Chapter 21

Carter

Her body. Her taste. The way she moans when she comes—the way she moans when I make her.

Everything about June Johnson is fucking addictive to me. My father’s vice is women. My brother’s vice is whatever the fuck he can get his hands on.

And June—June is my vice. She’s my heroin, my whiskey, my high-stakes gambling and my illegal street racing all rolled into one.

Only—fuck. She’s good for me, too.

This woman might be the best thing that’s ever happened to me in my entire fucking life.

Not my vice, then. June’s my good habit, and I intend to do her as frequently as my body will allow.

“I’m taking you to bed, sweetheart,” I announce, wiping her honey from my lips.

Before she can say something sassy back—because I know she’s fucking aching to—I sweep her off her feet and carry her to my bedroom.

I’ve got something else to make her ache for.

For once, and to my utter surprise, she doesn’t talk back at me. Instead, her face nuzzles into my chest.

Immediately, something tugs at my insides. It’s an entirely new experience for me. Is this called worry, concern, maybe even anxiety? Since I’m a stranger to it, I can only guess.

So far there’s never been any one in my life I’ve even remotely felt connected to. There’s never been anyone I think I actually had to worry about.

I mean, I’m a fearless, ruthless, and no-nonsense kind of guy. I rule with an iron fist and when I say jump, people jump. No one has ever gotten under my skin—at least not until now, until June.

The feeling is so overwhelming; I think I might burst into tears.

News flash: I’m a tough guy, and I don’t fucking cry.

Am I hormonal? Could it be catching? Hadn’t I read somewhere about sympathy symptoms guys have when their woman is pregnant?

Holy fucking shit.

I want to search those eyes of hers and see if she’s okay, but I’ve got her in my arms, and she’s got her eyes closed. Maybe she’s meditating.

“Isn’t it amazing to think there’s a tiny human being growing inside of me?” she whispers.

Her voice is so quiet I struggle to hear what she says.

The words tug at my heartstrings.

Suddenly, there are two people to worry about.

It’s beyond me to imagine what this tiny creature growing inside of June’s tummy must look like. Does it have arms, legs, nose, eyes, and ears already? Or is it merely a tiny blimp?

Frantically, I search my brain for any useless information I might have stored there about babies, but, alas, I draw a fucking blank.

I mean, what guy pays attention to this shit anyway?

“Just think, you and I have created something together, something amazing,” she pauses. “At least, I hope he or she will be amazing.”

Now in my domain, I put her on the bed and look her in the eyes. Those exquisite hazel eyes of hers. They’re soft, a little like fudge.

“He or she will be fucking awesome.”

She gasps and clutches her tummy with both hands.

“Carter,” she grouses at me, her eyes narrowed and her brow furrowed. “No swearing in the presence of the child.”

I chuckle and push her hands away.

“Sorry,” I mumble and kiss her tummy.

For a moment or two, I just stare at the area where I assume our son or daughter is growing.

The thought of a son or daughter chokes me up again. Man, what the fuck is wrong with me?

“Wasn’t there something you were going to do?”

Her question snaps me out of my fucking daydreaming.

“You bet,” I growl and roll her onto her front.

Before she can protest, I start massaging her neck and back.

“I need to make sure there’s no tension anywhere in this gorgeous body of yours.” I murmur into her ear.

I hear her giggle into the pillow.

Slowly, my hands move downward, taking the time to explore every nook and cranny of my beautiful woman.

No, she’s more than that—she’s the woman I love.

Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever loved anyone like I love June.

“I love you,” I now whisper into her ear and start kissing her down her neck.

She mumbles something, but the words get lost in the pillow. It doesn’t matter anyway. I’m pretty sure she said she loves me, too. I know she does.

But I wanted her to know I love her.

“I mean it,” I suck on her ear lobe and smother her in butterfly kisses. “I really love you.”

Then I move away from her neck and let my mouth follow her spine.

When I get to her ass, I can’t help myself. I smack it.

It’s not a hard smack. But it feels good, and I can tell she likes it because her ass is wiggling toward me, begging me to do it again.

My fingers trace tiny circles on each butt cheek before moving down between her legs and then toward her pussy.

I change position and move between her legs.

Without invitation or assistance, she spreads them open.

Her pussy is so fucking wet already, I can see the juices drip from her onto the bed.

I swear since she got pregnant, she’s got this fucking glow about her. It’s golden, honey-like.

She even tastes sweeter.

Before I fuck her, I use my fingers to scoop up some of her essence. I smear them over her ass and around her most private hole.

I don’t want to wake the baby, and I certainly don’t want to fucking hurt it either. My massive cock fills every part of June; it’s bound to make contact with the growing little one.

No fucking way am I taking that chance.

But I do want to put my cock inside her. So only one thing to do.

Before I enter her, I lift her upper body up so she’s in a cat-like position. She doesn’t resist.

“Come on, Carter, what are you waiting for?” she urges me and looks over her shoulder. Her eyes are wild. It’s as if she’s even hornier than before.

This pregnancy thing was obviously working for her.

It seems to be playing havoc with me, my emotions, and my fucking ability to think straight. But, heck, June looks on fucking fire.

“Relax, baby, it’s coming,” I assure her and position my pulsing cock at the back of her hole.

I’m not sure if she’s aware of my intention until I actually push into her.

She squeals, a tiny pig-like squeal. And then I’m all the way in her.

Slowly, I pull out and then go back in.

June seems to have no trouble accommodating me. In fact, she’s urging me on.

“Yes, Carter…come…give it to me…pleaseeee,” she yelps.

Without further urging, I start a slow and gentle rhythm. I’m still a little worried about how she’s coping.

When she starts pushing against me with every inward thrust, I know she’s doing just fine. It’s then that I start to increase my rhythm and tempo.

My fingers are digging into her fleshy ass, and I watch her tits bounce from side to side. I’m not sure if it’s just my imagination, but those tits already look bigger.

It’s hard to imagine that in a few months’ time, a little baby will be getting its nourishment out of those delicious breasts of hers.

With each thrust, I feel the fire grow inside of me. The release I always feel after each orgasm isn’t far away. The combination of June’s new glow, fucking her in her hole, and my upset inner balance all lead to one thing: an acceleration of my climax.

All too soon, the fire turns into an explosion until the volcano bubbling away inside of me erupts and my body fills with hot molten lava.

I shoot a massive load into June, and just as I’m finishing, I feel her body quiver and tense before she, too, erupts in her own orgasm.

Together, we collapse onto the black satin sheets.

The coolness of the material against our burning skin is a welcome relief.

“That…amazing…” is all she can manage to say.

Her eyes tell me she’s still riding her wave of pleasure. My fingers stroke her neck and back.

“Feeling okay?” I double check.

Her lips curl into a small smile. “Are you going to ask me that every five minutes?”

I shake my head.

“Good, because you’d drive me insane.”

“Not every five minutes,” I reply and lean toward her for a kiss. “Every five seconds.”

For a while, the world seems perfect.

There’s nothing else but June, the tiny baby, and me.