Page 16 of Dubious Secrets

“Hey, what’s going on?”

She looks up at me with wide, sad eyes. “He knocked over my noise machine and I’m already struggling to sleep comfortably.”

I pick up the discarded speaker on the floor and set it on the dresser. “Why are you struggling to sleep?”

Stassie shrugs. “I don’t know. Just restless.”

“Want me to lie down with you for a bit? I know you said you like sleeping next to someone.”

I probably shouldn’t offer, given what happened last week, that we brushed under the rug without a comment. We seem to do that a lot, neither of us wanting to confront the other.

“You’d do that?” she asks shyly.

I close her bedroom door to keep the cat out and dim the lights, crawling into her bed and patting the space beside me. “Come on.”

She settles down next to me.

“That okay?” I ask, and she nods.

I move behind her, rubbing at her arms and then wrap my arm around her waist. “Mind if I hold you?”

My hand drifts over her belly and my eyebrows furrow, unsure if I’m feeling what I think. Stassie stiffens in my arms as I rub back and forth.

“Did you pop out?” I ask. It’s the best way I can think to phrase it without using the word ‘bigger.’

“Yeah, it just happened out of nowhere.”

I swallow, my heart picking up. “Can I see?”

She doesn’t answer, then sighs and moves to get off the bed. “Yeah, it’s better when I’m standing up.”

Following her off the mattress, I turn on the room’s light as she lifts her shirt in front of the standing mirror in the corner. Her hand rubs over the small curve of her belly, and a shiver rolls over my body.

The sight of her growing my baby changes something inside me, I can’t help but walk over slowly and then kneel before her.

“I know we have the sonogram, but this makes it feel so much more real. Like the proof that she’s growing in there.”

Stassie smiles. “You believe me that we’re having a girl?”

I shrug. “I don’t care either way, as long as they are healthy. But if you believe it, then I’ll trust you, mama.”

Her eyes fill with tears, and she wipes them quickly. “Sorry, I don’t mean to get emotional. It’s just nice to have someone who feels like they’re truly in my corner, you know?”

I’m about to remind her about Mary, but I bite my tongue because I don’t want to ruin the moment. Her sister does love her, and I believe she still will even after all of this. Something deep inside me wants to claim her even further; I want her entirely to myself forever, and to never share her with anyone else. So I don’t acknowledge her fucked up family and the insecurities they’ve planted in her. Instead I’m determined to show her how I care another way.

I kiss her belly, then kiss it again, my hands cradling her sides. She inhales sharply, her stomach flexing as I drag my lips down to her belly button and below. My eyes flick up to hers as I tug at the waistband of her shorts. I want her unlike anyone else I’ve ever wanted before.

Her shorts fall to the floor and I lift her thigh, resting it on my shoulder as I press my mouth to her soft curls right above her pussy. My fingers slide to her slick folds, gathering her wetness and opening her up for my tongue as I lean down to lap at her swollen clit.

“Ryker,” she moans, her hand clawing at my shoulder.

I pause and look up at her. “Want to move to the bed? Would it be more comfortable for you?”

“Bed.”

As I stand I pull her shirt off, kneading her breasts with my palms before picking her up and carrying her to the bed. She’s so petite, my cock hardens further at the thought of her filling out with pregnancy curves.

I lay her on her back with her ass on the edge as I kneel between her legs. Pushing her thighs farther open, I lick up her slit as she moans, arching into my face.

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