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With Mom being sick, it’s made me realize how fleeting life can be. I’ve been feeling this way for some time. Why should I waste one more minute holding my feelings inside?

Briar stares back at me with her eyes filling with tears. Her lower lip quivers. “I’m in love with you too, Aaron, and it’s scaring the hell out of me.”

“Don’t be scared, Buttercup, fall with me,” I urge, leaning over and claiming her lips.

Her hand comes up to my face and she kisses me back. Her kiss grounds me. We get lost in each other. My lips move to her neck, and I suck on her skin, her head lolls to the side as her hands roam over my shoulders, moving down to my back. She shifts and then she gets up and sits on my lap. With her belly in the way, the only way to have sex these days is if she is on top of me or I’m behind her. I massage her breasts with my palms, and she slowly removes her top. Her breasts have grown to the point that they fill my palm and as I tweak her nipples, her hips roll over my cock.

“You better take those board shorts off,” she says.

“Someone is needy.” I laugh.

“Not as needy as you,” she bites back, making a show of staring at how my cock is tenting the shorts.

“Not my fault my girlfriend is sexy as hell. There’s only so long I can watch you glistening in the sun and not want to have you.”

“The feeling is mutual,” she purrs as she reaches up and tweaks her own nipples.

I lick my lips. “You like watching me, sailor?”

I nod. “Fuck yeah. Take off those bottoms and touch yourself.” My blood is pumping hard now. She has grown confident around me and it shows, maybe because she is starting to realize we are the real deal. I watch her slip off the bottoms of her bikini. She reaches down and rubs her fingers in her pussy.

“You need to touch yourself too,” she orders, her voice breathy.

I reach down and stroke my cock. “This is hot. Shit,” she hisses as she starts rubbing herself faster. I watch her breathing turn ragged.

“Do you want to make yourself come?” I ask.

“Technically you’re making me come. Rub harder, Aaron,” she cries out.

I stroke my cock faster. She looks like a goddess in the sun, standing on the boat stark naked, getting herself off.

“I won’t be able to stand. My legs are going to give out,” she warns.

I stand quickly and take hold of her hand. I guide her to a rail and tell her to hold on while I guide my cock inside her. We both groan from the sensation. She is so warm and wet. Her pussy chokes my cock and I am seeing colors as I pound into her. I rub her pussy as I thrust inside her, but I still have one hand supporting her hip. She goes off like a rocket. Pushing back onto my cock and rubbing herself all over me. I follow her over the edge, coming hard inside her. We are both thrusting and hungry. She cries out and I love hearing that sound, since we had to be quiet back at my parents’ house. At least when they were home we were quiet.

We both come down from our high and her legs are limp. I swipe her off her feet and carry her over to the bench. I sit with her in my lap.

“I’m going to drip all over you,” she warns.

“You aren’t scaring me, Buttercup. I like the idea of having my cum inside you.”

We bask in the sun and the afterglow of our lovemaking.

“I love you, Aaron,” she says, and I know how hard those words are for her.

“I love you too, baby, with all my heart.”

CHAPTERTHIRTY-THREE

Briar

Being back in Riverside for what was supposed to be my senior year is bittersweet. We couldn’t find a condo so Aaron and I are living in the hockey house. At least I have Ruby living here, and Annie is also back for veterinary school and living not too far away. The freshman living with us were alarmed at first when they met me at eight and a half months pregnant, but they’d both heard of Aaron and really looked up to him, so they agreed to no parties in the house this year.

While Aaron is in school, I work at Black Jack’s full time. I won’t be working the first few months after Nugget is born, so I want to make up for it now. Jace, my boss, was kind enough to give me day shifts since I am three weeks away from delivery and when night falls, I’m ready to sleep.

A bunch of guys come in to sit at a booth. There are six of them. I’m pretty sure they are on the baseball team. “What can I get you?” I ask the guy sitting on the edge closest to me.

“Whoa, you’re very pregnant,” he notes.

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