Page 67 of Unexpected Delivery

As he smiles over at me, turning his hand in the flow of air from the vent, it’s lucky I’m not buckled in.

I throw myself across the seat, scrambling toward him. He leans back just in time for me to climb onto his lap. The truck is roomy and spacious for a vehicle, but it’s still not as easy as I expect. My butt bumps the horn, and I jolt as my leg slams into the door.

Morris chuckles, his massive hands coming to rest on my hips.

I’m squishing his thighs with my knees, at least partially, as I stretch up to reach him.

The height difference is hot.

It’s also mildly inconvenient at times.

It’s so worth it to have his lips pushing against mine as his warm hands caress my ass. His scratchy beard brushes over my cheek, and I shiver as his tongue brushes mine. His coffee scent is even more potent with whatever pheromone boosters they put in that cologne, but smelling him always affects me on a deeper level.

My body buzzes with excitement and the need to be as close to him as possible. I grind involuntarily over his lap, and he does his best to hold me in place.

I whimper into the kiss as a feral growl vibrates out of Morris’s chest. “More, please.”

He freezes, his hands digging into my ass almost painfully. “This really isn’t the place, sweet girl.”

“It could be.” I groan, nodding wildly.

My teeth dig into my lower lip at the realization of how desperate I sound.

Do I really care?

I don’t think Morris will judge me for wanting him, and I’m so achy, it’s almost like I’ve got a wave of heat coming on.

Only, it’s way too soon for that.

The doctor told me it would be a bare minimum of three months after giving birth and possibly longer because I’ve been breastfeeding Gracie. But she made sure to recommend a birth control shot formulated for omegas, which I got during my appointment. She said it would be effective immediately, and it’s safe for nursing moms.

Morris’s cock hardens under me as I grab hold of his face and pull his lips to mine once more. My pheromones are everywhere, the smell so overpowering, I almost gag.

“Sweetheart,” he growls, flattening his palm on my lower back. “Fucking hell, your scent is trying to convince my instincts that you’re going into heat.” He moves his other hand into my hair and tugs me back enough that he can study my face. “If you need something, you’ll have to ask for it. I’m not about making assumptions.”

My face is hot, but so is my entire body. I groan, trying to force myself to speak. My system is severely overreacting to Morris’s pheromones. “You! I need you!”

“That could be a lot of things you need from me.” He uses his hand in my hair to pull my neck to his mouth. His beard tickles, and a second later, his tongue flicks over my skin. “The awful part is, I can’t do half the things I’d like to do to you because of where we are.”

“We could try,” I whisper as my nipples tighten.

“Well, you’ve already got my unwavering affection. Does that count?” He nips at my throat, and my clit throbs. “How about my complete devotion?”

I grind over his hard length and whine.

Morris growls, moving his hand between us. He squeezes my pussy, and my face gets even hotter. There’s no possible way he misses how slick I am. I’m not expecting him to pull the fabric of my panties aside while tugging my hair at the base of my skull almost painfully, but I’m not mad about it.

“How about you tell me if anything I do hurts?” he suggests, grinding his thumb around my clit.

“I can do that,” I sob, my nails digging into his neck. “Please!”

Morris pulls my mouth to his, using his hand in my hair as leverage. He seals his lips to mine and begins to work my swollen nub in some pattern that makes my body shiver.

My nostrils flare, scenting his arousal.

Dammit.

I wish we were at home. There’s so much I want to do to him in return, and I would really love to be able to feel his warm skin against mine.

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