Page 23 of Tight End
“Round two,” I muttered, already hardening again. “Gotta make sure it sticks.”
She laughed breathlessly. “I’m already pregnant.”
“I’m practicing,” I deadpanned.
“I think I’m starting to understand breeding kink,” she giggled, her eyes shining and her smile lighting up her face.
“Gotta practice that, too.” I claimed her mouth with mine, already moving again.
Later, after we’d moved to the bed and were utterly spent, I tucked her body against mine. “No going back now. You’re home.”
9
MARISSA
For the second time, I woke up in Raiden’s bed after a night of mind-blowing orgasms. His arm was wrapped around my waist again, and his breath puffed across the back of my neck.
This morning, I didn’t need to race off to the airport, so I stayed right where I was and soaked in the feeling until my bladder nudged me back to reality. I was barely pregnant, but the baby was already making its presence known in too many inconvenient ways. Frequent trips to the bathroom, nausea, and tiredness—I had it all.
Carefully, inch by inch, I eased out from under Raiden’s arm. He made a low sound but didn’t wake. I pressed a hand to my chest to steady my breathing before tugging on the shirt he discarded and slipping into the bathroom.
After I used the toilet, I washed my hands and splashed cold water on my face. It didn’t do much for the puffiness under my eyes, and my hair was the very definition of bedhead, but I looked better than I had in weeks. Now that I knew Raiden was happy about the baby, it felt like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders.
I stepped back into the bedroom and froze because he was already awake. Sitting on the edge of the bed, fully dressed and lacing up his shoes with the kind of focus most football players saved for the field.
He glanced up, his dark gaze raking over my body, lips tipping up when he saw what I was wearing. “Good morning.”
“Morning.”
He stood, his smile widening. “Appointment’s at ten. We’ll leave in twenty.”
“Appointment?” I echoed, my brows drawing together.
“Obstetrician.” His tone was matter-of-fact, like scheduling a same-day prenatal visit for me was the most normal thing in the world. “Saxon gave me the details for the one Ivy goes to. I used her name, and they were able to squeeze us in this morning.”
“You didn’t have to do that,” I whispered. The truth was, I was ridiculously relieved he had because I hadn’t found a new doctor since I moved.
He held my gaze with a steady stare. “Yes, I did.”
I swallowed hard. His efficiency was impressive, but also a little overwhelming since he didn’t seem to be struggling with any of the doubts I’d drowned in for the past week. “Thank you.”
“Whatever you need, baby.”
I crossed to where my jeans and sweater were draped over a chair. Heat rushed up my neck as I remembered how I’d picked them up off the floor in the middle of the night. “What I could really use is some other clothes, but at least I didn’t wear these for long last night.”
His mouth twitched. Just barely. But enough to know my grumbling amused him.
“Grab something from my closet, if you want.”
I took him up on the offer, but I didn’t take anything from the hangers. Instead, I snagged a Nighthawks sweatshirt from thetop of the hamper so I would be surrounded by his woodsy scent all day.
When I stepped out of the bedroom, he was already at the door, a travel mug and piece of toast in hand, waiting for me.
“Thought you might want some herbal tea for the road.”
“Thanks,” I sniffled, deeply touched by how thoughtful he was.
“We’re in this together, baby.”
