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My thumb strummed across her clit and she whimpered, body shuddering with pleasure. My dick wasn’t even out and I could come just watching her ride my fingers without a flicker of embarrassment. She was absolutely stunning when she wore her confidence like armor.
I kept up the rhythm, paying attention to her breasts with my mouth and working her over with my hand. She tipped her head back again and groaned loudly as she clenched around myfingers. I kept going, slowing my pace, but not letting her have complete reprieve until she was back to looking at me with semi-focused eyes.
“Give me that dick,” she tried to snap. The command was lost on a shudder as I pressed hard on her clit with my thumb. She went rigid on my lap.
“Did I give you the complete prom experience?” I asked, eyebrows raised, body refusing to move until she admitted I’d rocked it.
Shae grinned lazily. “Oh yes. More than, actually. I’d have never fucked you in the limo back in high school.”
My grin was lecherous. “Thank God I didn’t take you senior year, then, huh?”
Shae let go of my hair and reached under her belly to fumble with my belt. “I like our timing. I wasn’t ready for you back then.”
“I sure as hell wasn’t ready foryou,” I admitted, letting her free my dick from my pants. She rose up immediately and guided me to her dripping entrance before pressing down and impaling herself. She sighed like my cock soothed something deep inside her.
Goddamn, she felt like perfection. I lifted my hand from her hip to push her hair back over her shoulder. I wanted unimpeded access to those tits. Shae was already riding me, an impressive feat in this dress with the vehicle moving and a baby between us. I liked that my woman was strong, capable of everything on her own, but willing to let me help.
“I sure as hell didn’t know that one day I’d love you with every piece of my heart,” I said, staring into her gorgeous gray-blue eyes. They went wide at my admission. I pulled her into me, kissing her slow and deep, forcing her to slow down her race to orgasm. I didn’t need her to say it back, but I needed to spell out what I’d been trying to show her for months.
I’d never told a woman I loved her, but this felt right. Had felt right for a long time, I just didn’t want to scare her with the truth. But maybe Mom was right. Maybe Shae needed the bare, honest truth in order to trust me.
Soon the kiss turned desperate. Teeth and tongues battled for dominance. Shae’s rhythm faltered and I took my hands away from her face to help her lift her hips up and down, my thumbs resting where our baby sat. Her forehead pressed to mine, our gasps and heavy breathing filling the air. She came a second time just as we pulled to a stop outside her house. I happily fell after her, spilling into her body like that was where I was meant to be all along.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Shae
Time was flyingand the end of the school year was staring us down. Kids were testy and so were the teachers who were grading stacks of essays and tests. My left hand absently rubbed my belly in a circle, a habit I hadn’t been aware of until Lydia called me “sickly adorable” one day during our lunch break at school. It was strange how quickly my body changed the minute I popped. It was like each day brought a new change from the one before. It was miraculous and discombobulating, all at the same time.
I heard Boon walking into the dining room where I had stacks of graded papers in front of me on the table we didn’t use for eating. He put his hand over mine, rubbing my belly with me as he kissed the top of my head.
“Hey, gorgeous,” he murmured. “Can I get you something to eat?”
He came around and leaned against the table, looking hot in a pair of workout shorts and no shirt, all bulky muscle and tanned skin laid out like a buffet in front of me. Here I was with abeach ball growing in my belly and swollen ankles from wearing heels last night to prom and he looked like he was about to do a photoshoot for some men’s fitness magazine.
“Ugh,” I moaned, shoving my glasses to the top of my head and rubbing my tired eyes. They didn’t like wearing contacts like I had last night, but it was worth it for a formal evening with Boon. “I’m starving but there doesn’t feel like there’s enough room under my ribs for any more food.”
Boon grinned, dimples flashing. He’d been nothing but sweet to me the last few months, dropping everything to help me with the simplest things. He didn’t want me lifting a finger. It was nice. It was unexpected. And it was definitely making me wonder what was wrong with me. The man told me he loved me last night and all I’d replied with was an unintelligible moan.
“Hey,” Boon said softly.
I fluttered open my eyes to see him angling closer, that soft smile making him look like the world’s hottest man had turned into the world’s biggest teddy bear.
“I love you,” he said before kissing my forehead. “I don’t say it to force you to say it back. I just don’t want to withhold that information any longer.”
“Boon—”
He put his finger over my lips, smashing them together. “I’ll just keep showing you for the rest of our lives together.” He winked and backed off, pushing off the table. “You’ll believe me eventually.”
“Mim sharred,” I tried to say.
He took his finger back, letting me speak.
“I’m scared,” I said again, voice so pathetic it made me want to snatch the words back and scoff at them before shoving them so far deep in my chest they’d never see the light of day again.
“Scared of what, lovebug?”
I stared into his concerned eyes, not seeing the smirk or teasing they usually held. “Scared that what I feel right now is just due to pregnancy hormones. They’re making me crazy, so why not try to tell me I’m in love with the guy who’s been the biggest pain in my ass my whole life?”
