Page 70 of Falling for Her

I blink several times, then gasp as tightening pulls at my stomach, an orgasm pending, and I look down over the growing fourteen week bump to see Damian eyeing me, a twinkle in his eye.

The man looks proud.

Well, I’ll be damned, this is definitely a good way to wake up.

He sucks on my clit while pushing one finger inside me and I slam my head back and moan as my walls flutter around him before he pulls out, pushes two in, and tilts them. He continues rubbing, hitting my magic spot and black spots enter my vision before euphoria fills me. I scream as my orgasm takes over and Damian moans.

He rubs my walls gently and licks up my juices, allowing me to come back down before he removes his fingers, and I look down to see him sucking them into his mouth, making my clit pulse.

Damn….

Damian moans again then climbs up my body, covering it with his own before pressing his lips against mine, but I don’t kiss him back when I feel material between us, and I frown, causing him to lean up a little and raise a brow.

“Why are you not naked?” I ask with a pout, and he chuckles before pecking my lips.

“Because you haven’t been cleared yet,” he rasps, pecking my lips again to keep me sweet, knowing I won’t get any which is totally unfair until he admits, “I just missed your taste.”

Well, when he puts it like that...

I grin, peck his lips back, and ask, “Shower with me?”

“Is that question even warranted?” he retorts and climbs off me, making me smile as he bends and helps me up before wrapping his arms around me from behind and guiding us to the bathroom. His lips stay in the crook of my neck, sending goosebumps all over my skin.

He mumbles, “We need to hurry, though, because your dad will be here soon to get your brother, who is still asleep,” entering the largeish bathroom and I nod and lift my arms as his hands grip the edge of his t-shirt that I’m wearing, letting him help me undress.

Dad and his girlfriend broke up last week.

Apparently, Aiden needed to go to boarding school, and I needed to vacate the house. Well, that is what I heard her say to my father when I forgot Aiden’s bag for daycare and went in to grab it after we said goodbye to them. He was to sell the bakery, mom’s legacy, my and my brother’s legacy, and the home we grew up in if he wanted to stay with her.

It turns out she didn’t like how much Dad put me and my brother before her in the months they were dating and how she had to work around his schedule. It's safe to say he slammed the door on her after kicking her out.

I never liked her, and neither did Aiden. Heck, I can’t even remember her name because I was too busy eyeing the money signs in her eyes every time she looked around Mom’s bakery.

We met two days before he kicked her out, and it is safe to say it was not a good meeting. We were her test, and she failed.

She eyed me up the whole evening or more like she eyed my boyfriend, his cut, and then me like she could take him from me, not realizing my father was testing her when he asked me to bring Damian to the meeting at the bakery.

I’m just glad he ditched her before I hurt her.

“At least Daddy isn’t upset over his breakup,” I sigh as I turn in Damian's arms and wrap mine around his neck. He smiles at me and continues moving me backward towards the shower.

Today’s a big day for him.

Two weeks and without a word to his club, we’re showing up for the family day, and he’s going to ask Acid, Cannon, Slick, and Bullet to help him move into his house on club land… and me.

I was initially apprehensive when he mentioned moving in together and on club land to boot, but after talking it through with Dad, he encouraged me to proceed.

I love him, and we are having a baby, so what could go wrong?

“You ready for this afternoon?” he asks, his eyes racing between mine, stopping just shy of the shower.

I nod and reply, “I am, and as long as those women stick to their lane, I’ll stick to mine.” Damian snorts before pressing his lips against mine and I melt.

Clubwhores that is what could go wrong.

“Okay, this time I mean it, angel,” Damian says as he helps me off his bike, allowing me to use his arm as a crutch, “That is the last time you are going on the back of my bike until after you’ve given birth.”

I smirk and look down at my teeny tiny bump underneath my tank top, then look back at Damian and ask, “And how exactly am I getting home?”

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