Page 94 of I Replaced His Husband
"Were you hoping it’d stop once things stabilized with the pregnancy?" I whispered, leaning in and leaving a small kiss on the side of his neck.
Kay let out a soft gasp. "I won’t lie, I’m not happy that I can’t even take a long car ride without this happening."
My lips were already on his glands, the tips of my fingers sneaking up under his sweater, skimming his naked, hot skin.
"I get how that would be exhausting, like being stuck in constant heat. But I need you to know it’s not a burden for meto help. Sometimes I even find myself hoping you’ll need it… counting the time."
He already had his eyes closed, as my hand was making small, sensual circles over his ribs, heading toward his hard nipples.
So I added, keeping it in a sensual, husky voice, "I know it’s different for you, but for me, this is a… beautiful, fulfilling experience. Something rare. I enjoy it immensely. I’m not doing it out of pity. I want it, and sometimes I catch myself worrying that one day the waves will stop."
Kay opened his eyes and tilted his head, searching my face as I lifted mine from his left neck gland. Our gazes met.
"That’s… nice, Rain. I’m glad it’s not a bother for you. It’s just… sometimes I’m not mentally in the mood. Like now, in the middle of a road trip. But my body doesn’t care, trampling over my will. Being an inconvenience."
I raised my hand and stroked his cheek and jaw, my fingers brushing over his lower lip. He opened it in such a sexual, bare way that my dick almost pushed through my fly.
"I wish it lined up with what you want." I sighed, lowering my lips to his neck. "But for now, just know you don’t have to feel bad about needing me. If anything, I’m the one who’s waiting, hoping, and needing you, Kay. So much," I whispered, my lips already sucking lightly, nibbling on his gland. My hand went back under his clothes, brushing his stomach and chest.
His face was flushed, his cherry lips opened, and he blurted out breathlessly, "You really feel that way?"
My fingers pinched his hard nipple, and he moaned loudly.
"How could I not? You’re stunning, Kay. I want you all the time." My hand was sweetly torturing his rock-hard nipples, and his pulse was galloping.
"Then… take me."
That was all I needed. I took off his sweater and jeans, then gently grabbed his thighs and pulled them over my knees. He ended up sitting on my bent legs, his own legs resting at my sides. His face was now in a very intimate and close proximity.
And… right away I saw him tense up. This was basically a riding position, except I was upright.
"Would you be okay trying to ride me a little?" I asked, watching his flushed face.
He didn’t answer right away. I slowly stroked his back, massaging his round buttocks.
"You don’t get it, Rain. If I do that… it would mean I’m the one actually—" he broke off. "I don’t know if I’m ready." Kay pressed his lips together and went quiet.
I gave him a small nod. "Okay. I understand."
There was no need to push. I shifted us, turning so I lay on top of him, putting him underneath me in a classic missionary position. I didn’t comment on it any further. I just unzipped my pants and slowly sank into his wet entrance. His face turned away, avoiding my eyes, like he felt ashamed for saying no. But I didn’t make it into a big deal. I was committed to being patient.
Afterward, when we got back on the road, the silence stretched. Kay wasn’t in the mood for small talk, and we stayed quiet until we pulled into the city where the company headquarters was.
We parked in a lot filled with cars, then walked around the building. We were both stunned by how massive it was. I guess the pharmaceutical industry was doing just fine.
Out front, a long line of people was waiting to get in for meetings or whatever else they had going on. As we got closer, I realized we were going to be standing in the blazing sun on hot concrete for at least half an hour.
Despite his black hair, Kay had very fair skin, and since he was pregnant, it wasn’t exactly ideal for him to be standingthere, roasting in the sun like that. I looked around and spotted an old sign leaning against the guard booth that said, ‘Parking Closed’.
I excused myself and headed over to the booth. An older beta guard was inside. I showed him the sign and asked if I could borrow it for a bit, holding a $50 bill between my fingers. He smirked and handed it to me without hesitation. The exchange was fast.
When I came back to Kay, everyone else in line was staring. I walked up to him and raised the sign above his head. People turned and whispered, but I tuned them out.
Our eyes met, and there was something different in his gaze. His energy felt like it was in constant flux, as if he was standing on the edge of deciding whether to start liking me or keep holding back.
But his whole aura was so unsteady and scattered that it was hard to tell what exactly was going on. The trip had clearly taken more out of him than I’d realized.
"Thank you," he said softly.
