I couldn’t say I was glad to see Mom and Dad head off to the hotel, but I wasn’t sorry either. The apartment was full of boxes, I needed shelves and furniture to put things away in, and Mom and Dad wanted to go shopping for a crib and baby furniture while they were here, so we were going to have even more stuff to work around soon. Plus, we made plans to meet up again for dinner and a short tour of the area, so it wasn’t like I wasn’t going to see them again soon.

We waved them off down the street, the empty trailer bumping along behind them.

“Well, Mr. West,” I said when they’d finally driven out of sight. “Shall we go home?”

“I think we should, Mr. King,” he replied. He put an arm around my waist, his thumb sneaking in under the hem of my shirt to rub over the bare skin above my jeans.

As we turned back toward the building I had a thought. “I should probably change my name when we get married.”

He raised his eyebrows at me. “Would you want to? That’s pretty traditional.”

“I’m traditional about some things,” I reminded him. “I made you propose, right?” Well, sort of. I wasn’t counting the last one, where I’d basically ordered him to buy me a ring. I mean, he’d already proposed three times, right? I was just agreeing.

“Made me, did you?” He laughed. “Come on up, then, and we can have a grown-up discussion about it.”

We walked up the stairs together, his hand still on my waist, his thumb brushing repeatedly over that patch of skin. I’d originally intended to try to put some of my things away, but now I was thinking that we had a couple of hours to ourselves and we hadn’t spent any quality alone time together in a couple of months.

At the top of the stairs he swooped in on me and scooped me up in his arms. “I’m a bit behind, but how about I carry you across the threshold, then?”

“Oh my God, Mike, you’re going to wreck your back!” I squawked and threw an arm around his neck.

“Naw. You’re still as light as a feather.” We got to the door. The locked door. “Uh, you still have your key?” he asked.

I laughed and dug into my pocket. “Here.”

“Hands are full,” he told me.

“Fine. I have to do everything around here,” I joked and unlocked the door.

He pushed us through it and kicked it shut behind him, then set me carefully on the floor. “What do you want to tackle first?”

“You.” I grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it up over his head. “I think I need a personalized tour of your bedroom. Starting with the bed.”

“Our bedroom,” he reminded me and grabbed for my shirt.

“You’re right,” I said in a surprised tone, but he had a point. “Okay, then, show me our bedroom.”

“Gladly.” He grabbed me by the ass and picked me up again.

“You crazy alpha.” I wrapped my legs around his hips as well as I could and hung onto his shoulders.

He laughed as he carried me down the short hallway and into the master bedroom. It was dimmer in here, most of the space taken up by his bed. I caught a glimpse of his tall dresser against the wall and some of his posters scattered around it, then he stopped and put me back on the floor. “Love you,” he whispered and grabbed my head with both hands to pull me into a kiss.

I fumbled the button of my jeans open and pushed them down, laughing as I tried not to break the kiss. Mike’s hands left my head and stroked over my shoulder, pulling my chest against his and making my job of getting his jeans off way more difficult than it needed to be. I pushed against his chest but it just made him hold me tighter and eventually I gave up and let myself explore the parts of his body that weren’t maddeningly covered in clothing.

Mike stroked my ass and tickled the underside where it met my thighs, then slipped his fingers into the space between. I moaned and went up on my toes, then tipped my head back to invite him to ravish my neck for a little while.

He let out a harsh breath and took me up on it, tracing my nerves and setting them on fire until I just wanted him to throw me on the bed and have his way. I started to back away from him, dragging him with me by his determination to explore my entire upper body with his mouth, while his hands changed position to do incredibly decadent things to the insides of my thighs and that super-sensitive patch of skin right behind my balls. Finally, I had enough space between our bodies to work on his jeans and soon he was as naked as I was, which was a sight to behold.

“Have you been working out even more since last month?” I demanded, eyeing the way his muscles sloped down in a V that seemed created just to make me look at his cock.

“Yeah. I’m playing an Ultimate Fighting wanna-be. Before I get blown up.” He fastened his lips around my nipple and sucked, completely blocking whatever I was opening my mouth to say about the new movie role. My mind was filled with the way his finger stroked my balls and with how good the suction felt on my nipple—no room left for words. Or anything, really, except wanting.

He took his hand away from my balls and I moaned in protest, but the next thing I knew I was on my back on the bed and Mike had spread my thighs and laid down between them, the hot tip of his cock taking over where his fingers had left off just seconds ago.

“I’m not going to squish him, right? I mean, I know I can’t, but…” He pushed himself up on his elbows and looked down between us.

“No, you’re good. Feel how solid it is.” I took one of his hands and made him spread his palm over the softball in my gut. I’d popped hard sometime in the last couple of weeks—one day I was still wearing my regular pants, the next, there was no way I was getting that zipper closed. “He or she is pretty safe in there.”

He pressed a little on my belly, testing the firmness of it. “Does it feel strange?”

I nodded. “Sometimes. Sometimes I’m just, like, really aware of there being a baby in there.”

He bent down to kiss it, his lips brushing gently around the tiny, solid mound. “Hello, baby.”

My heart melted and I ran my fingers through his hair. “You excited about this?”

He nodded and crept up my body to kiss me. “Very. And about you being here. And getting married.” He kissed me again, long and tender. “I love you,” he whispered and reached between us to guide himself inside me.

I spread my legs wide and cried out softly as his cock stretched me, nerve endings tingling and shooting off streaks of desire through my body. His eyes met mine and I was caught, unable to look away. Was this what those intimate scenes in the movies were supposed to be trying to get across to the audience? Because I really didn’t think they managed it, that certainty that you’d found the person you were meant to spend your whole life with. I stroked his hair and touched his face as he thrust into me with agonizing slowness. But it was absolutely perfect and I wouldn’t have changed a thing.

We stayed like this for what seemed like ages, Mike moving with deliberate speed, squeezing every ounce of pleasure out of each passage into and out of my body. And every time he pushed into me, it twisted the growing knot of my orgasm a little tighter, pushed me closer to that moment. But more than anything else, it felt like each time our bodies came together, I fell just a little bit more in love with him.

“This okay?” he asked after a bit. “You want me to do anything else?”

“Like what?” I asked idly, tracing the flare of his collarbones under the smooth skin.

“Harder? Faster? You want me to suck you?” He dipped his head to kiss me, so sweet I nearly came from it.

I ran my hands down over his chest, spreading my fingers wide to feel his muscles bunch and swell beneath them. “No, this is good. This is perfect.” I chased his mouth with mine and let the sensation of his body riding me flow over my skin. “Okay, maybe a little faster.” I was greedy. Always had been, at least when it came to sex. I wanted the feel of him, as much as I could get. All for me. I knew I’d have to share him a little with his fans, but this part was mine and suddenly, some monster of possessiveness rose up in me. “Come here,” I demanded and pulled him back to my mouth so I could taste and lick and bite at my fiancé. I needed to remember that he’d chosen me, and to remind him that I’d chosen him too.

He grunted in surprise, then groaned and leaned more of his weight on me. I sighed against his lips and wrapped my arms around his waist, forcing him to curve into my body. It made it harder for him to fuck me, but if I pulled my knees up as far as they’d go, it wasn’t a bad angle. And I could feel him against my chest with every rock of his hips and every nudge of his cock against my prostate, which made my nipples very happy indeed.

Mike wrapped his arms around my shoulders, holding me tightly so there was no escape and kissed me as if time would never end. Not that I would have tried to escape; instead, I moaned and whimpered for him, tracing the muscles of his back and his ass with my palms as he rocked gently into me, trying to pull him closer. The swell of my belly raised my cock just enough that those hard abs slid along the underside in an agonizing tease, and I grabbed at his ass in mute encouragement.

“This is nice,” Mike whispered against my cheek. He nibbled his way down to my ear, then teased the side of my neck with his tongue. “I’m getting kind of close.”

“Thanks for the warning.” I wasn’t, not particularly, though around Mike it never took me long to get to the point of no return. “Go for it. I want to feel you come inside me.”

He made a sharp noise, like that time I’d stripped his pants down in the movie theater and went down on him when we were seventeen, but more desperate sounding. I tipped my head back to beg for more throat kisses and did my best to roll my hips up toward him. Mike made a hungry noise and nipped at the side of my neck before he braced himself against me and the mattress and began to plunge inside me.

“Oh,” I cried out in surprise. Whatever he was doing, it was amazing. Or maybe it was the pregnancy—I’d been a lot hornier the past month, which had damn near killed me, waiting to get back here and finally get my Mike fix in. Whatever, I found myself clutching at him, digging my fingers into his ass and his shoulders and thrusting back at him with all the force I could come up with. The feel of him sliding inside me and the sharp, authoritative bump at the end as he slammed home sent my hormones into a spiral of joy that I couldn’t keep inside.

My cries of pleasure only seemed to encourage him—he began moving faster, his face buried in my neck and his cock hitting that sweet spot inside me like he was aiming for it. Vaguely, I heard the headboard banging against the wall with the force of his movement and I kissed whatever part of him I could reach until he stiffened and groaned, crushing me to him as if he’d plant his seed right in my heart.

I squirmed a little while he was still mostly hard inside me, desperate for those last bits of sensation that would give me the same release. Mike gasped and shoved his hips against me again, then let out a long breath. “Fuck, Lew, you’re the best.”

I growled and bit the point of his shoulder.

“Ow.” Mike lifted his head. “Was I too quick?”

“Just by about two seconds. Move out of the way, I can fix that.” I knew he liked to watch me jerk off—we’d done a lot of stuff together that edged damn close to full-on sex before prom night.

“Nope, my bad. Let me fix it.” He pulled out of me and then wrapped his hand around my cock. “Put your hands above your head?”

“Why?” I said, laughing, but I did it anyway.

“Dunno,” he said. “Just thought it would look sexy. It does.” He dipped his head to kiss me, then began a gentle stroking that made me gasp shakily. “Yeah, thought that would look good.” He swirled his tongue around one nipple, his eyes rolled up to watch my reaction.

I closed my eyes and arched into his mouth and his hand. The pillow made a handy thing to grab and pull at so I didn’t reach for him and do anything to ruin the moment. His teeth came down briefly on my nipple and I yelled, “Ah!” before begging him to do it again, to scrape his teeth over my chest and make me come.

He nipped me one more time before propping himself up on his elbow so he could see me clearer. “You are so fucking beautiful,” he told me. “Come on. Give it to me.” He watched me with a fierce possessiveness that was just as arousing as his hand caressing my cock. All I could do was lie there, helpless beneath his hot gaze, and ride the waves of passion as he worked my body until I convulsed and came, wailing with the pleasure of it.

While I recovered, he gathered me into his arms and cradled my head on his shoulder. “I should do that more often,” he murmured.

“Yes, you should,” I said, refusing to open my eyes as I grasped at the last wisps of my orgasm.

“My beautiful exhibitionist.” He chuckled into my hair.

“I am not!” I exclaimed, but I was too limp and happy to move, so it wasn’t much of a protest.

“I love you naked,” he said. “Love you clothed too, but naked you’re damn special.”

“So are you,” I told him and stretched my arm around his waist. “You should never wear any clothes when you’re home.”

He laughed and rested his cheek on top of my head. “We’ll have to get up and get cleaned up soon. Your parents will be back.”

“I’ll text them and tell them I’m too busy molesting my fiancé. Mom will understand.” I sighed. “I’d rather just nap here with you, then do a little more of that again later.”

“We have tonight. And all the nights after. And a few mornings. And some afternoons.”

I snorted a laugh. “I won’t be able to walk!”

“Not if I do my job right,” he said. Then, in a more serious tone, he added, “I never want you to feel unloved again.”

I raised my head and kissed his chin. “You keep doing what you did today and I think you’ll be fine.” It wasn’t what he’d meant, though, so I added, “You’re doing great so far.”

“Good.” He stroked the back of his fingers down my cheek and pulled me close. “Promise me you’ll let me know if I ever stop doing great?”

“I’ll buy something special to throw at you,” I promised and then jerked when he started to tickle me. “Oh, no, you rotten shit, stop that!” I hit him with the pillow and rolled off the bed in a move that wouldn’t have been out of place in one of his action movies. “Just for that, I’m hitting the shower.”

He sat up and my breath caught again, just looking at him. “Care for some company?”

I turned toward the door, but glanced back at him over my shoulder in a very Maddie move. “Absolutely.”