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No matter how badly I want to cage her in and rut her through the goddamn bed, I can’t. I move back until I’m kneeling, and it allows me to fuck into her with no threat of losing myself and pinning her too fully.
I pull her legs up over my forearms and yank her ass onto my knees. I use my hold on her hips to rut as much as the position allows.
“Mmm,” Nik says, making his way onto the bed. “I knew there had to be a reason I woke up with a raging hard on. It just took me a while to find you two.”
“Nik,” Mel gasps, twisting to face him. He bends over, kissing her.
I try to keep myself clear. It makes no logical fucking sense, but seeing her pregnant makes me want to immediately fuck her full of another baby. Ridiculous breeding impulse.
Mel’s pleasure courses through the bond, and it only ratchets mine higher. I tease her clit, and it doesn’t take long before she’s gasping and tightening around my knot.
“Fuck yes, gorgeous. Come all over his cock,” Nik growls.
I ignore him as her pussy clamps almost painfully tight and I explode.
I growl as my shaft swells and my knot tingles. My chest heaves as I take deep breaths.
Mel laughs at something Nik murmurs in her ear. I carefully shoulder him out of the way to kiss her deeply.
Mel smiles through the kiss, clutching at my shoulders. I give the belly some space. The movement tugs on my knot and we both groan.
“Okay...” Mel shrugs. “I totally should have peed before this little adventure. Let’s make sure we don’t accidentally reactivate that timer.”
She grins.
Nik snorts.
I smile, shaking my head. She’s what was missing from my life all this time, and she’s all ours.
Chapter Forty
Nik
Each month brings a new set of challenges for Melody. She’s been working a lot in preparation for maternity leave, but she’s so exhausted that I think we’ll all be grateful once the baby is out, and we can help harbor some of the responsibilities.
We have her thirty-two-week appointment and everything looks great.
My moms come for a visit and throw Mel a small baby shower. It’s then I realize we need to encourage her to make some female friends in the area. She likes a few of the ladies in our Lamaze class, but my mom mentioned it’s probably not a good idea to count on those friendships lasting since everyone will be in their own baby bubble once they give birth.
Mel spent some time on the treadmill tonight, which is good because the doctor mentioned staying active can help make her delivery easier. She jumped into the shower after, but I’ve been lounging on the bed waiting for a while, and she’s still not out.
I push myself up and aim to check on her. I heard the water cut off a few minutes ago, and now I’m wondering what the problem is. I knock gently but get no answer. I poke my head inside and do a double take.
Mel is kind of lying on the edge of the tub, which is separate from the shower. She’s stretched out with her back against the wall and one foot on the ground.
It’s the shaving cream smeared over her forehead and the red face that has me striding toward her.
“Hey, gorgeous, whatcha doing?” I ask squatting down at her side.
“Failing at shaving, apparently.” She sniffles, glancing away. “I’m starting to get a bush, and I can’t believe none of you mentioned that my legs are practically at woolly mammoth proportions.”
I snort, grinning and patting her thigh.
“I’m kind of digging the hair. I love you, hairy beast or bare.” I cup her extremely round belly and focus on keeping my eyes on hers. She’s nude, and it’s very difficult not to stare at her heavy tits and the baby belly. They always seem to ratchet up my baser instincts.
She’s still frowning though. I can recognize my joke didn’t land like it would have a few months ago.
“I did a quarter of a leg and realized,” she sobs. “I can’t reach the rest.”
