Page 75 of Amor Prohibido

Not gonna lie, panic speared through me, and I wedged my hand between her thighs. “We don’t joke about things like that, sweetheart.”

She giggled and splayed my other hand across her face. I didn’t ask why; pregnancy had given her some weird-ass habits and smelling my skin seemed to be the latest one. Most of the time I was okay with it, but other times I was well and truly weirded the fuck out.

“Dammit!” she whined.

“What? You just realised you want sex but don’t want to go back on your word? Ouch woman!” I jolted when she found my nipple and pinched it, which made her laugh like it was funny as ten fucks.

“No, I need the bathroom.” Her snickering continued as she heaved her aching body upright, complete with a grunt of effort, and swung her feet to the floor. “Oof, it’s getting hard to get out of bed now. Mierda I’m getting big!”

I rolled onto an elbow and drank in J’s curvaceous, naked form. Pregnancy had accentuated each swell and crest of her body and it had me hungering for her.

My dick still saluted the dawn when she slipped back into bed minutes later, and nested her bare backside against me. She wriggled more than was strictly necessary, then giggled when my body involuntarily ground back.

Shifting so my dick nestled between her legs and all but begging for access to the holy land, I trailed my hand suggestively over her thigh.

She halted my movement by snagging my wrist. “Na-ah, back rub first.”

The frustrated growl that snagged in my throat made her snicker. “The things I do for you, sweetheart. This had better be the best goddamn sex in the galaxy.”

“Depends on how good your massage is.”

Nowtherewas incentive if ever I heard any. “Hold tight, babe. Your mind is about to be blown in more ways than one.”

“Put your money where your mouth is, Jace. Doesn’t pay to build a girl’s hopes up only to fall short of expectations.”

“There’s nothing short about me and you know it,” I deadpanned. “And I can think of better things to put in my mouth.” I hummed suggestively, then hissed when her fingers lightly, and deliberately, brushed across the tip of my cock.

I grabbed for the bottle of massage oil in haste, which she conveniently kept onmybedside table, and poured an unknown amount into my hand.

“Time for talking is over. I don’t want to hear you moan unless you mean it.”

“Oh, fuck yes,” she breathed out—and I had yet to lay a finger on her.

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I was sweating and out of breath by the time we finished. It was no mean feat, especially on a thirty-degree summer’s day.

“Thank fuck that’s all done,” I bitched, rubbing at my aching wrist.

“Beer?” Darren asked, wiping his brow on the hem of his singlet.

“Yeah, man.”

He uncapped two beers in record time and carelessly chucked the bottle caps onto the countertop.

I poised my bottle close to my mouth. “I’m glad we’re finished. I think J is nesting or some shit. She’s been nagging me about setting up the damn nursery already.”

Hence why Darren and I had been slaving our asses off most of the day, moving our shit into the spare room so Jax’s original room could become the nursery. And we chose the hottest day thus far this summer to do so.

Jax, Callie, and Lozza had gone shopping together, so God knows how much money they were spending. All I knew was that it would bea lot.

“You freaking out yet, bro?” Darren asked, then took a long pull on his beer, his eyes trained on me while waiting for a response.

I hummed. “Yes and no. No, for the fact that I’m looking forward to meeting them. And fuck yes, because there’s two of them and neither of us knows what the hell we’re doing.”

He chuckled and tipped his bottle in my direction. “That’s why normal couples get a dog first.”

I smirked. “When are you guys getting a mutt, then?”

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