Page 75 of Beautiful Ascension

“Shit. . .” I try to find words. It’s been so long.

Rolling my hips, I grind against his stubbled jaw, matching his pace. He volleys between sucking my clit and thrusting his tongue in and out of me until my juices run down my thighs, and I’m begging him never to stop.

He grumbles something, but it’s incoherent, and I don’t care to figure it out, too lost in the way he devours me like he’ll never get enough.

My back braces against the wall as Owen’s hand moves between my legs, sliding his middle and index fingers inside me. I clench around the two digits as he hums his approval. I hear something about wishing I was squeezing his cock as my hips buck from the vibration.

Owen pushes his ring finger into my puckered hole, then pistons in and out of both holes at a relentless pace. Each thrust tugs me closer to the edge.

His tongue swirls around my clit, sucking until my back bows. Then he nips the bundle of nerves, and a scream rips from my mouth. The oxygen drains from my brain, spots dance in my vision, and my body jerks as I catapult over the cliff into one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever experienced.

I’m not sure when his fingers slip from inside me or when he places me on the couch. My body still twitches with aftershocks when his lips press against my rounded belly. “I can’t wait to meet you both. I’m the crazy dad,” he murmurs. His warm breath tickles my skin, and I’m frozen for the second time since he appeared in the bathroom.

Tears run down my face at the love in his tone. I choke back a sob, but he knows. I prepare to sit up and shove him away for daring to make me feel this way, knowing they broke my heart.

A loud bang sounds at the door. “Time’s up, fucker. Get out, or I’m coming in.” I recognize Fernando’s voice.

Owen curses, then helps me up. Once I’m standing, he grabs my leggings from their spot, and I blush, aware of my disheveled state.

He’s assisting me when there’s another knock. “Let’s go,” Fernando shouts.

“I’m going to chop his hands off if he pounds on that door again,” Owen mumbles.

My nails dig into my palms as I try not to worry about what just happened and what it all means.

“Don’t,” Owen pleads, and before I can ask, he lowers his mouth to mine.

Then he’s gone, and I’m uncertain of everything.

“You were gone for a very long time. I didn’t know pregnancy meant having fifteen-plus-minute bathroom breaks,” Shay teases. I know my cheeks are red with embarrassment when she giggles. “Your secret is safe with me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She smirks. “Tell that to your backward leggings.”

My gaze drops, and sure enough, the small logo in the top left corner of my pants is no longer present. “For fuck’s sake,” I groan, pulling my sweater down to cover the evidence.

“Which one was it?” she starts. “Wait, don’t tell me. Let me guess.” She pauses, pretending to think when she already knows the answer.

I roll my eyes. “Cut your shit. You already know who.”

“But it’s so much fun watching you squirm,” she teases.

We’re walking toward the SUV. The game is over. LWU kicked ass, and I’m ready for a well-deserved nap.

“I know he fucked me so good. They both did.” The all-too-familiar nasally whine carries across the lot.

“You had sex with both of them?” one of the cheerleaders squeals.

Samantha’s icy glare meets mine. “Yes, Wyatt and Wes at the party they threw last week. I have the pictures to prove it.”

My gut roils. Wes, I could believe. His vile words still play on repeat. Wyatt. . . My heart hurts.

“She’s probably lying,” Shay states, rubbing my back.

Shaking my head, I reply, “She’s theirs. It makes sense they would.”

Another part of me dies, and with it goes all the hope I felt after my encounter with Owen earlier.

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