I might have broken my woman. Not intentionally, of course, but her voice sounded hoarse from screaming my name, and she panted in a way that spoke to overexertion. She lay facedown on the bed, her tight ass slightly pink from the way I’d grabbed it during our last round of fucking. Still, I couldn’t let her go. Couldn’t stop touching her. Couldn’t stop trying to please her.
“Oh God, not again.” She smacked at my hand, missing completely. I chuckled and kept rubbing from her tailbone to the tops of her thighs. Something about the feel of her skin under my fingers, about the softness of her, drove me absolutely wild in a way I’d never experienced. The ten days leading up to this one had only been an appetizer. Now that I knew it was the right time to get her pregnant? To give us both the baby we so wanted? This was the main course.
And I was ready to gorge myself on her.
“Not done yet.” I nipped her shoulder blade, laying one leg across the backs of hers.
Emery turned her head to look me in the eye before huffing a breath that made a lock of her hair fly up. “You got your wish—I’m definitely full of you.”
“I can always give you more.”
“I don’t think I can take more.”
Yeah, I’d probably gone a little overboard. “Fine. Then let me rub you. I don’t want your muscles to be sore.”
“Mhmm…I know how this is going to go. You start with a massage, and pretty soon, I’m halfway to an orgasm.”
She didn’t lie.
“Are you complaining?”
“You know I’m not.”
Figured as much. I rubbed up and down her back, keeping the pressure from my hands steady. Even though I’d been inside this woman a number of times already, even though my legs positively ached from fucking her so long, I wanted her. I wanted to slide between her thighs and thrust deep once more. Wanted to rock in and out until she clenched around me and I once again flooded her womb with my come. I wanted her pregnant so bad, I couldn’t think of anything else. Which was why I let my fingers slip down between her cheeks, why I couldn’t hold back the needy groan when I felt how wet she was from our mingled release.
“John, I’m sore.” Her whiny moan should have made me stop, but I heard the tinge of need there. The desire that matched mine.
“Tell me no, and I’ll stop. You know this.” The way she hummed and angled her hips for more certainly seemed like permission, so I slipped a finger inside her, pressing my hardening cock against her hip as I bit down on her shoulder again. “Fuck, it’s not enough. I can feel how much I’ve filled you, and it’s still not enough. I can’t help it. Knowing we could be making a baby? That in a couple of months, I could see your belly all round and full with my kid?” Another thrust of my hips as I groaned against her. “That’s the biggest fucking turn-on of my life.”
“With a swollen stomach comes swollen ankles and a swollen ass, too…”
I licked up her neck, drawing a gasp from her. “And I’ll still think you’re the sexiest woman on the planet. I’ll take care of you through it all. I’ll rub your feet, make sure you’re eating right, help you stand up when you’re too big to do it on your own. Hell, I look forward to all of it. Even you sending me out in the middle of the night for whatever weird cravings you have is something I long for.”
“You’re so good to me.” Emery looked back over her shoulder, shooting me a smile that sent my heart racing even as she spread her legs wider. Inviting me inside. “You’re going to be such a good partner…such a good daddy.”
Daddy. Holy fucking shit, I’d never thought one word could turn me on so much. And if the way she bit her lip was any indication, she knew what she was doing.
“You’re killing me, sweet girl.” I slipped between her thighs, pinning her down with my weight. The position kept her legs from spreading around me, but I found the heart of her. Found the heaven only my cock would ever know. As she shifted to make room for me, I nudged my way inside on a groan, wedging a hand under her hip so I could play with her clit. She was already so tired, already sore, but I had to. One more time, I needed her. And if the way she reached back to claw at my ass and lifted her hips to give me room to slide deeper was any indication, she needed me, too.
There was no roughness that time, no pulling hair or biting necks. There was simply Emery and me taking pleasure from one another, giving everything we had to reach a climax together. And when she was done, when her pussy clenched around my cock and milked me for every drop, I slid my hand to her belly and palmed her flesh.
“Soon. Maybe not this month, maybe not next month either, but soon. I’ll fill you up until we get a baby in this tummy. I promised you that. I’ll live up to my word.”
Emery shifted to her side, and I slid into place beside her. Holding her to me. I’d never been a snuggler, but with Emery, things were different. Everything was different. This was my forever, my future. She was going to be the mother of my children. That was a more permanent bond than simple marriage. We would always be linked by the babies we made, and I couldn’t wait.
* * *
“I can get up, John.”
I flipped the page, double-checking the diagram before adjusting the pillow under Emery’s ass. “The book says thirty minutes, and it’s only been ten.”
Emery huffed, her irritation belied by the soft smile on her face. “You don’t think you’re being a little ridiculous?”
“No, I’m being proactive. Gravity helps my warriors find your womb, so we’re doing the pillow thing for the full thirty minutes.”
“You’re obsessed.”
I lay beside her, rubbing her tummy, my lips finding that spot behind her ear that made her giggle. “Obsessed with you, yes. Obsessed with fucking you, absolutely. Obsessed with making a baby with you, completely. What’s so wrong about that?”
She didn’t answer, but her sweet kisses and the way she cupped my face with one hand were enough. It’d been two days since she’d sent me the text saying it was time. Two days of fucking her, feeding her, and taking care of her in every way I could think of. I was exhausted, as was Emery, but it was a happy exhaustion. A hopeful one. And as I lay with my hand once again palming her stomach, as I shot another quick prayer up that I was able to give her what she so desperately wanted, I thanked every deity in the heavens for granting me the chance to make this woman mine. I had been an idiot the past year, but I was beyond that. I wanted a life with Emery, wanted my future and hers interwoven. And I’d do anything to get it.
“John, I know you want me to stay here for the full thirty minutes, but I’m starving.”
I jumped up, grabbing her ankles to keep her in place. “Don’t move. I’ll get something for you. What do you want?”
Emery’s eye-roll was adorable. “Something of the food variety.”
“On it.” I slipped on a pair of jeans and grabbed a clean shirt from my bag. Fuck everything else—I could shower later. “Pops’ Hops should be open for lunch, and I know how much you love that cheesy soup in the bread thing. I’ll grab a to-go order. You stay right here and get impregnated.”
Emery’s laugh followed me out the door. My mission was to acquire food. I could do that. I could do anything if it meant making her smile. When I hopped up into my truck, I caught my reflection in the mirror. Flushed face, tired eyes, but happy. I looked really fucking happy. That was all Emery, for sure. My girl was pure sunshine in a hot little body, and nothing was better than being with her. Nothing at all.
I hauled ass to Pops’ Hops and grabbed Em’s lunch, making one more stop for her favorite cookies before heading back. It would take a couple of weeks to know if we’d been successful in our quest to make a baby. The idea of waiting, of not knowing, made my stomach turn, and I knew Emery would be as consumed with this as I would be. Just as worried. I’d need to figure out a way to keep us both distracted. Sex would only work for so long. Maybe I could take her away for a couple of days. A little trip to the mainland would definitely make her smile. Or we could take my boat out onto the lake for a weekend. Just us and the water…that might be even better.
I let those thoughts circle as I unlocked her front door and hurried inside. But the sound of her voice, the obviousness of her talking to someone else, caught my attention.
“I’m fine, Dad. Nothing’s wrong.”
Dad…which meant my stepdad. My stomach plummeted to my shoes, and the fear of losing Em snaked back around me. We hadn’t told anyone about us yet, about our plans. Was she telling him now?
“I haven’t been feeling well the last couple of days, that’s all.”
That hurt, but her words also brought a deluge of guilt with the pain. Fuck me, I was an asshole. She had to lie to her father about where she’d been for the two days we’d been holed up in her bed. Emery wasn’t the type to lie—she’d never really gotten into trouble even as a teenager, and she was a good girl at heart. This couldn’t be easy on her.
“I will. I’ll call you tomorrow. Love you.”
I leaned against the doorframe of her bedroom, watching as she hung her head. As she clutched the phone as if in prayer. “Everything okay?”
Emery jumped, her wide eyes meeting mine, a fake smile spreading across her face. But not before I saw the pain there. The worry. “Everything’s fine. That was my dad being…my dad.”
I nodded, slowly stepping into the room, not knowing what to say to that. “I brought you those cookies you like. For after the soup.”
Emery reached for my hand and tugged me close, giving me the sweetest, softest kiss I ever could have asked for. “Thank you. You’re an amazing man, you know that?”
But those words made everything worse in my head. Amazing men didn’t make their women lie to their family. Our relationship could drive a wedge between her and her dad or her brothers. It could create problems with her boss if the rumors grew too big. I could be destroying many things she loved, but I was too selfish to stop. Not after I’d finally had the courage to take what I needed. Not with the possibility of my baby in her belly.
God help me, but I’d destroy everything on the island to keep her. A fact which only made me feel worse.
“Why don’t you go clean up, and I’ll get the food set up in the kitchen?”
Another kiss, another spear to my heart. “Always taking care of me…”
But I wasn’t, and I dreaded the day she figured that out.