Page 65 of Broken Pregnant Mate
He presses his palms to my breasts gently through my dress, eyes fixed on me as I move, taking him and grinding my hips into him, throwing my head back with the pleasure it sends through me.
Time gets away from me like it always does, my climax coming over me quickly, just on the heels of his knot forming.
“I love you, Emaline. Have I said that recently?” he gasps, hands like a vice grip on my hips, but still somehow gentle. Firm, anchoring.
I lean down to kiss him when I’m completely spent. His knot is still inside me, pumping steadily, and I roll my hips to test its size.
Big. We’ll be here for at least half an hour.
“Yeah,” I answer, nuzzling my head against his. “But you can say it again. I never get tired of hearing it.”
Epilogue - Aidan
“Holy Goddess,” Emaline says, taking my hand and gripping it tightly as she steps off the boat. “I can’t believe we’re going to make it one time.”
“I can’t believe you only vomited twice,” I say, grinning at her as she glares right back at me. “I’m serious, Em. I’m impressed.”
At sixth months pregnant, she’s been unlucky enough to have the worst morning sickness, but she’s persisted. We’re just getting back from our first trip away, but it helps that the last five months were spent on a tropical island, doing nothing but sipping on coconut water and lying on the beach.
It’s been a good compromise between traveling and resting, since the pack doctor seems to think Emaline should be bedridden for her entire pregnancy, due to the morning sickness.
“For fuck’s sake,” Veva had said, throwing her hands in the air when Emaline told her about her check-up, just before we left. “Men think we’ve never thrown up before.”
“I definitely have,” Ash said, chewing on her straw. “I’ll never look at a vodka cran the same.”
Now, we make our way down the dock together, hand in hand. When Emaline sees the truck at the end of the dock, she jumps a bit and starts to walk faster, her pregnant version of racing to meet them.
“Emaline!” Ash shouts, jumping up and down, waving a scarf above her head. “Welcome home!”
When we get to the end of the doc, Ash hugs her, and I bite my tongue so I don’t tell her to be careful with my wife.Instead, I meet Dorian at the back of the truck, and we work together to get the suitcases into the back.
“Kira wanted to be here,” Ash says as we all hop into the truck together, Ash and Dorian in the front, Emaline and me in the back. I sneak my hand over, settling it on Emaline’s thigh as Ash goes on, “But, unfortunately, the doc succeeded in puttingheron bed rest.”
“Well,” Dorian laughs, rubbing his hand over the back of his head and glancing at us. “Makes sense.”
“Why does it make sense?” Emaline asks, eyebrows shooting up. She leans forward beside me, putting her hand on Ash’s seat. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah,” Dorian coughs, eyes flicking into the rear view mirror again. “Everything’s fine…considering the…details.”
“For fuck’s sake, get to the punchline,” Ash twists around in her seat, fixes her eyes on Emaline, mirth glowing in them when she does. “It’stripletsthis time.”
Emaline sucks in a breath, hand going to her mouth. I can’t help but laugh, finding Dorian’s eyes in the mirror.
“Yeah,” he sighs, “I know. I’m forever indebted to her. She basically hates me right now.”
“I’d hate you, too,” Emaline says, frowning and settling her hand on her baby bump.
“Every time he walks in the room, Kira shouts,Just one baby! I just wantedonemore baby!” Ash cackles, turning back around in her seat and grabbing a drink from the center console. “It’s hilarious.”
Dorian rolls his eyes as we finally get to the edge of town, and Ash launches into a speech about why this time, he shoulddefinitelyname one of his kids after her.
“And, home sweet home,” Dorian says, coming to a stop outside the little downtown apartment. I put my hand on Emaline’s back, slide out of the truck, and help her down. When we’re on the sidewalk, suitcases around us, Dorian pauses before climbing back into his truck and says, “Pick you up at two?”
“Sounds like a plan,” Emaline says, before I can growl and say we’ll drive ourselves—that, now that we’re at home, the only thing I can think about is getting some alone time with her.
Even with only an hour to get ready, I make it work, finding a nice spot between her getting undressed and getting into the shower.
Exactly one hour later, I’m climbing into the back of the truck, sandwiching myself between two car seats as Emaline sits in the front with Dorian.
