Page 111 of Bountiful
But he moved out of my reach. “I teasedyouhow?”
“Mmm,” I said, remembering it. “On the b-barstool. You made me c-come with your cockhead,” I gasped, straining for morecontact.
He smiled before kissing me again. “Like this?” He propped himself up on an elbow and reached down to disengage. Then he dragged his swollen, rounded cockhead across my clit, and I cried out. “Like that, huh? And you think that’s what did thetrick?”
“There was no…c-condom,” I breathed. He was torturing me. Actually, he was torturing both of us. I could see the hungry grimace on his face. So I angled my hips and fit him inside me again, and he went for it, gratefully. Smiling again, too. I’d forgotten that—how he used to smile at me during sex. Like we’d shared asecret.
No wonder I’d fallen hard forthisguy.
“That’s right,” he whispered. “Turning you into a needy girl is my favorite thing in the world.” With a chuckle, he pinned my hips to the mattress with firm hands. I threw my head back, my stomach muscles tight. “Give it to me,” he begged. “Let mehaveit.”
Then he leaned down and captured my mouth in another bossy kiss while his hips pistoned rhythmically, and his muscular chest flexedaboveme.
Who could resist that view or this man? I arched off the bed with a sob, feeling a groundswell roll blissfully through me. He gave a grunt of victory and rode me through it, while I closed my eyes to hang on to the sensation a few secondslonger.
“Oh. Fuck,” he grunted with surprise. “Christ.” He threw his head back and shuddered, his arms locking up as he groaned out hisrelease.
That’s when I noticed all the wetness trickling down my breasts. It wasmilk. The orgasm had triggered a milk letdown. “Oh, geez.” I clapped my hands over my nipples. But there was milk everywhere. So I reached under my pillow and produced my nightgown, using it to mop myself up quickly. “Whatamess.”
“Whew.” Dave shook his head. “No lie, that the was sexiest thing Ieversaw. Let me.” He took the cotton and dabbed my skin, but it was already mostly dry. Leaning down, he licked my sensitive breast, then licked his lips, a wicked expression onhisface.
“No more of that.” I pushed his face aside, the way you’d redirect a dog who was nosing where he shouldn’t. “You’ll make itworse.”
“You’re so sexy. I can’t help it.” He nuzzled between my breasts, just to be a pest. Then, still connected to me, he lowered his body onto mine and kissed me. “Damn, Zara. That ended way before I was ready. I’m losing mytouch.”
Not with me, my heart murmured. If anything, I felt the pull more strongly every time he wasnearme.
I’m so fucked, I thought, even as hekissedme.
We didn’t getmuch sleep at all. My body was exhausted, but my brain wouldn’t shut down and let me sleep. I was having the perfect night, and I didn’t want to miss a minuteofit.
Dave didn’t either. He never stopped touching me. Caressing me. It led to more sex, and then more cuddling. We lay there in the dark afterward, and I assumed he’d fallenasleep.
“Tell me about being pregnant,” he whispered after a while. “Were youfreaked?”
“Yes and no,” I said to the faint dusting of hair on his chest where I’d laid my head. “When I realized I was pregnant, part of me wasn’t even surprised. I’d been a wild teenager and didn’t really tone things down for years. I thought, ‘Okay. So this is where it stops.’ It’s almost as if Nicole turned up to tell me that enough was enoughalready.”
I lifted my head off his chest. “It wasn’t the softest landing into adulthood. But it wasn’t so bad. And the pregnancy itself was easy for me. I didn’tevenpuke.”
“Well that’s good news. I don’t like to think of you all alone and scared.” His big hand sifted through my hair, and I practically melted into apuddle.
“I’m not that easily scared,” I said, trying to cover up how much his words meanttome.
“Didn’t say you were. It’s a big deal,though.”
“It is,” I admitted. “I definitely felt like a screw-up for not knowing who you were. I wondered what you’d think about the whole thing.” I was still wondering, I supposed. “I took these childbirth classes—the kind where they teach you how tobreathe.”
“Yeah?”
“It was all couples. And me. My mother offered to go with me but she had four kids and didn’t really need to learn. And I didn’t want to drag her there just because I was the only one in the room who didn’t know her baby’s father’slastname.”
He chuckled, and I heard the sound right against my ear, through his chest. It must’ve been how Nicole heard everything. She was always using someone for apillow.
“You know,” he said at a whisper. “I looked back in my calendar to see where I was on May second a year ago. But it was after the regular season, and we didn’t make the playoffs. And I didn’t take a trip with the guys until June. It weirds me out thinking I was probably lifting weights at the gym while you were busy having our baby. What wasitlike?”
Again he’d made my poor little heart go pitter-patter. I never thought I’d be lying in the dark telling him about the biggest day of my life. “Well, I don’t remember most of the exciting parts,” I joked. “So I guess I can’t fillyouin.”
“No?” His arm tightened over my back. “The drugs were thatgood,huh?”
