Page 180 of Love Undiscovered
“Would it help if I gave you a ring?” I ask.
“You have a ring?” she asks.
“Well, no,” I say. “But I am wondering if it would help if I did.”
“No.” She laughs as she says it.
I look at her, eyebrows raised in question. She looks at me, brow furrowed in concentration.
“Oh, what the hell?” she says. “Let’s do it.”
“That’s my girl!” I say, pulling her into a hug. “Nothing like awhat the hellto make a guy feel deserving of a proposal.”
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Remi – Five Months Later
“Ready, wife?” Chance asks me, reaching over to squeeze my hand.
“Just help me get out of the car,” I say. He’s been calling me wife for like five months. I can’t tell if it annoys me or not. I mean, it still blows my mind that we are married. And that we are having twins. I never, not once, thought this would be my life. But I’m settling into it okay.
I think.
We bought an SUV a few months ago. Which is good because I can’t get my fucking stomach behind the wheel of my beautiful Porsche. God, I miss her. She’s under a tarp in the garage. It’s not fair, because Chance still gets to ride his motorcycle, but I’m forever stuck in this monstrosity of an ozone layer killer.
Today we get to find out the sex of the babies. Chance runs around to my side of the car and helps me get out.
“Have I told you today that I love you?” he asks. A question he asks almost every day, even though he does tell me he loves me. Multiple times, every day.
I smile. “I don’t think so,” I say, playing along.
“I love you,” he says. We get to the elevator bay and he moves to stand behind me as we wait. “You know, you get more beautiful every day.” He reaches around and rubs my belly as we wait for the elevator. “More desirable.” He nuzzles my neck and nips at my collarbone.
“If by beautiful and desirable, you mean fat with cankles, then I believe you.”
“Feel that?” he asks as he presses up against my ass, and whispers in my ear, “I think about you, I touch you, I smell you, I’m near you, and I’m hard.”
My body shivers, and I’m not cold. The worst thing about pregnancy? The drastic hormonal mood swings. I’m pissed and self-conscious one second, and a horny out of control sex monster the next. I lean back against him.
“Chance,” I breathe. He moves his hands lower, under my belly, beneath the waistband of my pants and between my legs. Two fingers sink inside me.
“Oh,” I cry.
“Mmm,” he says into my neck. “Wet already. You fucking wreck me, woman.”
He uses his thumb to caress my clit, while his fingers pump in and out of me. I’m going to come in a matter of seconds.
“Oh my God, Chance, I’m going to—” I fall apart in his arms as my orgasm roars through me. A spectacular rush of white lights exploding behind my eyes, my body shudders and my limbs turn to something akin to Jell-O. He pulls his hand out of my pants and pulls me back against him. The elevator dings, and the doors open. An older gentleman is inside.
I can smell myself. I’m sure the man can too. Chance positions himself behind me in the elevator.
“Three, please,” Chance says. The man presses the appropriate button for us.
Chance leans his chin on my shoulder, then brings his fingers to his mouth, the same fingers that were just inside me, and licks them.
“Mmmm,” he moans softly. “My favorite taste in the world.”
A shiver runs through me. Again.
