Page 103 of Loving Whiskey

Chapter 44

Cash

ThemorninglightcaressesGrace’s skin, and I stare at her in complete awe. I call her Angel for a reason. She’s been my saving grace, the light in all the darkness, but right now, as her bare skin glows and I stare at the slight swell in her abdomen, I could swear that God above put her in my life.

Her eyes flutter open, and she palms her face. “Morning, Whiskey. Why so serious?” Her voice is scratchy and her smile mysterious.

I curl into her neck, inhaling her and tickling her at the same time, before I bite down on her shoulder. “Just looking at how beautiful my angel is.”

She lets out a silent soft laugh and smiles, then plops a kiss on my lips. “You are delusional, Cassius James.”

I sigh against her, letting the joy filter through my entire body. “I’m happy is what I am.”

Grace’s face stills and she stares at me in wonder. “I’m happy too, Cash.” Her hand moves over her stomach, and she looks up at me with a shy smile. “What do you have today?”

I have yet to tell Grace about my Christmas plans—and it’s Christmas Eve, so I’m running out of time. “Heading to Bristol for Christmas Eve with the family,” I say before kissing her again.

Grace pulls back. “Oh, okay. Well, I’ll get out of your hair then so you can get ready.” Before she can move an inch, I pull her back to me.

“Grace, if you think for a second I’m going anywhere without you, you’ve lost your mind.”

She smiles. “Cash, we just started this again. It’s okay, I’ll be fine for a few days. I’m going to the doctor anyway to get checked, and once they confirm that everything is fine, you are off Grace babysitting duty.”

I palm her ass in my hand and pull her on top of me. Grace straddles me, and I stare up at her gloriously naked body. Her breasts have gotten heavier, fuller, and more delectable because of the pregnancy. I lean up and nip at one, and she screeches and then rolls herself against my hard length. Before I get too distracted, I hold her hips in place and offer her a stern glance. “Now be a good girl and sit still for two fucking seconds.”

She giggles as she rubs over me again. I close my eyes and hiss in delighted frustration. “Gracie, I’m not playing. I’m trying to be serious here.”

“I seriously want you to fuck me,” she replies, tracing her fingers down her breasts, onto her stomach, and then rolling them over her clit as she rocks against me. “Please, Cash, make me feel good.”

I scrub my hands over my face to stay in control. This is what she does. To avoid conversations she doesn’t want to have, Grace uses her body, and I fucking love and hate it at the same time.

Without warning, I grab her hips, flip her below me, and jolt inside her. Grace sucks in a hot breath, speechless. “Finally, got you quiet,” I say, as I move above her, excruciatingly slow.

Grace bites her lip and closes her eyes but remains silent. I lower my mouth to her ear. “That’s my good girl. Now listen to me. You are going to go to the doctor, get the all clear, and then we are going to grab your stuff from your apartment and move you back in here,for good.”

Grace’s eyes fly open. “Cash, you can’t…” I stop her from speaking by moving quicker, and she’s unable to get out another word.

Gritting, I say, “You can, and you will. You promised you’re mine, remember that.”

She nods as her head falls to the side. “Yes, all yours.”

I tweak her nipple between my teeth, then look back up at her. “And then you are coming with me for Christmas. We are going to sing Christmas carols, drink eggnog, watch Christmas movies, and be the jolliest fucking couple anyone has ever seen.”

She laughs and moans at the same time. I speed up until neither of us are able to talk. I got what I want, and now I’m going to take what I need. Grace pulses around my cock, and we both cry out as I lean down and kiss her through both of our orgasms.

“Oh, you play dirty, Whiskey,” she pants below me.

I stare down at her and laugh. “Really, you’re just learning that now?”

She smiles and leans up for a kiss. “I love you.”

I pause midkiss and stare at her. “What?”

Her eyes soften, and with both hands she pulls my mouth so it’s against hers. “I love you, Whiskey. Will you come to the doctor with me today?”

I close my eyes at her admission. At herrequest.It’s been months since I’ve heard her tell me she loves me. Part of me wondered for a long time if I’d ever hear those words again. Coupled with the fact that she’s finally letting me incompletely,letting me come to doctor’s appointments—not just letting butasking me to join her—it feels like we’ve made it through. Like we actually have a real shot.

“I love you too, Grace. I love you so damn much.”

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