Page 82 of Interference
When we get to the house, I help her out, leaving all the gifts in the car. I unlock the door, leading her up to my room.
“I’d like you to stay here tonight, if that’s okay,” I tell her.
She nods, stepping closer to me. “Brett, I need to tell you something.”
I swallow hard. “Anything.”
“I’m in love with you.”
Those words were not what I expected, and my breath catches in my throat.
“What?” I manage to croak out.
“I’m in love with you. It’s your fault, really. You are so amazing. You treat me so well, but it’s not only that. It’s the way you talk to our baby, even when I’m sleeping. The way you care about your friends and take care of them. I won’t lie and say that I’m not still scared. I think part of me will always remember that we started out as temporary. That you were a playboy who sleptaround, but I can get past that. Please don’t break my heart,” she whispers.
I cup her cheeks. “Never. I will never break your heart.”
She leans up and kisses me. I kiss her back, pulling her into my body.
“I want you, Brett. All of you. Will you stop holding back?” she asks.
“I love you more than words can describe, buttercup. I was only holding back to preserve the little bit of my heart I still held in my hand. That is now securely in yours. I am yours. Wholly and completely.”
She pounces on me then, kissing me hard enough for me to fall back into the door. I laugh as I move her body until she is at the bed. Slowly, I start to strip her of her pretty sundress and matching panty and bra set. When she is naked, I push her back on the bed before I strip myself of my own clothes.
“Sex during pregnancy can hurt, so I need you to let me know if it hurts at all. Okay?”
She laughs. “I think I need to do more research. You know way more about this than I do.”
“Because I want to make sure I am what you need at all times,” I tell her, leaning over to kiss her as my fingers find their way to her clit.
She gasps as I start to circle it. “I only need you.”
The fact that she said that and means it sends shockwaves through my body.
I don’t want to fuck this woman. I want to show her with every touch and caress that I love her.
Slowly, I kiss her until her body is fully relaxed while my fingers continue to play with her clit softly. Only enough to turn her on, but not enough to get her off. When she pulls back and stares up into my eyes with nothing but love and devotion, I notch my cock at her entrance.
I’ve only gone bare one other time, and it’s what got us here. Sliding into her wet heat, I remember how good it felt. Even that night, it felt like something had changed between us. We weren’t Emery the skater and Brett the hockey player anymore. That night, I felt as if we were as one.
The same feeling overtakes me now as I begin to thrust into her slowly. Her hands roam my shoulders and chest as her hips meet me thrust for thrust. Hiking up her leg, I change the angle, making her eyes roll into the back of her head as she moans. When she opens them to look at me again, I know I’m not the only one feeling this.
Love.
I never imagined that Emery could love me, but she does. Lord knows I’ve loved the woman for far longer than I care to admit.
She loves me, though, and I love her.
I let that thought propel me into thrusting harder, pressing against her clit with each one. I grind into her, not even pulling out far, chasing that orgasm that I can see is right there on the surface.
When she finally comes, her body takes mine with it, spilling inside of her, filling her up.
The idea of implanting yet another baby has my cock jerking inside her even more, giving her every last drop.
Shit. Do I have a breeding kink?
The thought enters my head as I kiss her face. When she smiles up at me, I know the world will be all right.
