laughing nervously. “I just—fuck! I can’t—we did this! You and me, we made them. I just—”

“I, uh, I came for something else, though,” she said with an almost dazed smile.

“I know. Celia’s been calling. It didn’t seem right to give her an answer when we hadn’t even talked. I needed to make things right with you—”

“Oh, you’re gonna fight with us, Tex,” Lauren said. “I didn’t come here for that. I came for this.” Her hand cupped me through my jeans, and I gripped the tailgate, my knuckles going white as my cock perked up for the second time tonight.

I could’ve talked it down and insisted that we wait, or told her that I just wanted to talk. Instead, I lowered her down onto the bed of the truck, while fighting to pop the button on my jeans.

“This is purely for health reasons,” I said, tugging the zipper down in an attempt to give my cock room to breathe.

Lauren could’ve told me to slow down, but she didn’t. She gripped the waistband of her leggings and arched her hips before tugging them down with a soft giggle.

“Jesus Christ, darlin’.” I pulled them from her ankles and tossed them aside before dragging two of my fingers through the folds of her glistening pussy. “You’re soaked.”

The back of her head fell against the truck bed with a dull thud. With a slow grin, I leaned down and inhaled her scent before dipping my tongue in for a taste.

“Is this nice?” I murmured, using the same words she’d used to torment me our first time together.

Lauren nodded shakily, lifting her hips up to my mouth in offering. I slipped my hand under her thighs, kneading the flesh of her gorgeous ass with my fingers before guiding her back toward my face.

This time, her hands moved over my hair as she fought to keep me from moving.

“And this?” I whispered, letting my tongue brush lightly over her clit. “Is this nice?”

She let out a low growl, and her foot came down against the back of my neck in response. Completely pinned to her body…hell, there were worse ways to go.

I let my fingers and tongue take over, not stopping to ask for her thoughts. Her quickening breaths and the feel of her thighs tightening around my cheeks were more than enough of a response.

When she finally came down from her high, she relaxed her death grip on my head and pushed herself up onto her elbows, thrusting her belly toward my face. “Do you want to know how many nights I’ve imagined you just like this?”

My throat bobbed up and down in a slow swallow. “How many?”

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