Page 103 of Devoured By You

I laughed, circling my hips and clenching my muscles around his cock. His eyes closed, and he groaned.

“Feels so amazing.”

A faint stirring noise came from the baby monitor. I upped my pace, sweat gathering across my forehead despite the efficient air-conditioning. Blay held on to my hips, supporting me as I bounced on his dick with a sense of urgency, my palms on his chest. My climax crashed into me with the speed of an asteroid hitting the planet. Blay followed me shortly afterward as the aftershocks went on and on. I collapsed onto his chest, panting.

“Sorry,” I muttered, my lips traveling along the column of his neck.

“What for?”

“Too fast.”

“No such thing, especially with the world’s best cockblocker in the next room.”

On cue, Lukas let out an indignant wail. I groaned. Blay’s softening cock slipped out of me, and I flopped onto my back, still trying to catch my breath.

“I can go. Won’t take a second to fit my leg.”

I shook my head. “I got it.” Tossing the covers to the side, I climbed out of bed and slipped into a robe hanging on the back of the door. Lukas stopped crying the minute he spotted me, his chubby arms reaching up. I leaned into the crib and gathered him in my arms, peppering his face with kisses.

“Your timing is still off, buddy. We need to have a chat about that.”

He grinned at me. Already his fourth tooth had come through. He was growing up so fast that I was scared to blink in case I missed an important milestone.

“Let’s go see Daddy.”

I carried him to our room. His eyes lit up as he saw Blay, and he squirmed in my arms. Such a daddy’s boy. I handed him over. Blay tucked him into his side, sprinkling kisses on the top of his head.

“Can you say Dada? Dada. Da-da.”

I chuckled. “Might be a little early.”

“Pah. He’s a genius, just like me.”

“Hmm, I wonder if he’ll also have your amazing modesty?”

“Nothing wrong with confidence.”

“Good thing, too, considering you’re brimming with it.”

I left father and son to it and went to the bathroom. As I shut the door, my heart flailed in my chest, and my fingers trembled as I opened the bathroom cabinet. I’d suspected for a couple of days that I might be pregnant, so I’d bought a test when we’d stopped in Nassau yesterday. Blay had made it clear he wanted another child as close to Lukas as possible, so we hadn’t used protection for a few months now, but so far, nothing. Every time I got my period, I saw the disappointment sweep over his face before he hid it behind one of his brilliant smiles and, with a wink, told me we’d have to try even harder.

I dove into the brown paper bag and retrieved the kit. I read the instructions even though I knew what to do. Pee on the stick. Wait. Pray. Hopefully, celebrate.

After setting a timer on my watch, I prowled around the small bathroom. Why did time go so slowly on these types of occasions? It was the eternal unsolvable mystery.

The timer went off. I jumped, releasing a shaky breath. I grabbed the stick and muttered a silent prayer before looking at it.

Pregnant.

A gasp spilled from my lips, and I clutched a handful of my robe. I did it. We did it. My chest was full as I opened the door into the bedroom. Blay was tickling Lukas, my baby’s peals of laughter making my heart burst.

With a grin that wouldn’t quit, I tossed the stick onto the bed, where it landed in Blay’s lap.

“Merry Christmas, soon-to-be husband.”

He glanced down at it and then up at me. He picked it up, his eyes widening.

“Is this…? Is this…?”

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