Page 79 of Sweet Escape
Her brows draw together, but she nods. I lead her into the living room, flicking on the lamp. Neither of us says a word as we settleon opposite ends of the sofa, but I can’t stand the distance. I pull her legs onto my lap and begin massaging her feet.
“What are you doing?” she asks through a laugh.
“Making sure my baby mama is well taken care of.”
“If I had known getting pregnant would come with foot massages, I might have done this sooner.” She’s joking, but the thought of Olivia with any other man makes my stomach clench. She closes her eyes and lays her head against the cushion, groaning.
“Liv?”
“Hm.”
“Have you thought about what you want to do once the baby is here?”
“Honestly? I’ve only just stopped throwing up every day. I haven’t really given it too much thought. Why?”
“Stay. Make a home with me.”
Liv averts her gaze, fidgeting with her ring in that all-too-familiar way. “Are you sure?” She asks, her voice filled with trepidation. “What about Emmy? Won’t that be confusing?”
“Emmy adores you. She’s never known anything else. It might be nice for her to have a woman around.” Trying not to think too much about everything she’s missed out on, I clear my throat and continue. “Maybe I’m being selfish, but I want you here. I’ll make it work if you insist on moving out, and I won’t force you to do anything you aren’t comfortable with, but?—”
“Wilder…” She laughs, moving to sit directly beside me, that bright smile painting my world in technicolor. “I was just waiting for you to ask. This is your home with Emmy, and I wasn’t sure if I had a place here.”
“Come here.” I lift my arm, and she snuggles in next to me, the scent of her shampoo washing over me. “You have a place here as long as you want it.”
“I feel like I should warn you. I come with excessive baking supplies, debilitating, unmedicated ADHD, insane mood swings, and three a.m. pregnancy cravings.”
“Hmmm. In that case…”
She elbows me in the gut.
I let out a grunt of pain. “Fine. I guess you can stay.” I make a show of checking the watch I don’t have. “Would you look at that? It’s three a.m. Any cravings?”
“Just one.” She swings a leg over to straddle my lap. Her soft hands frame my face, gliding over my beard as she leans in and presses her lips to mine. “Mmm. Perfect.”
My cock hardens at the sound of her breathy voice. “What are you doing, Pretty Girl?”
“Satisfying my craving, Big Guy. Unless, of course, you’re not up for it.”
I thrust up into her, letting her feel every hard inch of me between her creamy thighs. “Does this feel like I’m not up for it?”
She moans, and I know I can’t resist this. I can’t resisther. It feels too fucking good.
“Tell me what you need.” I tug her hair free of the clip that was holding it hostage, and the golden strands cascade around her shoulders. Wrapping her hair around my fist, I force her head to the side, baring her neck to me.
Her hands glide down my chest, and she rocks forward, her perfect tits brushing my chest, begging for my mouth. Who am I to deny them?
I tug on the top of her flimsy tank, giving myself access to her rosy-pink nipples. My tongue flicks against her right breast, and her mouth drops open on a gasp. “Need you to be quiet for me. Can you do that? Can you be a good girl for me?”
She nods jerkily and I suck one perfect peak into my mouth, releasing her hair to trail my hand down to her ass as she rocks against me, seeking friction. I slide farther down the couch and haul her higher on my lap, so her pussy hits my belt buckle through her thin sleep shorts. “Ride me, Pretty Girl. Get yourself off.”
She doesn’t hesitate, swiveling her hips forward and back, her lips parting when the buckle seems to hit in just the right spot. “Oh my God,” she breathes.
Wrapping my hand around her throat, I pull her mouth to mine, swallowing her gasps. Her body continues to rock against me, and I groan into her mouth, my cock pulsating beneath my jeans.
“That’s it. Take what you need. Use me.”
“Fuck. I’m so close.”
