Adam’s question caught her off-guard, her maple-glazed bundle of goodness halfway to her mouth. Her eyes shot up to his. “What?” she sputtered. “Who says that there’s anything wrong with going to their wedding?”

He cocked an eyebrow at her as they walked. “I’m not gonna pretend that I’ve known you forever and thus can read you like a book,” he said bluntly, “only because I’ve only really known you for about two months now. I don’t count that time you listened to my ‘You can be a vet!’ presentation in the fifth grade. But, I will say that I can read you like a book because every thought you’ve ever had flashes across your face like you’re telegraphing it to the world. If you want to become sneakier about your thoughts, you’re gonna have to learn how to play poker ‘cause right now, you suck ass.”

Kylie laughed at that one. “Has anyone ever told you that you should start being more blunt?” she asked dryly. “I’d hate for you to be holding back on my account.”

He waved his donut around in the air dismissively, sugary crumbs flying everywhere. “When I asked you about going, you got a funny look on your face, like you’d just bit into a lemon but were trying to pretend that it was a lemon drop instead. What’s going on in that head of yours?”

“Well…I mean…well, it’s one thing to walk down the street holding hands or whatever,” Kylie burst out. “This is Gossip Central and yeah, some tongues might wag over it. But actually showing up to a wedding together? That’s like…Seriousville. That’s what couples do who’ve been together for three years, and have adopted a dog from the pound, and have picked out curtains for their living room that match their couch. If you take me to this wedding, then people will know it’s real and you won’t be able to back down from it.”

“Huh. Strange that,” Adam said dryly. “Turns out, I don’t want to back down from it.”

Kylie rolled her eyes. “That’s because you haven’t seen all of the backlash from this yet. Tiffany and then Mrs. Plossy…who’s next? You could lose half of your business from this. I’m just not worth it.”

She clapped her non-donuted hand over her mouth. Shit. She hadn’t meant to say that. Not out loud.

“Not worth it? Maybe you’ve met a different Kylie than I have. To me, you’re worth all of this, and more.”

She just shook her head. He was wrong. Sweet and nice, but oh so very wrong. He was going to figure that out, sooner or later, and it just wasn’t fair for him to destroy his business in the meanwhile. She needed to be strong enough to save him from himself.

The thing was, she just wasn’t sure if she was that strong. To voluntarily give him up…it felt like someone was asking her to rip her right arm off.

Lost in her thoughts, Kylie was jerked back to the present when Adam announced, “Holiday today! We’re going to go home now.” They’d apparently reached the clinic somewhere in there because there went Adam, dragging her over to his pickup, practically pushing her inside.

“We can’t just close up for the rest of the day!” Kylie protested when he’d walked around and climbed in on the driver’s side. “You’re supposed to check up on Mr. Miller’s piglets, you’ve got that castration to do out at the Cowell’s place, and then—”

One hand on the steering wheel, he clapped the other hand over her mouth. She squealed in surprise. “Sometimes, you’re too good at your job,” he said over her squeals. “If the boss says that it’s vacation day, then it’s vacation day. That’s how this whole self-employed thing works. If the boss is any good, he won’t say it very often, but when he does, you don’t ask questions.”

Tired of waiting for him to pull his hand away, she licked him right across the palm, causing him to jerk his hand away instinctively. “Hey!” he protested.

“You’re the one who put it there,” she said mildly. “I figured that just meant you wanted me to lick it.”

He rubbed his palm on his jeans. “I guess I deserved that,” he grumbled.

“Yeah, pretty much,” she said sweetly. “So anyway, when I get to work tomorrow, do you want me to call and reschedule all of your appointments from this afternoon?”

“Yes, please. Tell them…” He paused for a moment. “Tell them that something came up.”

She couldn’t help herself. Her eyes dropped down to his crotch and then back up to his face. “‘Something’? Usually guys have more creative names than that for their dicks.”

Adam almost drove off the road in surprise, and then the laughter started. “Oh Lordy!” he said around gasps of laughter. “Remind me to never think of you as some delicate flower who can’t handle vulgar language.”

“It’s because I’m so short,” she said, shrugging.

Wait for it…wait for it…wait for it…

“Because you’re so short what?” Adam finally said, obviously not making the connection himself and thus was forced to ask for clarification. She could tell it drove him crazy to do that, which she figured was only fair, considering his hand-over-her-mouth trick. Next time he pulled that stunt, she’d be tempted to add a little teeth into the mix.

“People think I’m this delicate flower who is all innocent and naïve,” she explained, “because I’m short and thus I look young.”

“But, you are young.”

“Hmmm…” she said, tapping her chin as if thinking hard, “and all this time, I thought it was that you were old!”

He leaned over and tickled her, keeping one eye on the road. “We’ll see who’s old!” he yelled over her screams of laughter. “Let’s see who begs for mercy first.”

She was finally able to wrestle his hand away from her stomach. Putting his pinky into her mouth, she began sucking on each calloused finger, one by one, looking at him through her eyelashes as she did it. He grabbed the steering wheel harder with his left hand. “Holy shit, Kylie, are you trying to drive me insane?” he said through gasps for air.

“Why, yes I am,” she said, overly sweetly as she flipped his hand over and began nibbling her way up his wrist. “Is it working?”

His knuckles were white as he clung to the steering wheel with all of his might. “May-be,” his voice cracking halfway through the panted word.

Kylie sent him a naughty grin. “Good.”

Adam pressed on the gas pedal. “Lord, please don’t let there be any cops out here today,” he groaned. “I don’t wanna have to explain why I thought it was okay to go 90 on a country back road.”

She let his arm drop to the armrest between them and instead reached over with her left hand, lightly stroking his crotch through his jeans.

“Kyyylliieeeeee…” he moaned, trying to warn her off. “If you keep that up…”

“Oh look, we’re here,” she said pleasantly as they pulled up in front of her house, as if remarking on nothing more than the weather. “I’m ready to go inside now.” She pulled back, unbuckled her seatbelt, and slid out of the passenger side of the truck as if she were perfectly fine. As if her legs weren’t shaking from need and desire, and as if her breath wasn’t short and choppy.

Torturing Adam just a little bit…yeah, she was okay with that.

He hurried around the truck and swung her up into his arms, carrying her up the dirt pathway to her front door. “Adam!” she hollered, throwing her arms around his neck and clinging to him for dear life. “You can’t just pick a girl up and carry her around wherever you want.”

He grinned down at her mischievously. “Well now, that’s where you’re wrong,” he said as he juggled her and the door knob, finally getting the old door to creak open. “I figure God made you fun-sized for a reason. I wrestle steers and stallions and Great Danes around all day. A little thing like you? I hardly even notice I’ve got you in my arms.” He carried her into the living room and up the stairs towards her bedroom.

Hardly even notices I’m here, huh? That just seemed like a challenge to her. She nosed apart the collar of his shirt and began sucking on the triangle of skin she found there, swirling her tongue over the dips and valleys, and then pulled back and blew softly on the wet skin.

“Kyyyllliiieeee,” he panted, finally getting to her bedroom and laying her down on the antique brass bed.

“You keep saying my name like you think I’ve forgotten what it is,” she said, straight-faced as she looked up at him. “I promise you, I know what my name is.”

“Oh, I know that,” he said, his eyes dark with promise. “But what I’m aiming to do is to make you scream mine.”

She sucked in a breath at that, staring up at him. “Oh,” she said weakly, all of her teasing and bravado gone. When you put it like that…

He pulled off her ballet flats and thin socks, and then reached up and began tugging down her maternity pants, the wide elastic band easily puddling once it got past her belly. “Have I ever told you how sexy I think maternity pants are?” he said as he pulled them off her feet and tossed them in the corner.

That jerked her out of the world she’d been blissfully drifting in and back to the present. “Maternity pants?” she asked incredulously. “You’re kidding me, right?”

He shrugged as he began nibbling his way up her legs. Her shaved, lotioned legs, thankyouverymuch. After this past weekend, she wasn’t taking any more chances. She’d never been the best about keeping her legs shaved, but she had a three-day streak going now. “Just that they say to the world that you’re pregnant,” he explained, doing delicious, probably illegal things with his tongue. “After trying for years with Wendy and never having her get to the point where she needed them, they just mean a lot to me.” He kissed and sucked and blew on her legs, working his way up to the juncture of her thighs.

Groaning with lust, she lay back on the bed. She could argue with him over his strange fetishes later. Right now, that required too much… “Oohhhhh…” she breathed as he moved over the curls and began blowing lightly on them, sending waves of heat through her. “That’s…oh my…I can’t…” He nosed between her curls and ran his tongue over her clit, sending her hips straight up into the air. “Oh my God,” she hollered. “Oh God!”

“Now see, that’s where you’re wrong,” he said mildly, sitting back on his heels. Her eyes fluttered opened and she stared up at him, completely confused. English. He was speaking English, but the words weren’t making any sense at all.

“Whatswrong?” she mumbled, trying to concentrate even as waves of desire washed over her. If he didn’t get back to her clit and pronto, she was gonna go insane.

“My name. It isn’t God, it’s Adam. I told you that I’d make you scream my name with desire.”

Her mouth opened and closed wordlessly – again with the goldfish impersonation! – and then she bust out laughing. “I don’t know if you’ve ever heard of a thing called humility, but it might be something to look into.”

“Just telling you what I’m aiming for,” he said with a nonchalant shrug, and then went back to work with his tongue and fingers and—

“Ooohhhhh!!!!” she yelled, her back arching. “Yes, yes, yes…” It was that red haze again, but this time, it was a wonderful red haze and she couldn’t stop thrashing as shocks of electricity coursed through her.

He was pulling off her top and bra and then running his hands all over her body. “Beautiful Kylie,” he murmured. “So gorgeous.” She heard him, distant, like someone shouting from the end of a tunnel, every nerve ending centered on his fingers and mouth. Then Baby moved around, kicking her, and she let out a muffled “Oof!”

“Are you okay?” he asked, worried, immediately pulling back, staring down at her with concern in his eyes. “If you don’t want to—”

“No, no, I promise you I do. Baby was just making their presence known, is all. Gonna grow up to be a world-class soccer player at this rate.” She decided to use their small break to roll him over onto his back. “Well now, this is better,” she murmured, running her hands up and down the valleys and peaks of his body appreciatively. His long, lean muscles – not built in a gym but out in the field, working with his hands every day under the Idaho sun – they were oh so delicious. And tempting.

She followed his happy trail down his flat abs to his very attentive dick. She wrapped her fingers around it and began sucking and pumping, licking up the precum that’d teetered on top.

“Oh Kylie!” he hollered, his head tossing back and forth on the pillow. “Yes, please, feels, yes, need—”

“Turns out I’m not the only one who knows how to shout names around here,” she said with a naughty grin, and then bent over to begin sucking again. She had to spread her knees just a bit to allow for room for her belly – she could already tell that sex was going to become more gymnastic the farther she got in her pregnancy – and sucked happily.

“I, you, can’t—” He pushed her shoulders away. “You have to stop,” he said in one breath, “before all of the fun comes to a stop for us. Buddy here is still relearning, you know.” He closed his eyes and took a couple of shuddering breaths. “God almighty,” he finally said, opening up his eyes to look up at her, “where on earth did you learn to do that?”

“You mean suck cock?” she asked, confused.

“Yeah. Wow. I remember it felt good, but that…” He screwed his eyes closed for a minute and then they popped back open. “I’ve never felt anything so good in my life.”

She sent him a pleased smile. “I think it’s best not to discuss my previous sex life with you,” she said awkwardly, “but I’m gonna take the compliment and roll with it.”

He pulled her up so she was straddling his stomach, his dick pressing up against the crack of her ass. “Good,” he grunted. “I really didn’t want to talk about Norm right now anyway.” She let out a snort of laughter and then a groan of desire as he pulled her forward, her dangling breasts sliding — one and then the other — into his mouth.

She’d always been on the smaller side up top, but she was quickly discovering one side benefit of being pregnant – along with her belly rapidly expanding, so were her breasts. After years of wearing padded bras and moaning about her complete lack of cleavage, she was really starting to appreciate this.

And then Adam was picking her up and sliding her into place over his dick, his eyes closing in ecstasy. “Yes,” he moaned, guiding her hips up and down as she bounced in rhythm to the desire pounding through her. “Yes, yes, yes—”

“Adaaaammmmmm!” she hollered, throwing her head back and arching her back and the world was going dark and then light and she couldn’t breathe and every muscle was tensed—

Just as she was starting to come back to earth, Adam let out a shout and she felt him tensing inside of her, his dick pulsating as he came. Finally, he relaxed and his eyelids fluttered open. He grinned up at her and said with a wink, “I told you I’d get you to scream my name.”

And she laughed and he tugged her down beside him on the bed, tucking her next to him, drifting off to sleep together.