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She turns bright eyes my way and growls like a cute fucking baby tiger as she demands that I do as she says. “Of course I’m sure! I need it harder! I…I’m going to cum again! So fast after the last.”

She says the last like she can’t believe it. I take longer thrusts and work to give her what she needs. It sends me over the edge faster and this time when she comes, she is speechless, her whole body seizing and convulsing around me pushing me to give a loud roar and release a dam of cum in her little body. There is so much it pours out of her and puddles on the bed beneath her. Little shudders still course through her body and her eyes are closed, her breathing deep.

I loathe having to pull myself from her but also know I need to make sure she isn’t hurt or in any pain. When I pull from her, she surprises me by cumming again as the cream we made slowly leaks from her swollen entrance. I have a ring of blood around my cock and want to go running down the street showing everyone who I belong to and who she belongs to. Somehow, I don’t think Bonny would be too happy about that though.

So, the next best way…putting a ring on that hand and a baby in her belly!

Chapter Twenty-Three

Bonny

Everyone in town seems to be here in Grayson’s backyard. Friends, family, every nurse my mom has ever been around and… I think one of her professors in college, who looks like he might be flirting his behind off with her… ew! I breathe through my nose and try to keep my tummy from rising up again. I feel like crap, but no one is going to find out. I slap on my smile and hide my sickness behind it.

It's been three weeks since me and Gray first made love, and I’ve spent a lot of nights here with him. Last weekend he even told me to bring Tandy. He surprised both of us with a full bedroom complete with a little princess bed and a tiny white vanity that has real working lights on it so she can do her faux makeup when she’s over. It made me cry so hard. And Tandy loves it. She invited Mom over to show her and Gray made her dinner when she came.

I love how he loves the people close to me, and how he wants to take care of them as much as I do. Even Candy has softened towards him. Just last night we went on a double date with her and Storm, and had a blast together!

I think we might be going to a wedding soon if things keep heating up between her and Storm. I can tell he loves her when he looks at her. I see it now because I see it every time I wake up next to Gray. I couldn't ask for anything more. So why am I so nauseous?

My mind turns back to weddings. He mentioned something about wanting me to be his wife, but we’ve not talked about it since then and I’m too afraid he’ll tell me he doesn’t want to move that fast if I were to ask him. How would I even take that? Technically, we’ve already moved at breakneck speed telling each other we love one another and practically living together in such little time. Maybe one more thing might throw the good thing we have off. I should probably just keep my mouth shut.

The smell of barbecue hits me in the face, and I have to make a mad dash inside. I pray so hard that I don’t run into anyone while I make my escape to the second-floor bathroom. I don’t think there will be so many people here, thank God! My stomach lurches again as I think about what I would do if I met my mother on my way, but thankfully I don’t. I make it into the bathroom safely. And just in time.

I barely get the toilet flushed before someone knocks on the door. Shit!

“Just… Just a second.” I turn the sink on hoping it will cover the wobble in my voice.

“Bunny, are you alright, darlin’?” At the sound of his voice, I want to cry and curl up in his lap so I can rest. But we have so many people in our backyard.

“Gray,” I say his name softly, even as I go to the door to open it for him after I swish my mouth out of course. “I don’t feel great, baby.”

The back of his hand comes up to my forehead checking for a fever. He scoops me up and starts taking me to our room. “You don’t have a fever, bunny. What’s going on?”

“My tummy isn’t happy. The barbecue made me so sick, the scent of it.” And normally I love a good barbecue. He sits with me in his lap on the bed. And I am right where I want to be.

“Really.” That’s all he says and for a long time, we just sit like this with neither one of us saying anything. “Do you have any other things that aren’t feeling well or maybe seem off somehow?”

That’s a weird question.

“I don’t think so. Why do you ask?”

“Haven’t you been hurting?” He asks softly.

“Hurting?”

“Your breasts have been really sensitive lately, remember?”

“Oh yeah.” Memory floods back to me. “They have been a little tender. Do you think it’s the flu or something? Does that cause your boobs to hurt?”

“I don’t think so, sweetheart.”

I pull back away from him so I look at his face. He knows something. Something he isn’t telling me. “Is…it worse?”

He kisses me senseless before all the worst-case scenarios play out in my head. When he finally pulls back, I suddenly don’t care about being nauseous or that anything is off. I just want him…but there are people everywhere. Damn it!

He gives me a broad smile before bringing his fingers up to play over my cheek in a sweet brush of skin against skin. I want to lean into him and purr.

“Bunny…I think you might be pregnant.”

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