Page 153 of Merciless Desires

We get home and Sophie arrives moments later, shaking storm droplets off her little polka dot raincoat. Darragh brushes out her tangles after a shower, all with his intense eyes on me.

Sophie hugs me goodnight and with her near me, my baby kicks. “I felt that!” she cries out.

“The baby knows it’s you.” I smooth her tender cheek.

He was doing somersaults while Darragh was kissing me, too, like he’s telling they are his family.

Darragh stalks toward us. “Come on, Soph. Time for bed. It’s late.”

She skips toward the stairs, but it’s Darragh I watch, looking at his daughter. I finally get it. How kids become your world. I had all his attention twenty minutes ago, and now it’s like I’m not here. But it’s okay, I adore seeing him so in love with his daughter.

I make sure the kitchen is neat and then head to my bedroom. A few minutes later, there’s a knock on my door.

“Hi.” Darragh stands there with a huge box.

My eyes track across it carefully. “What’s that?”

“You’ll see. First things, first.” He puts it down and kisses me. “Fuck, you taste so sweet. I can’t believe I thought I could keep my hands off you.”

He deepens the kiss, my greedy mouth demanding more. His tongue strokes mine and my nerves light up with anticipation. I wrap my wrists around his neck, fingering the soft strands of his hair. Moving his mouth down my throat, he sucks on my jugular. He bites and nips at me, growling, the real Darragh emerging. No more mister nice guy.

He unzips his pants, and groans, “I’m dying to fuck you.”

Swallowing my lust, I step back. “You really want me like this?”

“Especially since you’re like this. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. You glow. And you’re so damn sexy.”

“How… How can we?”

“Undress for me.” He cups his dick over his briefs. His pants are open and lazily hanging off his hips. “Slowly. Let me watch you.”

For all the similarities, he and Cormac are vastly different. Cormac was wild, ripping my clothes off, shoving himself inside me. Usually without a condom, which is why I’m pregnant. He was reckless, and I went along with it like an idiot.

Darragh is slow and measured and has me aching for him to the point of unbearable pain.

I slip the cardigan off my shoulders and let it drop. I never had big boobs, but I’m enormous now. They barely fit into this tank top. With my fingers inside the waistband of the yoga pants, I slide them down, thankful I let the saleslady talk me into a few thongs.

I turn around and love the gasp that escapes Darragh. From behind, I don’t look pregnant. All he sees is my ass and my back. I lift my hair up, finally enjoying the long waves again now that I’ve been able to wash it with actual shampoo and not a bar of skeevy motel soap.

I catch my reflection in the stand-up mirror, and a shadow approaches me.

“I said undress for me.” Darragh’s hands come around and cup my breasts. “Guess I have to help you.” He lowers the thin straps one at a time and rolls them down, exposing my nipples. Leaving the fabric hugging my stomach, Darragh’s fingers slip into my panties. “Fuck, you’re still so wet,” he groans.

“Look at what you’re doing to me.” I gasp for a breath.

“I have to fuck you.” He shucks his pants off and kicks them away. The bulge in his briefs steals my breath.

I pull off the tank top and feel sexy as hell, even with my baby-thickened body.

Darragh rolls down his briefs, and all his cut muscles work to show me what’s between his legs. It’s a stunning sight, how sculpted and perfect he is. His dick hangs heavily between his legs and stiffens in his hand.

“Get on the bed. On your knees. Hands on the headboard.” He kisses my back. “Hold the fuck on.”

My heart pounding, I do what he says and shudder, feeling him behind me.

Darragh pulls my thong to the side, and teases me with his dick, the thick head breaching me slowly. “Fuck.”

“I need you inside me.”

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