Page 127 of Saddled in Secrets
“Lie down right now or you’re cut off until next year.” Authority clangs in my tone.
It’s a demand he listens to. After pulling out, he gingerly lowers himself flat onto the bed of the truck. The lazy movements are probably more for my benefit. I straddle him and ease myself down onto his cock. Mutual desire instantly rebounds when our gazes lock along with our bodies.
The shift in position gets him deeper. I can feel him everywhere. Especially as I begin to shatter and he fills in the cracks. With tame thrusts from below, Colton’s cock sends my mind reeling. Our combined lust crackles like sparks as we chase relief. The soft clap of skin joining is drowned out by the insistent throbbing. It’s frantic and demanding, sizzling between us in fiery waves.
One arm cradles my waist while he spreads the other palm on my abdomen. “Whose baby is in your belly?”
“Ours,” I gasp. “You’re always inside me now.”
Tremors quake from him in response. The jerky motion shoves him impossibly deeper. I moan loudly, no longer caring if we’re caught.
“Tell me again,” he demands.
“Gonna be a daddy, Stalker.” I rest my hand over his. “There’s a part of you growing in me. Soon enough, I’ll be big and round with our baby. Everyone will know you did this to me.”
His muscles jerk against mine, revealing the end is near. “Fuck, Princess.”
That’s another new development. Colton is obsessed with the fact that he got me pregnant. It drives him wild and I can only imagine his reaction once I’m showing.
His dick thickens, forcing me to stretch wider. That slight pinch pushes me over. Tingles burst into a hot surge that floods me with pleasure. Colton bellows and tugs me over him, tucking his face against my neck. His release spurts from him in three uneven jolts. My arms wobble, threatening to collapse under the pressure.I don’t want to put too much weight on him.
Colton maneuvers us so that my torso is mostly plastered to his right side. While riding the high, he drags his palms over my crooked spine. Gentle strokes guide me through the climax. I’m floating in euphoric bliss, lost to everything except the man holding me against him.
“Okay,” Colton exhales across my bare shoulder. “Now we can go home.”
Bianca might be in the driver’s seat, but I still rush around the hood to open her door. My fiancée beams at me and opens her arms, allowing me to hug her. But when I try to scoop her off the seat, she yelps and pulls away. The look she gives me is a harsh scold.
“No lifting,” Bianca chides.
“Princess.” I tug her forward. The sutures in my side tug from the movement, but I’m not letting it stop me.
“Nope.” She slinks out on her own, much to my displeasure.
“Have it your way, but I have a surprise for you,” I whisper against her puckered lips.
After a gentle kiss, she sighs with a smile. “Why am I not the least bit shocked?”
“This is kind of a big one.”
Suspicion pinches her features. “What did you do, Stalker?”
“Don’t give him all the credit.” Frankie appears from behind the house. “It was more of a group effort.”
“That’s what happens when the hospital won’t release me for a week.”
“Could’ve been a lot longer,” my cousin quips. “I’ve been keeping the place running for you.”
“Appreciate it. Good to have you on our side.”
Her glare is sharp as she jabs a finger at me. “That could’ve been a lot sooner. Walker was right that you abandoned us. My brother is a lost cause—and arrested, by the way—but I would’ve left with you.”
I wince. “You were just a kid.”
“But haven’t been for years.” She exhales and waves at the dirt we’re airing. “Didn’t mean to dampen the mood. That’s a discussion for another day.”
Which is when we realize that Bianca is quiet beside me. Her eyes are wide and pinned on Frankie’s dress. She opens and closes her mouth several times without uttering a word. After another muted round, the cat releases her tongue.
“What are you wearing?”
