Page 39 of After this Summer
INDIE
AUGUST
“How does this not fit?” I whine, wrestling off the tank top that Isworefit just fine last week. Standing in a pair of pajama shorts and a nursing bra with my hands on my hips while looking at my closet makes one thing abundantly clear—I’m over being pregnant.
“How’s it going, Stunner?” Beau asks, a sexy grin on his lips as his gaze rakes over me.
“Stop looking at me like that. I’m hot and tired and my legs are swollen and I’m hungry and?—”
“Beautiful. You’re beautiful,” he repeats, closing the distance between us and wrapping his arms around me. “You don’t have anywhere to go today. I’ll bring up one of the fans from downstairs and you can just relax.”
I worked at Mountain Side up until a week ago, but they’d put me onmaternity leaveand wouldn’t hear anything more about it. On the plus side, that gave me more time up at the sanctuary. Jesse was right; the therapy program would be an incredible addition and Pen had given me more than a little encouragement to talk to Winston about joining the team.
“You should be relaxing—you’re wasting your lunch break listening to me bitch about not having a shirt.”
I’d finally had to trade my wedding and engagement rings for the white silicone one Beau had pulled from his pocket the night he’d gotten down on one knee. But every day is that much closer to our due date. Jesse had painted the nursery as promised, but Beau and I had put together all the furniture.
Well, Beau constructed it. I supervised.
“I’m staring at my sexy, pregnant wife. There’s absolutely nothing being wasted.”
His words are like a switch flipping in my brain, the sheer desire insexy, pregnant wifedoing all kinds of things to me.
And now I have a new focus.
“I still think you should be relaxing,” I tell him, sliding my palm up his chest and across his shoulders.
“What did you have in mind?”
“How much time do you have?” I ask, walking him farther into the room, a huge smile taking over his face when the back of his legs collide with the bed frame.
“How much time do you need?”
The question is rhetorical because I’ve learnedexactlyhow to get Beau off—how to draw out his pleasure and how to drive him wild.
Gently, I shove him onto the bed, the man humoring me as he shimmies onto the mattress, giving me room to climb onto the bed. I could probably try to seduce him a little bit but we both know what I want, my mouth already watering at the thought.
His expression is amused as he watches me attack his belt before popping open the button and sliding the zipper down, the sound audible in the room.
“Indie…”
“Lift your hips.”
He does, and even though he helps me pull his jeans and boxers down his corded thighs, I’m still out of breath as my hand wraps around his length.
It’s awkward and it takes me a minute before I find a way to sit that’s comfortable, my belly large and in the way. Before Beau walked in the room, I hadn’t felt sexy. I’d been frustrated and upset, but all of that seems to melt away when he looks at me, letting out a delicious little grunt when I stroke him.
“Do you think you’ll still come home for a blowjob when the baby’s here?” I ask, not waiting for an answer before taking him in my mouth and swirling my tongue around the head.
“Stunner,” he rasps, his hips lifting off the bed as I take him farther into my mouth, and I’ll just assume that’s ayes.
Finding my rhythm, I lose myself in the moment.
In Beau.
In the filthy things he’s growling at me as he fists the comforter. It’s heavenly and I need it, but I need something elsemore.
Releasing his cock with an audiblepop,I manage to get off the bed and out of my shorts without too much hassle before I’m climbing back over him.
