Page 40 of The MC's Surprise
She shot me a challenging look, pulling me back down to duel her tongue with mine. I loved the fight. It wasn’t actually about who was in control. We both had a common goal. Which made the challenge all that more exciting because no matter who had the upper hand, we were both going to get what we wanted.
With Sierra’s help, I was out of my jeans and between her legs with a condom on my dick in minutes. I reached between us, teasing her with gentle swipes over her entrance until she was mewling and her nails dug into my ass in a silent demand for more. It was a little more complicated with the belly, I had to stuff a pillow under her hips to lift them, but when I pushed inside her, a loud groan filled the room that I couldn’t tell if it was coming from me or her. Maybe both of us. Her tight heat wrapped around me and I had to fight to give her time to adjust because my body wanted to go buck wild the minute I pushed inside her. I pressed small kisses along her shoulder, waiting for her body to relax, and shivered when she dragged her nails along my spine.
“Sierra, baby, you’re making it really hard for me to be a gentleman when you do shit like that.”
I didn't want to hurt her. I’d never had sex with a pregnant woman before, and I had no clue what would be too much. Sierra didn’t seem to care. She snickered, doing it again, a little rougher this time. I grunted, my hips snapping against hers in a punishment that made my eyes roll into my head. God, she felt good. I did it again, my control slowly slipping away with each thrust. Sierra moaned her encouragement, keeping up her teasing scratches until I was pounding into her. She never complained, so I figured it was okay.
Tingles gathered at the base of my spine and spread outwards, and I sucked in a sharp breath, trying desperately to hold back my release until Sierra came first. It was a close call,and when she finally exploded around me, I almost went cross-eyed with relief, finally letting go with a roar.
I threw myself to the side before I could collapse on top of her and crush her and the baby, but I wasn’t willing to let her go very far. I dragged her against me until her head rested on my chest and I had a grip on one of her thighs thrown over my waist. I couldn’t remember the last time I cuddled with a woman. Maybe the last time me and Sierra were together?
I was in no rush to move, soaking in the cuddles. Our kid was less cooperative and started kicking like crazy, the little movements strong enough for me to feel them against my side. I chuckled, rolling onto my side and putting my hand on her belly.
“Problem, little one?”
Sierra snickered, putting her hand on top of mine. “Probably complaining that we’re taking up their space. If I even rest my arm against my belly for too long, they kick me.”
“To be fair, it’s a small space, and they’re getting big,” I commented, rubbing light circles over her soft skin, trying to soothe the baby’s frustration. Things didn't move quickly planning these events, so we were already into the eighth month of Sierra’s pregnancy. I was worried about her keeping up with it all while she was so heavily pregnant, but I knew better than to ask her to slow down. I promised I wouldn’t coddle her and I was already terrible at keeping that promise.
Lying there, I finally remembered the topic I’d been meaning to bring up with her. Now seemed like as good a time as any to mention it.
“Hey, I wanted to talk to you about something.”
Pretty hazel eyes looked up at me, curious and open. I couldn’t resist leaning down for a long, slow kiss, savoring it for a moment. When I finally leaned back, she blinked slowly, her smile soft and languid.
“Was that what you wanted to talk to me about? Because I’m totally fine having that conversation.”
I laughed out loud. I loved her playful banter. Smacking a kiss on her lips, I promised, “We definitely will after I tell you about my phone call with Mel.”
She tipped her head, frowning at me. “What are you talking about?”
Blowing out a breath, I swallowed down the nerves and admitted, “Mel’s been looking to sell her house. I asked to buy it. I was hoping you’d come look at it with me, see if its good enough to raise our kid in.”
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Sierra
Of all the things I thought would happen after moving home, looking at houses with the father of my baby wasn’t one of them. Granted, he wasn’t asking me to move in with him, but still. I honestly thought he would have run the minute he found out. I never expected to be here.
“So I know the bedrooms are on two different floors,” he began, looking back at me anxiously. “We can always remodel. Her asking price is fair, so I can afford to do maintenance and shit on top of that.”
“Some parents also keep the crib in the master bedroom until they’re a little older because of night feedings,” Mel pointed out helpfully. “Saves them from having to walk far when they’re already exhausted.”
I hadn’t ever given much thought to buying a house. I couldn’t afford one when I lived in LA, and even if I could, I probably wouldn’t have thought about kids while buying it. Now, Vegas was showing me a house that he wanted to raise our baby in. And he was giving me the chance to see it first and makesure I was comfortable with the layout. The fact that he cared so much about being a good dad made me want to swoon.
“I like having a floor to myself,” Xander volunteered. Since it was a weekend, Mel had shown up to the viewing with Wraith and his little brother, who they were guardians of. He was a sweetheart, which many wouldn’t say about a thirteen year old boy, but apparently those two got lucky when he showed up.
“You’re a teenager. You don’t count,” Wraith teased. That got him a shove from his little brother, which became a wrestling match with Vegas helping because he was a big kid at heart and he wanted to give Xander a fighting chance.
“Run! We can corner him better in the living room,” Vegas shouted, dodging away with Xander hot on his heels. Wraith wasn’t far behind, and if I hadn’t gotten to know him during the past few weeks, I would’ve been terrified of such an intimidating man chasing after me. Vegas and Xander just laughed their butts off, and I could hear the barks of the massive rottweiler they brought with them as he joined in the fun.
Mel huffed a laugh, shaking her head. “Xander had a shot at winning by himself because Wraith goes easy on him, but now he doesn’t have a chance. Even two against one isn’t fair if Wraith is involved.”
“I wouldn’t want to go against him,” I agreed, taking a seat at the table she gestured to. She sat across from me, her smile kind. I’d spent more time with Skylar than with the other old ladies, but Mel was a bright, bubbly person and it took no time at all for me to warm up to her. She could probably make friends with anyone without any effort.
“So what do you think of the house? I agree being on different floors is a little more difficult, but there are work arounds for that.”
I lifted a shoulder. “It’s not my house. If he’s comfortable with it, then its his choice, I guess.”
