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“Buttercup, you’re happy and it shows. I’m still holding my ground; you get prettier every day.”

“You’re shattering all my walls, Aaron. You’re going to leave me defenseless,” she warns with her arms still around my neck. I have my arms around her waist. We are so close I smell the scent of her floral shampoo.

“You don’t need defenses when it comes to me. We’re on the same team. Remember that because it’s never going to change,” I say to her, and for once I leave her speechless.

CHAPTERTHIRTY

Briar

We are back at Aaron’s parents’ house in Grande Locke for the summer. We’ve only been here two days and I feel right at home.

I am sleeping with Aaron in his room, which was a little awkward at first because I think his parents preferred for us to stay in separate rooms. Aaron wasn’t having it though. He argued I was pregnant anyway and he needed to take care of me, so they conceded.

Now we are in his backyard, lying back on lounge chairs by the pool. Aaron lifts his aviator sunglasses off his eyes and sits up, swinging his legs to the side of the chair so he is facing me. “We need to talk, Briar.”

“Oh, oh, this sounds serious,” I say.

“We’re sleeping together and having a baby together. You know I don’t want anyone else and I assume the same goes for you, which means. . .”

He pauses mid-sentence.

My heart ricochets in my chest. He keeps saying we’re a team. We are good in bed together and clearly have feelings for each other, but being pregnant makes it all the more complicated.

“What are you trying to say?” I ask, working too hard to keep my voice even.

“I’m saying we never had the relationship talk,” he says. I feel like a brick has been lifted off my chest.

“And. . .”

“Briar, don’t be difficult. We are essentially in a relationship, but I want to hear that we are official. So will you be my girlfriend?” he asks.

“Yes,” I giggle.

He stands and leans above me, bracing his hands on the back of my chair. He kisses me and slips me tongue. Then he lifts me up.

“Aaron, are you crazy? I’m too heavy for you to carry.”

“No, you aren’t,” he argues.

“Don’t drop me. You have to be careful with the baby,” I warn.

“Buttercup, I will not let anything happen to you or the baby. You’re both my life,” he says and my heart splatters to the concrete beneath me.

He slowly walks us into the pool. Luckily, the water is super warm so it doesn’t take any adjusting. He starts kissing me once we are in the water, our tongues tangle. His hands roam down to my behind and he cups me there, pulling me against him. Feeling his hard cock causes a little moan to escape me.

“We can’t have sex out here,” I say to him.

“Why the hell not?” he replies.

It’s funny that I can read his mind. We’ve only been together just over five months.

“This is your parents’ home. Their pool,” I remind.

“This is my home and my pool. My parents are visiting friends. They aren’t home. They won’t be home for hours and there are no neighbors to be seen,” he adds, since the property is so large there are no neighbors.

He dips his head and starts kissing my neck. Goosebumps pebble my skin as he moves his way down my collarbone. As he leaves a trail of kisses, he begins to undo the top of my bikini.

I’m lost to his touch. His mouth moves lower to my breasts, and it doesn’t take long before I am a wanton mess. This pregnancy has really done a number on my hormones. I can’t get enough sex.

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