Page 40 of Pregnancy Scandal
I waved to him, and he waved back. He waved back and seemed to lose his concentration, like he had the other day when I’d come by.
He was doing the same thing now, it seemed. He looked from the guys out on the field, then back to me. To them, then to me, and our eyes locked. We must have been fifty feet away from each other, but I saw him gazing at me. Neither of us saw the ball whizzing through the air until it hit him smack in his chest and caught him off guard. It was Eric who’d thrown the ball, and I was pretty certain he threw it like that on purpose.
The ball fell to the ground, but Gilly picked it up before Ian Summers grabbed it, and I was so proud when he took off like lightning and landed a touchdown.
Excitement rippled through me when he threw down the ball on the field and continued his dash to me.
I didn’t get to say a word when he reached me. He reached for me and pulled me straight to his lips, kissing me as if he wanted to devour me.
I giggled when he picked me up and hoisted me over his shoulder caveman style.
He might have been dressed in his training gear ready for the field, but he marched out of the stadium, carrying me over his shoulders, right to his truck, where he set me inside.
“Gilly, what are you doing?”
“My job,” he answered in a matter-of-fact tone.
I laughed when he jumped in the driver’s side and revved the engine to life.
“What job is this?”
“Woman, are you pregnant yet?” he snapped, giving me an incredulous stare.
“I have no idea.” I giggled.
“Well, that just means we have to keep trying until we know, and when we know, we can… well, I don’t see myself being any other way, to be honest. I reckon we’ll even find a way when you get bigger. We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”
“Okay,” I laughed, loving this.
A couple of times over the last week, we’d parked up in the woods and battered this poor truck. Thank God it was a Range Rover, so it could take a beating, or seriously wild sex.
The kind it was about to get yet again.
He drove like a maniac and parked in our spot secluded in the woods.
As soon as he did, our lips found each other and clothes came off.
My body welcomed him as he settled me down onto his cock and I straddled him, moving with him as he pumped into me.
He could take me again, and again, and again, and I knew I would always feel like this.
That fire.
That fire that consumed us both.
It was the thing that fueled us and ignited the passion I’d only ever felt with him.
As he held me, our eyes locked, and the magic of the moment seemed to flow all around us. It was everywhere. Inside me and outside me.
It was so powerful it amplified our movements and the surge of primitive passion.
Energy burned my soul, and the orgasm that tore through me took me higher than I’d ever been. My whole body shuddered from the impact. I had to throw my head back to release the scream of ecstasy that tore from my throat.
Powerful sensations throbbed within me with heat, and we both came in a wild release awash with overlapping waves of pleasure.
He held me to him, and I knew he felt it too.
That magic.
