After the doctor’s appointment, I hug Rose a few more times, pulling her close. I’m still in disbelief at the surprising change in my life in such a short period of time.

A baby girl . . . my baby girl.

I carefully help her into her car before following her home in my rental SUV. I normally try and drive something that’s less than a rolling penis compensation, but around here, the big tires and four-wheel drive are actually helpful. Twice, as we leave stop signs, I feel the tires have to bite a little extra before accelerating, and part of me wonders if Rose’s very practical and very small car is the right vehicle for the winters here.

“Stop freaking out,” I laughingly chide myself as we pull up in front of Rose’s house. “I’m sure she can drive just fine around here. She’s been living here a lot longer than you have, mother hen.”

I feel warm and very self-aware as Rose invites me inside her place, and from the moment I cross the threshold, I can see Rose’s personality all over the place. Her style is warm and cozy, neat and tidy. Along the short hallway to her living room, I see four pictures, and I smile when I see an obviously younger Rose holding a diploma while wearing an emerald green gown and cap. “Graduation?”

Rose stops, then smiles as she shrugs off her coat. “Yep. That was me, eight years ago. Can I take your coat?”

I hand her my coat and my suit jacket, leaving me in just the dress shirt and slacks that I wore for my meeting with Mr. Adams, the resort’s owner/manager, earlier today. I can feel her eyes on me as she slips both onto hangers, making them disappear into the closet before leading me into a comfy-looking living room with a long overstuffed couch along one wall. “I might be all about fashion at work, but at home, it’s all about poufy pillows and being able to let my body relax.”

“You’ll get no arguments from me,” I tell her as we sit down on the couch. “My living room still has the same secondhand sofa that I picked up and have kept because I swear there’s no place better for catching some sleep after a long flight. Now . . . about that foot rub.”

I reach down, pulling Rose’s feet into my lap, encouraging her to lie back along the length of the couch. The corners of her mouth tilt up, her smile growing as I slip off her shoes and take her feet in my hands, rubbing and kneading lightly.

She groans, her eyelids fluttering as I start to work the knots in the sole of her foot loose. “Nic . . . what are you doing?”

“What do you mean? Exactly what I told you I was going to do,” I reply as I run my thumb down the arch of her right foot. I can’t help it, the intimacy is turning me on even though I’m not trying to seduce her. My cock is stirring in my pants. “You’ve been working hard and you deserve a reward for doing so much. Tell me what you’re thinking about our baby girl.”

I get a little catch in my throat as I say ‘our baby girl’, but I don’t think Rose notices, thank goodness. Instead, she’s almost purring. “Well, I’m thinking I want to name her Amelia and paint her room pink. Well, Brad wants to paint her room pink, but that’s fine because that’s what I want too.”

I chuckle, lifting an eyebrow while wondering. I don’t mean to pry, but I do need to find out more about Rose’s life. Besides, she’s in a good mood right now, about two glasses of wine from being jelly if that was still allowed. “Brad seems like a good friend. You said he’s been taking care of you?”

Rose smiles, biting her lip as I work on her big toe. “Oh, yeah, he’s gonna spoil this girl rotten if I’m not careful. Between him and Trey, her feet may never touch the floor.”

I smile back, my cock growing as Rose shifts, and I can feel the warmth of her left calf coming to rest on my growing bulge. “I’m glad you’ve had friends and support during all of this. I’m sorry I wasn’t here before, but I’m glad I’m here now.”

“Me too,” Rose admits. “Don’t tell Brad, but he sucks at foot massages. Although come to think of it, that might be on purpose because pedicures aren’t really his favorite job.”

I chuckle and keep massaging, my hands moving up Rose’s lean legs, creating tension in the quiet house as I get higher and higher. As I trace lightly across her inner thighs, the back of my hand grazes up to her pussy as she starts to squirm. She opens her eyes and looks at me with a small smile, inviting me in. I cup her mound, my thumb sweeping across her clit, and even through her clothes, I can feel her heat.

Rose bites her lip again, her breath catching when I stroke her clit again. “Nic . . . oh, God . . . what are you doing to me?”

I reach up, hooking the waistband of her leggings, shifting her a little to the side and easing them down along with her panties in one long, exhilarating pull. My mouth is already watering to taste her as I remember our last encounter. “Driving you as crazy as you drive me.”

I spread her legs, sitting back on the couch facing her so that one leg is half slung over the back and the other half on the floor, open on either side of me. Rose looks at me with desire coursing through her beautiful blue eyes and reaches back, grabbing the cushion behind her head. I slide my hands up her legs to her pussy, bared to me now. “You’re so damn perfect, Rose,” I murmur as I massage her lips, spreading her wetness along my thumbs and using it to slip along the pearl of her clit and back down to her tight asshole. “Five months, and every night I’ve thought of you . . . and you’re more beautiful now than ever.”

She writhes, her hips chasing my fingers to get more, and her fingers clench around the cushion, her breath coming in short gasps. “Please, Nic,” she moans sexily as I keep rubbing her clit in feathery little circles with one thumb and sink my other thumb slowly into her wet folds, spreading her open a little and watching the dark pink of her inner lips be massaged by my digit. “Oh, fuck, yes.”

I feel her squeezing me, and it’s enough to make me groan out loud, my cock pressing painfully against the fabric of my suit pants. I switch, replacing my thumb with first one finger and then two, moving them in and out slowly in time with the teasing to her clit. “My sweet Rose,” I murmur, watching her. “Let me help you feel good.”

Speeding up to match the rhythm she sets with her hips, I can feel the flutters starting deep in her core as her honey drips down toward her ass, and I pull back. “Not so fast, Rose,” I tease. “We have all the time we need.”

She whimpers, whining desperately. “More . . . I need it so much. I need you.”

I pull my fingers out, dipping my pinky finger in once and then moving it to press against her tight asshole as I slide my other fingers back inside. She squirms, a sound of uncertainty squeaking out, but I reassure her, kissing her upraised knee. “Just relax, baby. I’m gonna give you more than you ever imagined possible.”

Rose nods, her eyes full of concern and trust, but with just a few deep breaths and a few circles on her clit by my thumb, she relaxes enough, letting my finger slip inside her tight ass. I hold still, relishing the interplay of feelings across her beautiful face, and I realize . . . I’m her first back there.

“Good girl,” I rasp, nearly overwhelmed with the gift she’s giving me. I let the two fingers in her pussy sink in further while I keep my pinky still. When she adjusts, I start sweeping back and forth across her clit faster, filling her with slow strokes from all of my fingers. She squirms, loving the new sensation of being totally filled and taken by my hands as I stroke her clit with feather-light caresses that are meant to light her body on fire.

Rose’s reaction is immediate and sexy, and she plunges herself deeper onto all of my fingers, looking down with her mouth dropping open in pleasure. “Oh, God, Nic . . . fuck.”

Quickly thrusting my fingers in and out of her, I give her clit a small pinch, and she shatters under my touch, shudders wracking her body as she yells out my name. It’s beautiful to behold, and I feel lucky to be the man sitting here with her in this moment. I ignore my own desire for this instant as I watch her, and I realize again that something powerful exists between us and I need more.

As she comes back down, her eyes focus on me and I’m shocked at the pure heat I see in their depths. She tries to sit up, and I help her, easing her legs down. Without saying anything, she reaches out, cupping my cock and massaging it, making me gasp.

“Strip,” she says, more fiery than I’ve ever seen her before. “Now.”

I stand, doing as she says while she pulls her shirt and bra off, exposing breasts that are bigger but even more perfect than five months ago.

I do my best to give her a little show, playfully opening my shirt and easing the zipper on my pants down, but after five months, I’m too eager, quickly kicking my shoes off and nearly tearing a seam on my shirt as I yank it off. I sit back down on the couch, pulling her to straddle me, and she rubs along my shaft, coating me in her honey as her hips move up and down.

I groan, not sure I can hold back much longer. I mean, other than my hand, it has been five months for me too. “Rose, is it okay . . . you know, with the baby?”

She smiles at me, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Yeah, Dr. Stevens says it’s fine. A few positions I can’t do, no pressure on my tummy, but other than that, we’re good.”

“Well, thank you, Dr. Stevens.” I chuckle, leaning in and kissing the hollow of her throat. “And just think, don’t have to worry about condoms.”

“None at all.” She lifts her hips, and I hold the base of my cock to angle inside her as she slowly lowers down, taking me into her heat inch by inch. We both moan, my hands going around to support her back as she settles balls-deep on me. There’s a snapshot moment where we both look into each other’s eyes before she grinds her hips against me, throwing her head back in pleasure.

I lean her back, kissing down her chest to her right breast, sucking on the stiff nipple until her pussy clenches around my shaft and I tear my mouth from her skin, hissing as I pull her back up until our chests are pressed together again. “God, Rose . . . you feel so good. Fuck me or I won’t be able to hold back.”

“Then hold on tight, cowboy,” Rose says as she rolls her hips, lifting up and down on my cock. It’s all I can do to not come right then as I squeeze her ass, encouraging her movements.

She feels so good and it’s been so long, I feel like my eighteen-year-old self trying not to bust so quickly when losing my virginity. I try to focus, bringing her tit up to my mouth to lick and suck as she rides, letting her be in control as long as I can. She’s breathless and collapses against me, resting her head on my shoulder as she nibbles and sucks at my neck.

“Fuck me, Nic . . .” she pants in between licks of my skin, “I can’t anymore, but I need you.”

Her words ignite the animal within me, and I growl, taking over with all the power inside my body. My hands grab low on her hips, holding her up so I can piston my cock in and out, forceful but not too hard, even if Dr. Stevens says it’s okay. Sex is one thing, but I don’t want to push it.

Rose’s moans are right in my ear, egging me on, and I’m on the brink. “Touch your clit for me, baby,” I pant in her ear, squeezing her ass again. “I want to feel you come all over my cock.”

She moves a hand between us, and with a few flicks, she’s twitching in my hands and I feel the pulses of her walls as she climaxes again, unable to make any noise it’s so intense for her. That’s all it takes as I come too, feeling like I’m in heaven as I fill her body with my seed.

“Rose . . .” I growl her name as it gushes out, filling her with pulse after pulse. As the last bit comes out, I pull her tightly against me, mashing our bodies together and claiming her mouth in a tender kiss. Finally pulling apart, we lie down on the couch face to face, legs and arms tangled together to have room. We’re silent as I trace little circles on her belly, happily satisfied to stay just like this forever.

Suddenly, Rose twitches, her eyes widening in shock. “Did you feel that?”

“No, what?” I ask, a spear of fear piercing my heart and making me worry that maybe I’d just done something wrong.

“I think the baby just moved,” Rose says, smiling. “Right here.” She points to a spot low on her belly and lays her hand flat. “There it was again!”

Her voice is full of excitement, and she moves my hand to the same spot. I don’t feel anything, but she does, and I’m just as excited as she is about this new step.

I talk toward her belly, caught up in the wonder. “Hey, Amelia, sorry if you didn’t like all that bouncing. I’d say we won’t do it again, but . . .”

I lower my voice and whisper in Rose’s ear. “I’m sure hoping your mom wants to do it again soon. And again and again and again.”

Rose laughs, pushing on my shoulder, and I hug her back in tight. “Watch yourself and you may get that chance.”