Page 86 of Unexpected Kisses

She mumbles something against my pecs I can’t understand so I bring my hands around to cup her face, tilting it up to mine. Red, swollen eyes and blotchy cheeks greet me, breaking my heart further. I kiss her forehead, nose, and each eyelid. “What did you say, Cupcake?”

“I’m the one who’s sorry. You have these super sperm, so I must be faulty.”

Her words are like a red cape to a bull. I tilt her head back further. “Don’t ever, and I mean ever, call yourself faulty. You’re fucking perfect in every way.” As she opens her mouth to argue, I drop mine over hers and kiss her in a way I hope shows her how perfect I think she is. How much I love her. Not that I’ve said the words yet. Sarah likes to do things slowly and at her pace, so I’ll hold onto those three words until I’m certain she’s ready to hear them, and now’s not the time. I kiss her like it’s the last time I’ll ever get to kiss her and I do my best to take away her pain and piece her back together.

When we pull away to catch our breath, I drop my forehead to hers. “What if I can’t get pregnant, AJ?”

“Then we find another way to make our dream come true.” Her eyes widen and her mouth drops open in a small O.

“Our dream?” she whispers.

“Yeah.Ourdream. You know I’m in this as deep as you are.” I rub my nose along hers.

She nods slowly. “Thank you.”

She seems to forget we’ve had this conversation before. I gently brush her hair away from her face, tucking the silky locks behind her ears. My eyes dart between hers. “You don’t need to thank me, Cupcake. I’d do anything for you.”

She smiles at me and a portion of the crack in my heart, repairs. I want to make her smile all the time. I don’t want to see these tears—this sadness. Without words, I undress her and turn on the shower. Slowly, I guide her beneath the fall of the water and make love to her. No words are spoken, they’re not needed as our bodies move with synchronicity. Hands stroking and mouths teasing, we come together beautifully, Sarah’s cries and my grunts echoing off the tiled walls.

I kiss her slowly as we both come down from our high, my softening dick sliding out of heaven. Still keeping my hold on Sarah, I step back slightly and grab the soap to wash her body. With careful strokes, I wash every inch of her, then start on her hair. First with shampoo, then conditioner, just the way she showed me. I massage her scalp with firm fingers, eliciting moans from my girl. “If you keep making those noises, I’m going to have to fuck you again.”

She chuckles. “Like that’s a punishment.” She pushes her ass back, connecting with my growing cock. It’s always like this with her. I’m addicted to her pussy, but more than that, I’m addicted to her.

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“Where are you taking me?” Sarah chuckles as I manhandle her out the door. I packed our stuff while she was at the hospital for her volunteer shift and now we need to get moving if we’re going to make it to the airport on time.

“You’ll see when we get there. It’s your birthday surprise.”

“But I didn’t pack anything. How do I know if you packed everything I need?”

I smirk at her. “I’ve got you covered. I used to be in the Scouts.”

Her feet lock in place and she looks at me. “Really?”

“Nah, just kidding. But I’ve got everything you need. I promise.” I kiss the tip of her nose and drag her to my Jeep.

On the way to the airport, Sarah’s questions don’t stop. “Can’t you give me a hint?”

“Nope.” I pop the p like a teenager with attitude and grin at her as she huffs.

“I don’t feel like I can relax and enjoy the experience without knowing where we’re going or what we’re gonna be doing?” And there she is, my overthinking cupcake.

I figure I’ll throw her a bone. “I’m taking you camping. Well, sort of.”

Her head snaps toward me and with wide sparkling eyes, she asks, “Really?”

“Yeah.”

Her smile is wide. “I’ve never beensort ofcamping before.”

I collect her hand and place it on my thigh, leaving my hand resting on top of hers. “It’ll be fun.”

We pull into the airport parking lot and find a parking space, then make our way into the terminal. “Where on earth are we camping that we need to catch a plane to get there?” Sarah giggles.

Sarah spends the flight updating me on the babies in the NICU. She practically vibrates with joy when she shares her excitement at getting to meet the parents of a baby she cuddled last time and how grateful they were she was there to love on their baby when they couldn’t.

The off-road RV I organized is waiting out front of the terminal when we arrive and we waste no time in getting on the road to our final destination for the next two nights. Sarah’s eyes almost pop out of her head when she realizes where we’re headed. “I’ve never been here before. Have you?”

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