Page 112 of Together We Burn
Her pussy clamped down as I started pumping my hips, the new angle giving her exactly what she wanted.
“You’re lucky you're worth the effort, baby,” I groaned, my strokes getting faster as my release built, needing to finish along with her.
Her breathing shallowed, her fists gripping the comforter as the first earth-shattering spasms clamped around my cock, triggering my own release. We groaned, and I dropped her legs, nestling between them and finding her mouth.
“One day, I’ll make you take my name,” I said, pulling out of her and flopping to my back, bringing her head to rest on my chest. She sighed, her fingers drawing across the tattoo I’d gotten in memory of my brother. Once the baby came, I’d be adding to it. Something for both Stefany and my little girl. Not that we knew the gender, but I felt the baby would be ashein my gut.
Fierce, intelligent, and beautiful.
Just like her mom.
Epilogue
Stevie
Fourmonthsafterthat
One week overdue. One whole fucking week that his baby wanted to stay, snuggled and cosy inside me while I had a sore back, sore ankles, and looked like a beached whale. Why didn’t he want to get out?
“Cut him out,” I said, holding on to my stomach as I swivelled around on the birthing ball Chris had bought me. “Just get me one of my knives, and I’ll do it.”
Jake chuckled, turning the page in that baby book he’d bought and read about five times by now. It didn’t matter what that so-called expert who wrote the damn thing said; this baby was stuck. He wanted to live all up in there for the rest of my life.
“Please,” I moaned as pain shot up my spine again. I stopped my soft bouncing and put my hands on my hips. With a scowl, I said, “This is your fault anyway, Jake. The least you could do is help me get the bastard out.”
He sighed, closing the book and sitting it on the sofa. Dropping to his knees, in between my legs, he wrapped his arms around my back, digging his fingers into the base of my spine. I groaned, the pressure immediately relieved as he massaged into the muscles.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he said, kissing my huge stomach. “I know it’s hard, but soon you’ll be looking into the eyes of our baby girl, and it will all be worth it.”
I cupped his cheek and pouted. “You sentimental piece of shit.”
He laughed, leaning up to kiss me, his hands coming to rest on the tops of my thighs. Pausing mid-kiss, he looked down.
“I think she heard you,” he whispered.
I looked down at the seat of my pants to find them soaking wet.
I glanced back up, my mouth parted. “Fuck.”
“You’re about to have my baby.” He grinned, smashing his lips to mine, kissing me like a drowning man in need of oxygen. His tongue slid against mine, swirling and dancing as I sat motionless, completely in shock.
He got to his feet and held out his hand, pulling me off the ball and leading me toward the elevator.
“What are you doing?” I asked, clutching my stomach like the baby would fall out. “I’ve not had a contraction yet. We can’t go to the hospital.”
“The fuck we can’t, Stefany,” he said, dropping my hand and collecting my hospital bag from the floor. The same bag that had been packed for the last three weeks and sat untouched, taunting me every day the baby was late.
He grabbed my hand again, his grip so tight that it started to tingle.
“I didn’t donate half a million dollars to Carlin Valley hospital for them to not see my girl as soon as she goes into labour,” he said, ignoring me as I tried to free myself from his grip. Jake wasn’t one for panicking, but the dip in his eyebrows, the rush of words as he spoke, said he was in full panic mode now.
“Jake, I’m not going,” I said, tugging my hand again, to no avail.
“Yes, you are.” He rapidly pressed the call button for the elevator.
Angrily, I punched in the side of his ribs, and he yelped, turning on me with a scowl.
“What the—”
