Page 78 of Unexpected Kisses

“I got my period.”

She lifts her hand and strokes my messy hair out of my face. “I’m sorry, Sare.”

“Maybe the universe is telling me I’m not fit to be a mom,” I murmur.

She blows out a breath. “To use your own words, that’s the bullshittiest bullshit I’ve ever heard. You’re gonna be a great mom.” She kisses the top of my head. “The best.”

I burst into tears at her heartfelt words, and I feel her move close, then her arms come around my body, tugging me in tight. I bury my face in her chest and let it all out. I’m not sure how long we lie together while I work to compose myself.

“How did you know to come over?”

“AJ called Theo when you wouldn’t answer your phone or the door.”

“Oh my God,” I whisper.

“He’s waiting on your couch.”

“No.”

I feel her head nod. “Yeah.” She smooths her hand down my arm and squeezes my hand. “He’s really worried about you.”

I sit up, brushing my hair away from my face and lean over to turn on the lamp. Squinting in the brightness, I turn back to Emma. “I don’t want him to see me like this.”

She sits up, glancing over my shoulder as the bed dips behind me. AJ’s scent surrounds me as his arm wraps around my middle and he pulls me back against his hard body. “Cupcake,” he whispers, then places the softest of kisses on my shoulder. My lids drop closed with appreciation for his tenderness and I feel the bed move. When I open my eyes, Emma’s standing.

“I’m gonna go and give you two some space. If you need anything, let me know, okay.”

I nod, and as Emma passes by me, I reach out and grab her hand. “Thank you.”

She bends down and kisses it. “Anytime.” When she stands, she pats AJ on the shoulder. “Take care of her.”

“I plan to.” Em smiles and takes her leave. The front door opens and closes, leaving me alone with AJ. “Why didn’t you call me, Cupcake?” I can’t answer him, so I shrug. “We’re in this together and I don’t want you upset and alone. You fucking broke my heart when I saw you curled into a ball in the middle of your bed.” He lands another gentle kiss to my shoulder and I shudder beneath his touch.

AJ moves into the middle of my bed and then pulls me into him until I’m cradled between his legs, facing him. He wraps his arms around me and I have no escape; not that I would want to leave the safe cocoon he’s created for us. “I’m sorry.” I drop my forehead to his chest in shame.

His arms tighten around me, banding around my middle and his hand strokes leisurely up and down my spine. I slide my arms around his waist, holding him close and we sit in silence. AJ kisses the top of my head every now and then, reminding me he’s here, and I soak in every touch, his warmth, every breath as it puffs across the top of my head, and every beat of his heart as it thumps against my cheek. He’s quickly become my person.

“What time is it?” I ask without lifting my head from my favorite spot.

“After nine.” His hand slides up my back, gripping the back of my neck. “Have you eaten?” I shake my head. “You need to eat. C’mon, I’ll feed you.”

I shake my head. “I don’t wanna move.” I band my arms tighter and a puff of air rushes across the top of my head from his chuckle.

“We can come back to bed once you’re fed.” He taps my ass and I grumble as I shuffle from his lap. He climbs off the bed and then helps me stand. “How’re your cramps?”

I melt. Literally, melt. “They’re not too bad. I took some Midol before.”

He guides me to my couch and gently pushes me down, hands me my crochet and the remote for the TV and leaves me with a kiss. I find the latest baking show and work on my latest project while he heats the dinner he brought with him. Once it’s ready, he brings it over to the couch and we sit together to eat as though we’ve always been together. These last few weeks with AJ, since our relationship has moved from the donor/recipient mode to relationship mode, have given me an insight into my future with him. This thoughtful, kind, and caring man. The one that’s put me and my needs first since we met. As usual, once we’ve finished, AJ cleans up, then returns to me. He props himself in the corner of the couch, then encourages me to sit so I’m leaning against him. His hand comes around the front of me, and he holds it on my stomach, his thumb rubbing back and forth in soothing strokes.

And I decide … this is nice.

Turning my head to the side, I press my lips to AJ’s and he immediately returns my affection. His hand slides up my body to cup the front of my throat as we deepen our connection. The light pressure turns me on and I twist so I have better access. I moan when his hands cup and squeeze my ass, pressing me into him, his hard length unmissable. AJ uses his hold on my ass to rub my clit against his dick—it feels amazing and pressure quickly builds in my core.

“Are you gonna use my dick to make yourself come, Cupcake?” he whispers with harsh breaths against my ear. He drags his scruff down my neck and bites my collarbone, drawing a moan from me.

“Yeah,” I tell him, softly. One hand slides inside my sleep shorts, heading straight for my clit and the move is enough to break the spell. Pulling my body away, I quickly sit back as though a bucket of iced water has been poured over me.

“What’s wrong?”

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