Page 108 of Finding Forever

And it nearly blew the top of his head off. He cried out, thesound involuntary and it brought her bright, curious gaze up to his.

“You like that?” she asked and then tightened her grip again. He moaned helplessly and she bit her lip, and then gave him the most mischievous little grin. Nose scrunched, and her eyes all squinty and sparkly, that shallow dimple twinkling in and out existence like a firefly’s glow on a summer’s evening.

Not only beautiful, but cute too.

“Uh huh,” he grunted. “I like it a lot.”

“I’m happy,” she told him with a happy smile. “I like making you feel good.”

She tightened her grip again, then released, and repeated the process, while moving her hands up and down in the stroking motion. It almost imitated the way her pussy would clutch and spasm around his cock and it felt amazing.

She lifted her attention from his penis to his eyes. He stared back at her, his gaze bouncing between her flushed face and her small, pretty hands wrapped around his cock. Her wedding rings gleamed in the light, catching his eye with every movement of her hand.

Hiswife.

Beautiful, glowing, pregnant…

That thought made him groan again, the sound guttural, and—when her hands tightened once more—he cried out in agony and painted her gorgeous tits and dark, swollen nipples, with his thick cum.

Chapter

Twenty-Five

Fern and Cade were half an hour late for dinner. Even Kenny and Smith, who had a longer drive, were there by the time they arrived.

Cade hung back in the small, crowded living room and watched as Beth enveloped Fern in a tight hug, fussing over how pretty she looked in her strappy amethyst jumpsuit. Cade had been quietly admiring Fern’s new wardrobe for weeks now. The pastel and jewel tones, the sweet, flattering dresses and jumpsuits, cute, ever-changing combinations of shorts and tank tops or camisoles. It all suited her complexion and hair perfectly and he often found himself simply staring at her, awed by how much a flattering new wardrobe could quietly boost a shy woman’s confidence.

Fern had literally blossomed into a more talkative, more confident version of herself. One who no longer ghosted out of a room when he appeared, one who often challenged him and who was asserting herself more with each passing day.

Even here—comfortable now that she knew everyone better—she smiled more, laughed more with his family than he ever did. He could see the wariness and tension in her eyes, but her natural warmth made it impossible for her to remain aloof in the face of such a genuinely warm welcome.

She continued to resist the idea of inviting Beth and Gideon over for dinner, her mulishness coming into play. She’d also kept Beth at a polite distance since their shopping trip, despite clearly liking the woman a lot. Something Cade acknowledged was his fault. He’d been meaning to have a talk with her about it again.

This was Fern’s way of keeping things impersonal.

It went against her sweet nature. He knew that. He understood that, because of her upbringing, she needed a sense of belonging. She wanted friends, a family, which was why that baby was so important to her.

Cadehada family. Not many—or any really—close friends, but he’d never needed them growing up because his siblings had been his best friends. Then they’d drifted apart… nohehad drifted away. And Cade had felt like an outsider. An imposter in his own family.

And he knew why. He could pinpoint the exact moment that sense of belonging and family had deserted him. Leaving him feeling rudderless and betrayed and desperately trying to fill the gaping void that loss had left in his soul.

He’d promised Fern, when they’d first married, that he would take care of her. That his family would be hers. And then he’d ripped it all away with a few cruel words. And—despite their conversation about it at dinner a couple of weeks ago—he’d never actually apologized for those words, or rescinded them.

Gideon was hugging Fern now.

“You’re looking gorgeous,” Gideon enthused as he held Fern at an arm’s length to look her up and down. She went abecoming shade of pink always so damned happy at the merest hint of a compliment. “How are you feeling? Has your morning sickness passed? Beth told me it was quite bad. And the baby? Any updates? Has he started moving yet?”

The last question sent a jolt of shock through Cade.

It wasn’t something he’d ever considered. The baby moving around inside of her, a living, active being, making its presence felt in the real world.

It had always been just this alienthing… there but not. A concept, more than reality. A concept that Cade had never been able to fully wrap his head around.

But soon it would move, kick, prod at the confines of its—his? her?—surroundings… and that recognition quite simplyflooredhim.

He stood there dazed—thunderstruck really—frozen in place as reality finally caught up with, and crashed into, him like a tsunami.

Cade looked strange.Fern watched him in concern as his brother, sister, and Beth took turns to hug him. He seemed to be on autopilot, returning the hugs, smiling grimly in response to their enthusiasm, but very muchnotpresent right now.

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