I don’t have anything to say in reply to Sirena’s soft words, and for once I’m left speechless. She grins at my silence and taking my hand, stands, tugging me up with her. “I need a nap,” she mumbles, heading toward the stairs.

“Are you sure that you’re okay?” I slip my hand free and wrap it around her shoulders.

“It was a shock having them just come inside and then the police showing up.” She shrugs. “Your sister-in-law has the impression that she can get away with anything, or at least she did.”

“That reminds me.” I pull my cell from my pocket once we reach the bedroom. “I need to talk to my brother.” I toss it to the bed first and help Sirena get comfortable and remove her shoes.

Taking one of her hands in mine, I palm my cell with the other. “I need to do this quickly, okay?”

“It’s okay.”

Dialing my brother, I don’t have long to wait and my call is answered quickly.

“Garrett, I need to apologize to you for Jenny’s behavior today,” William quickly says. “I’ve no idea what’s gotten into her, but she had no right going to your home without your permission and I’ve told her so. Will you please pass on my regrets for the intrusion to your girlfriend as well? I really am sorry.” He finally pauses for breath.

“William, it’s taken a while for us to get to were we are today, and I’ve no wish to go back to how it was before.”

“I agree.”

“Therefore you need to make it clear to your wife that she is no longer welcome in my home unless otherwise invited. I’m also changing the locks as soon as it can be arranged.”

Sirena turns on her side and the sleepy look that crosses her face makes me want to end the call and climb onto the bed with her. It’s not only what I want but it’s also what I need more than anything.

William is going on about something but I tell him, “I have to go,” before turning the cell off and dropping it to the floor. To Sirena, I say, “He has his hands full.” I grin. “And so do I, but in a much better way than he does.”

Slowly leaning forward, I place a tender kiss to her lips and hover a mere breath away. “You’re making me feel things that I haven’t felt before, Sirena—making me want things . . .”

Reaching out, she cups my face in her small hands. “I really do believe that my life changed for the better that day I met you in the elevator.” Tears hover on her lashes as her thumb rubs along my bottom lip. “Will you lie down and hold me?”

My heart thumps in my chest. “It would be my pleasure.” Kicking off my shoes, I climb on the bed behind her and gently pull her into my arms. Her head rests on my arm as I settle with my hand on her belly. I splay my fingers over where her baby currently lays snug inside of her, and my face brightens with delight when I feel slight movement.

Her fingers slide between mine and very slowly she moves our hands underneath her shirt and when she shoves the band of her leggings beneath her belly, I’m touching her smooth skin. “The baby will move more now if you stroke across my stomach.” She moves our joined hands slowly back and forth across her belly, just beneath her navel, which sends my mind further south.

My breathing probably gives me away along with the solid length of my arousal pulsing against her bottom. She chuckles and then stills. “Did you feel that?”

I kiss her shoulder. “I did.” Her belly ripples with the movements of the baby as it stretches and then her whole belly wobbles as the baby turns and settles. “I feel,” my lips brush against her shoulder, “that you’ve just given me an amazing gift by sharing that with me.”

“Oh, Garrett . . .” She turns onto her back and brushes my hair away from my brow. “You’ve given me so much more than I’ll ever be able to thank you for.”

“You never need to thank me,” I dip my head and holding her gaze, place a kiss to her belly, “for doing what my heart desires.” I try to rein in my arousal for her otherwise I’m going to be in serious pain laying here beside her without getting any relief. I refuse to relieve myself though.

Sirena softly slides her fingers through my hair, causing goose bumps to rise on my skin, and gently caresses my scalp as I continue to place kisses around her stomach. Her skin is so soft that it makes me want to leave kisses along the rest of her body, but she’s tired, which is why I slowly withdraw from her. One last kiss to the top of her belly and then I’m hovering over her lips. “You are so beautiful, Sirena. You take my breath away,” I whisper, wanting so much more.

“Please don’t treat me like glass.” She caresses my jaw. “I know how much you want me.” Amusement brightens her eyes. “I’ve felt you, and I want you just as much if not more.”

My raging erection springs back to life and goes solid when her hand brushes against me. I groan and dip my forehead to her chest. “You’re killing me.”

“Will you make love to me?” she asks, her voice tentative. “No one has ever made love to me.”

My head lifts in surprise and meeting her watery gaze, I try to catch my breath. “I . . . Are you sure?” I pant, desperate to strip us both of our clothing and love her for the rest of my life.

“I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life as I am about you.” Her gaze focuses on her belly when I push away from her, kneeling to the side. “That’s if you want to . . .” her voice trails off.

“Sirena,” I take her hand and guide it to the erection I’m unable to hide, “I’m so hard for you that it isn’t funny. I want to make love to you with a desperation that’s frightening,” I admit.

Stars burst behind my eyelids when her hand tightens around my cock, and when she admits, “I’m horny as hell that I’ll probably orgasm the minute you touch me,” I jerk in her hold and nearly finish myself.

With an embarrassed laugh, I remove her fingers from my cock and find that my hips follow her hand, missing the hold she had on me. “I want you badly, that I’m not sure I’ll last if you keep touching me.” I straddle her thighs and hiss when my flesh rubs against her stomach.

Sirena pants, grabbing hold of my thighs. “Please get us naked.”

Chuckling, I lean over Sirena and minding her swollen stomach, I kiss from her lips, down along her neck, past her collarbone and finally nuzzle between her large breasts. In a slow tease, I unfasten her shirt and let it fall open as my mouth licks and nibbles down along her revealed skin.

“Oh God,” Sirena moans, which causes me to pause.

“What’s wrong?”

“My underwear is plain and horrid.”

I blink and then start laughing. “I can assure you,” I tell her as I find the fastening on her bra, “that I’m more interested in what it’s covering than the garment its self.”

Her shirt and bra are tossed to the floor within moments and the growl I unleash from the back of my throat when her plump breasts are revealed would be embarrassing if I stopped long enough to think about it. But, the perkiness in front of me makes my mouth water.

Sirena stares at me, and when I dip my head to sample a dark rosy nipple, her whole body seems to spasm. Her hands grab hold of my head to keep me against her as she squirms under me.

I gasp for breath and quickly move from my straddled position, taking her leggings and panties with me. I drop them to the floor and quickly removing my own clothing, nudge her legs apart as I settle between. It’s not as easy as it would normally be to lie over her because of her pregnant belly, but as I settle my dick against her warm, wet pussy, I’m still able to tongue her distended nipples.

I try to ignore the needs of my own body even though my cock throbs and constantly streams with precum, and lap at her twin mounds of flesh. Her breasts are sensitive and with every lick and suck, I feel her getting wetter as it coats my erection. I push and rub against her pussy lips while I take one of her nipples into my mouth and massage it softly.

Sirena clamps her hands against each side of my face and pants, seconds later she’s gasping and moaning my name as she shudders her way through what appears to be an amazing climax.

No matter how much I try, I can’t stop myself from finishing when the feel of her coming around me feels so good. My cock jerks and kicks against her stomach, releasing, stream after stream of semen. Even when I’m completely empty, my cock stays hard as granite with her writhing on my balls.

“More,” She moans, flipping me onto my back. “I’m already pregnant,” she states with a smirk.

It takes a few seconds for my pleasure-induced brain to kick into gear. “I’m clean, I promise.” With my words spoken, Sirena wraps her fingers around my jerking cock and slowly slides down, impaling herself.

I close my eyes and grit my teeth to try and stop the overload of pleasure that I feel with having the heat of her wet pussy gripping me. “I’ve never been unwrapped before . . . knowing it’s you is exciting me too much. I’m not sure—”

“Shush.” Sirena leans forward and I meet her with my mouth as she caresses my lips with her tongue. “When I said I was horny, I meant every word. I want you so much.” She kisses me. “I think it’s a combination of you and my pregnancy hormones but I’m so aroused with you being so deeply inside of me.”

“Oh God, Sirena.” I arch up and feel my balls pull tight. “I can’t . . . I need.”

“Me too.” She sits up and with my hands on her hips, she slowly rises and drops down, once more and I’ll be coming. I’m so in tune with her though that I notice discomfort cross her face for mere seconds before it’s gone. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m heavy and clumsy,” she says with frustration lacing her voice. “I want to ride you but I don’t have the coordination or strength, and . . . and—” She breaks off as tears start to run down her face.

“Oh honey.” I roll her so that she’s on her back and catch my breath when she clenches around my cock. “What you are is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen . . . and for now, I’m going to love you. There’s going to be plenty of time for you to ride me.” I grin. “But you have to promise to wear a Stetson.”

She blinks but soon her unhappiness is followed by giggles. “I think that can be arranged.” She cups my jaw. “Will there really be time for that?” She asks, her tone serious.

Right now I think she needs to hear the truth even though it might scare the crap out of her. “I’m hoping that by living in my home that you’ll realise how housetrained I am and won’t ever want to leave.” I kiss her softly on the mouth. “I’m hoping for everything with you, but right now, until you’re on the same page as I am, we’re going to go slow.”

“You’ve fallen for a pregnant woman?”

Smiling softly, I admit, “I’ve fallen for a beautiful young woman who I shouldn’t even look at, who just happens to be pregnant. It’s you, Sirena. Please don’t ever think that I’m only with you because you’re pregnant. The fact that you are is an added bonus, but with or without a baby bump, I’d be falling for you.” I kiss the palm of her hand. “You’re beautiful, kind, and compassionate, and you take my breath away. You’re everything to me, honey.”

“You’re going to make me cry again,” she whispers. “You might have to pinch me now and again to remind me that this is all real—that you’re real and I really am living with you. I think I’d be devastated to wake up and discover that you’re a dream.” Her fingers play with an over-long curl at the nape of my neck. “Make love to me, Garrett.”

“My pleasure.” I shower her with my growing love as I slowly move back and forth between her thighs. She’s swollen and wet as she accommodates my growing shaft and within minutes, she reaches the peak of exquisite pleasure, taking me with her in a long, slow release that leaves me completely drained.

I brush the hair back from her brow and after placing a kiss to her belly, I slowly withdraw from her body and head toward the bathroom, returning minutes later with a damp washcloth. “I made a mess of you,” I admit with a sheepish smile. “You make me lose my mind.”

She smirks. “Which one?”

I still and start laughing while I clean her stomach from my earlier release, and between her legs. “Both.” Tossing the washcloth through the bathroom door, I ask, “Do you need the bathroom?”

“No, I’m fine for now.”

“Good.” I settle us both beneath the quilt and hold her against me, her stomach rests against my side, which I love, especially as her baby decides to wiggle around into another position. I reach out and settle the baby down with soft strokes over Sirena’s smooth skin. “I love feeling her.”

“Her?” She smiles, her eyes lit with mirth when I meet her gaze.

“Your baby is going to be a girl with her mamas beautiful dark hair and button nose. Trust me. I’m always right.” I laugh at the look of surprise on Sirena’s face.

“You believe that?”

“That I’m always right?” I tease and grab her hand when she pokes me in the stomach. “I do believe that, but if I’m wrong and you have a bouncing baby boy then as long as you and him are healthy, that’s all that matters.”

She goes silent after I’ve practically admitted to her that I want her and the baby once he or she is born. It’s a lot to take in for her, but I’ve never been one for holding back. Since I saw Sirena on the floor of the restaurant, I knew that I wouldn’t be able to fight what she makes me feel anymore. I did try because or our ages, but my heart has been involved from the minute I laid my hands on her in the elevator.

The truth is that I love her and it’s as simple as that.