Page 66 of Can We Try?

Once all the adults have their cake, everyone finds a place to sit in the living room. We laugh and talk and play with the kids, and it’s a great night. It’s not how we started. We were just five guys, doing our thing. Now we’re five guys who have found the loves of our lives, and we’re all fathers, or going to be soon. This ending is way better than any of us could have hoped for.

“Pick whatever,” I tell Maggie, handing her the remote. We came to my place after Kane’s birthday party to watch a movie and eat ice cream. Not that I’ll be paying attention to the movie. I usually spend more time watching her than I do the TV.

“What are you in the mood for?” she asks, pointing the remote at the TV, looking at our options.

“Do you want an honest answer?”

She stops and turns to look at me. “Always.”

“You.”

“W-What?” she asks.

“You heard me.”

She looks down at her belly, and I know what she’s thinking. She’s too big, she’s not sexy, but she’s wrong. I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight. When her eyes find mine again, they’re blazing with need.

I need to show her.

Standing, I take the remote and turn off the TV. “Let me show you. I know your mind is racing, and you think that there is no way I could want you, but you’re wrong, baby. You are so wrong. You’re sexy and beautiful, and I want to show you. I can tell you all day long, but I need to be able to show you for you to believe me.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.” My heart hammers inside my chest, and I’m relieved at her easy acceptance. She feels this, too—I know she does—but she’s not trusting my words. She needs to feel it in her heart, and against her skin.

She places her small hand in mine, and I lead her to the bedroom, turning on the small bedside lamp. There are so many things I want to do for her. So many ways I can show her how sexy she is. I move toward the bed and sit, pulling her between my spread thighs. My hands caress her belly.

“I know you think this baby bump isn’t sexy, but you’re wrong. Mags, this bump is a piece of us. There is a piece of me growing inside you, and that is the biggest turn-on.”

“Show me,” she breathes.

That’s all the permission I need. I stand, working quickly and efficiently to strip her bare, then doing the same to myself. “On the bed, beautiful.” She does as she’s told and lies on my bed. Her hair fans out over the pillow, and her nipples pebble, begging for my touch.

My cock weeps to feel her warmth, but I told her I would show her, and that’s what I plan to do. After climbing onto the bed, I pull the covers up over us. It’s November in Tennessee, so it’s cold, and I need her to be comfortable and relaxed.

She’s lying on her back. While I’m on my side with my body propped up on my elbow, I begin to explore her. “These are so much bigger,” I say, cupping one breast and then the other, testing their weight in the palm of my hand.

“Yeah,” she murmurs.

I trace over her nipples with the pad of my thumb. One, then the other, giving them equal amounts of attention.

“Lachlan.” My name on her lips in that breathy tone is like a warm embrace.

Bending my head, I suck one nipple into my mouth, nipping with my teeth, then soothing the ache with my tongue, before releasing her and moving on to the next. “Is this better?” I ask her.

“You’re teasing me.”

“I’m showing you,” I counter. My hand moves to roam over her belly, and I bend my head to kiss her there. “Hey, little man. Daddy loves you,” I whisper to my son. My hand continues its journey until I reach her pussy. She opens her legs for me and moans when I lightly graze over her without giving her what she needs.

“Please.”

“Please, what, Mags?”

“Touch me. Please.”

My hand flutters over her thighs. My touch is light, but the result is still the same. She shivers at the contact. “I am touching you.”

“Lachlan.” This time, there is a little bit of a warning, and a whole lot of need.

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