Page 12 of This I Promise

When I finally slide inside her, the world seems to stop spinning. The connection we’ve always shared evolves, growing deeper and stronger. This isn’t like any other sex I’ve had before. Everything in the past pales in comparison to being with Abby.

“Fuck,” I grit out between clenched teeth as I pause with my cock sheathed in her warmth. “You’re so damn tight. God, Sunshine, you’re perfect.”

She moans and grips my forearms as I pump in and out of her. Her heavy tits sway, and her dark hair fans out around her head like a halo.

I bury my face into the crook of her neck, breathing in her intoxicating scent. My hips thrust forward, pounding her into the mattress, and I struggle to hold back from coming too soon. She feels so damn good, but I need to get her there first.

I slide my hand between us, seeking out her swollen clit. Abby cries out my name when I find it and begin rubbing my thumb in rhythm with my relentless thrusts.

“Do it, Abby. Come for me. I need to feel you come on my cock.”

Her legs tighten around my waist as she reaches her climax, screaming in ecstasy as her slick walls convulse around me, gripping me like a vise. My eyes roll back, and I plunge into an abyss of pleasure.

Sensations course through my entire body, and my muscles tense up. I don’t know how long it lasts, but I’m swallowed by a world of orgasmic bliss unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.

When I come down from my high, Abby is staring up at me with something akin to awe on her beautiful face. I brush a damp strand of hair off her forehead before cupping her cheek and pressing a sweet kiss to her lips.

I ease out of her, aware of the cum that spills from her pussy and onto the sheets but not finding it in me to give a damn, because I love seeing the mess we made. I lie on my back and tug Abby against my side, pulling her thick thigh over my body while she glances at me with a satisfied smile.

“I can’t believe that just happened,” she says, dipping her chin to her chest as her cheeks flame red.

I chuckle. I can’t believe a lot of things, mostly that it’s taken me so long to see what’s been right in front of me for so fucking long.

“How about I make us some breakfast?” I offer.

“You don’t have to do that.”

Leaning over, I kiss her once more, just to make it clear that while this might be a “friends with benefits” arrangement for now, that doesn’t mean I’m limiting my affection to just sex. “Consider it a friendly gesture.”

Abby giggles as I climb out of bed, pulling on a pair of black sweats and heading to the kitchen. Her happiness in this moment makes my whole body feel light and solidifies the fact that she’s everything to me.

And soon she’ll be mine.

7

ABBY

Days turned to weeks. Weeks became a month. Now, I’m more than halfway through my pregnancy. Living with Evan has been nothing short of amazing, and not just because we’ve been sleeping together this whole time.

He never did get around to ordering furniture for the spare bedroom, and instead, we’ve been sharing his bed every night. Half his closet is full of my things, and he even emptied a few dresser drawers for me. It all happened so fast, but strangely, it didn’t feel fast at all.

It’s surreal how easily he stepped up when I needed him, when I needed someone to lean on after finding out I was pregnant. He’s my friend, not my spouse, even though all the ladies at my doctor’s office think we’re married. Someday, he’ll make a wonderful husband and father for a very lucky girl, and I hope this experience doesn’t ruin the idea for him. I also hope I can find a man like him for me and my baby, especially if the sex is even a fraction as good as it’s been with Evan.

Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d be having sex with my best friend. I’m aware of how gorgeous he is and that he could have any girl he wants. If he can’t date right now and Ican’t control these insane urges, then I guess it makes sense that we take advantage of the situation.

It’s a dangerous game we’re playing, but I’m positive that nothing could ever get in the way of our friendship. Still, we’ve decided it’s best to keep this between us, because I’m sure our other friends won’t understand. I just have to remind myself that this is just an arrangement, and everything will go back to normal once the baby comes and I’m back in my own apartment.

It’ll all be fine. Right?

Evan places a hand at the small of my back as we walk toward the banquet hall. Our moms have been here all day, getting the place ready for my baby shower. When he opens the door for me, there’s an explosion of pink, but it’s overwhelming in the best way. Balloons, flowers, and decorations bring the space to life with accents of gold and white adding a touch of elegant whimsy. There’re at least thirty people milling around, but my mom is the first to reach me as she hurries forward, wrapping me up in a tight hug.

“You’re here!” A proud smile spreads across her face. “Welcome to your baby shower!”

I laugh at her enthusiasm. She’s thrilled to become a grandmother, and I can’t wait to watch her spoil my little girl rotten.

Evan’s mom is next, giving me a warm squeeze before hugging her son. Blood or not, Heather is family and I know she sees me and my child the same way. After that, chaos ensues as I’m ushered farther into the room. Cheerful guests come to greet me, and I lose track of Evan when I’m swamped by all our happy friends and family. He doesn’t leave me for too long, though, parting the crowd so he can return to my side. He likes to be within arm’s reach, just in case I need him. And I admit it makes me feel better having him near.

The food is delicious and we all have a wonderful time eating and laughing and playing silly games. Everyone congratulates me, while my best friend beams by my side with a protective hand on my baby bump. Surrounded by so many well-wishers, I realize that it doesn’t matter how I got here—neither do the circumstances surrounding my unplanned pregnancy. I’m loved, and my little girl is loved too.

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