Page 23 of Keeping Our Secrets

Deepening the kiss, I muffled her moans as I plunged two fingers inside her wet pussy. Her walls clenched around my fingers as I circled her clit with my thumb. Pulling back, I gazed at her face. Curling my fingers, I thrusted them in and out. Her eyes closed, and she arched her back, pushing her perky nipples closer to my face.

So close I couldn’t resist putting my mouth on them.

She mewled as I sucked on one and the other, then kissed my way down her body until I replaced my thumb on her clit with my mouth. Nestled between her thighs, I pulled my fingers from her pussy, chuckling against her when she moaned in protest.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make it good,” I promised. My cock was so hard it could probably drive nails into wood.

“How good?” she breathed.

“So good you might just come with one push inside you.”

Kneeling next to her, I squeezed my hard length. Before I had a chance to, she reached for the foil packet on my nightstand. She sat up on the bed and tore into the package. Then she stroked my cock from base to tip. The crinkling of the wrapper was the only sound in the room, other than our heavy breathing. She blushed as she made quick work of rolling the condom down my rock hard length.

Mairi was such a contradiction, so confident in her movements, yet so timid in her actions.

Once I was completely covered, I settled between her thighs. She licked her lips as I pushed them apart. With a roll of my hips, the head of my cock nudged at her entrance.

“Oh God,” she groaned.

Her jaw drop open as I pushed forward with a hard thrust. My dick twitched deep within her warm, wet walls. The thought of them clenching me as she came undone almost had me emptying my seed inside her prematurely.

Why did I waste all this time avoiding her?

Her hands gripped the pillow under her head as I pushed deeper and thrust faster. Until the only sound in the room was our breathing and the slapping of flesh. She threw her head back as I thrust one final time.

Plummeting both of us over the edge, together.

CHAPTER 11

Mairi

For the next week, Liam and I hadn’t spent one night alone. Whenever we were in the same room, hiding my feelings and my current condition was more difficult. Our parents were still enjoying their honeymoon phase, so when we were all in the same room it was difficult not to share the same conspiratory looks as we thought of ways to douse their fire.

I tried to phone Jen every day, but every day we seemed to just barely miss each other. Playing phone tag with your best friend from the other side of the world was frustrating, especially when I had such a crazy story to tell her. A story that shouldn’t be told via text. I needed to hear her voice when I told her that the man that rocked my socks off and knocked me up, was literally sleeping across the hall from me now.

To be honest, I didn’t know how I felt about that.

My mom still didn’t know I was pregnant.

I definitely hadn’t told Liam I was carrying his unborn child. Until the moment I saw him that first day, I never thought I would have to broach this subject with him. Not to mention that he was in the same house as me and we were sharing the minefield that was our parents as they began their married life.

Trying to ignore those feelings I stuffed down to the bottom of my toes while looking at the father of my child in the eyes was daunting. This move was supposed to open more doors for me and bring me closer to the rest of my family, but now I had to figure out what Liam represented in that future.

If I could ever get a hold of my best friend, she would know what to do. Even if she didn’t, I sure as hell needed someone to talk to. After all, she was the only person who knew I was pregnant. At least until I got up the guts to tell my mom. Nothing like having to confess all of your sins in one swoop.

“Hello?” she answered after the first ring, her video popping up.

“Jen, thank fuck! I’ve been trying to get you for ages.”

“Hey chickie,” she giggled. “How’s Bonnie Old Scotland treating you?”

“Haven’t seen much of it yet,” I confessed. “Mom’s been too focused on her new husband to notice that I don’t have a set of wheels.”

I wasn’t really that upset that my mom was so focused on James. After everything that we had both been through, she deserved to be happy. James seemed to be the only one who could bring her any sort of happiness since Michael died. James always went out of his way to include me, even before they were married, so I was more than a little supportive of their marriage. I didn’t have a lot to compare it to since my parents had been divorced for the same amount of time I had been alive.

“Awe,” she responded sarcastically.

The only parents who were divorced out of my friends were Jen’s parents. They seemed to overcompensate their divorce by allowing her and her siblings an endless spending account. Sure, she had everything that she desired materialistically, but she lacked the relationship that she wanted with her family.

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