I wrap up my little speech to my pupils as their eyes glaze over. I know when to stop. It is also time to call it quits anyway. Our lesson for the day is over. Parents are waiting to pick up their charges.

“Okay, guys,” I say, and smile brightly. “Time to call it a day. Don’t forget to read over today’s notes. It’s just as important to know how your engine works as it is to drive.”

Braden teaches them how to drive and I teach them about the mechanics of the engine.

When we first thought of opening a driving school, I wasn’t sure what my role would be. It was Braden who suggested we incorporate theory with practice. It was he who said knowing about the workings of the engine was just as important as driving. And he was right.

The students grumble something that could be agreement or something else. It’s too hard to tell. But I don’t care. I know they’re learning.

Braden gives them a nod and they leave. He walks with them to their parents. I watch like a proud parent. It’s more rewarding to teach than I first thought it would be.

If someone told me a year ago I’d enjoy teaching students about cars, engines and stuff, I would have told them they were crazy. And yet here I am. Here we are. Braden has taken to his new role like a fish to water.

I love that about him. He doesn’t just say good-bye to his students; no, he makes sure they’re taken to their parents. Sometimes he exchanges a few words with a mother or a father of one of our students. Obviously one of the reasons we’ve become so successful.

Our driving school is thriving. We’ve had to create a waiting list, that’s how popular it is.

When Braden first had the idea, I wasn’t sure at all. But just like with most other things, Braden was pretty convincing.

I watch him bound back to me. His lips are curled into a devilish smile. He grabs my hand and pulls me toward the office.

“You do know how exquisitely sexy you look in that black top and tight skirt?”

His fingers flick my hair off my face. I laugh. I pretend to smack his fingers, which accidentally brush against my breasts on the way back from my hair.

In return he grabs me harder.

“You can’t get away from me,” he mutters and locks the door.

As soon as he turns back to me, he pulls my top off. Then he strides to the blinds to pull them down. Quick as flash, he comes back and unclasps my bra.

Then his lips lock onto mine. I melt into him, ecstasy gripping me, and I arch against him. Just like the first time we kissed, I fall under his spell. His lips are demanding and his tongue pushes past my lips and starts to duel with mine.

I don’t hold back. I wrap my arms around his neck to pull him closer. He holds me tight by my hips.

As I drown in the intensity of his passion, I can’t help but think of my state. There’s a slight hesitation in me. I think about the life growing inside me right now. I can’t believe I’m almost twenty weeks pregnant. I press my belly against Braden, keen on sharing the experience with him.

Braden’s lips leave mine. They go down to my breast, where they start sucking. Soon someone else will be demanding access to this. The thought is very strange. I giggle, wondering how Braden will feel about that.

But his hands, which are exploring my body, distract me. Fingers caress my back and squeeze my ass. I groan and fumble with the button on his pants. I need to free his throbbing cock.

When I get it undone, I push his pants down onto the floor. With incredible nimbleness, Braden steps out of them. He pushes me backwards toward the desk. His teeth are biting on my nipples. My hands reach for his cock.

His mouth leaves my breasts and moves up toward my neck. Butterfly-like, he kisses me all over. My pussy is so wet and ready for him I can barely contain myself.

Without asking, Braden pushes my back onto the table. He stops. I glance at him. His eyes are fixed on my tummy. So far there’s only a little bulge, barely visible. Those who don’t know I’m pregnant can’t see much. Sure, my clothes have become a little tighter, but I don’t have the huge ball sticking out in front yet.

Gently, softly and full of love, Braden puts both hands on my belly. He smiles. His eyes light up. Briefly I grab onto his hands, and we’re all connected—the baby, him and me. A little family.

“You okay?” His voice is husky, his eyes full of lust and desire.

I nod.

“Fuck me, Braden, please. Fuck me now.”

His hands move to my pussy, where they’re met with my slick juices.

I groan and thrust my hip up toward him. I want his cock in me right fucking now. I want to fuck him so bad it hurts.

His fingers play with my clit and tease me to the point of orgasm. The lips of my pussy are shuddering against his fingers. I don’t want to come, not just yet.

I pull him toward me. This means he’s partly lying on me. I kiss him again. I demand entry to his mouth and explore it like I’ve never been in it before.

His cock is pressing against my pussy. We were made for each other. Braden adjusts his position to shove his cock inside me.

His hands are holding my hips. He slams against me. I can feel his balls hitting my skin. He thrusts deep and hard, in and out.

I throw my head back in sheer pleasure. His hands leave my hips and grab my breasts. He massages them and keeps thrusting.

Braden grunts, and I know he must be close to coming. I use my fingers to find my clit as he keeps thrusting in and out. I love his cock inside me and I love when his hands play with my nipples. My pussy is starting to spasm against his cock.

Since I found out I’m pregnant, fucking Braden has become even more intense. My orgasms are even more extraordinary. It’s beyond words.

I lift my head to look at him. His muscles are tense. I can feel his passion with each powerful thrust.

It won’t be much longer before I come. He’s getting close, too. I can feel it.

He slows down a little. Then he stops. His breathing is hard and fast. His lips find mine. He whispers into my ear. “You still okay?”

The tenderness is overwhelming, and I almost cry. I nod. I may be pregnant, but I still feel the need to have him come inside me.

“Do it, Braden. Don’t stop fucking me. I want you to come inside me,” I demand, and thrust my hips to meet him.

Braden starts again. My fingers now dig into his back. I’m so close to the edge.

His rhythm is increasing. I feel the orgasm build deep within me. My muscles tense just as he starts to tense up as well. We come together. Shockwave after shockwave of pleasure rips through me. I groan and moan in ecstasy. All of me is tingling with pleasure. Brandon calls out my name as his muscles start to spasm and he empties his hot cum into my pussy.

The pleasure wave we ride is fucking unbelievable, and as he finishes, he lays down on top of me, gently.

I kiss him on the neck. He’s breathing heavy and I feel his sweaty chest against mine.

I wrap my arms around him, overcome with emotions.

“I love you,” he whispers into my ear.

“I love you, too,” I whisper back.

I watch him grab his clothes and put on his pants again. He helps me up and his eyes linger on my little baby bump.

“You okay, little fella?’

I laugh. He’s going to be such an awesome father. I can feel it in my gut and heart.

I pull my clothes back on. Life’s good. No, life’s great. Perfect.

“Ready?” He holds out his hand and I take it. I smile at him.

We head out the door together to go for our customary evening drive. I glance out the window before looking at Braden as he manoeuvres the car along the road.

His skilful fingers are pure poetry in motion. I love watching him drive a car.

We’ve come a long way. We’ve mellowed a fair bit, and I can’t wait to welcome the newest member of our family into the world. Will it be a wild child like his or her father?

I smile. It doesn’t matter.

I turn to Baden. “Do you miss our wild days?”

He smiles and puts his hand on my thigh.

“What’re you talking about? Sounds like you’re talking past tense. We’re still living our wild days, and they’re about to get wilder.”

We both laugh and I grab a hold of his hand to give it a squeeze. Like I said, life’s absolutely perfect.