Page 75 of The Comeback

I laugh and shake my head. “Don’t ever forget how lucky you are.”

“Baby, I won’t. You’re everything I don’t deserve, but I’m going to make you mine anyway.”

I shiver at the heat and possessiveness in his eyes. God, this lug is all mine. “When are you going to start making it up to me?”

“I thought I’d already gotten started?” He swings me off the ground and into his arms, holding me tightly to his chest while walking to the bathroom. “But if you need a bigger incentive, I can have truckloads of money brought in, and you can roll around in them as a blow your mind with orgasms.”

I wrinkle my nose. “Money is pretty dirty.”

“And so am I.” He waggles his eyebrows and deposits me beside the shower. “I’ve got to clean up after my run.” He drags his T-shirt over his head. “Care to join me?”

“Yeah. I’m feeling dirty myself.” I grab the waistband of his shorts.

Chapter Forty-One

Weston

The second the hot water cascades over me, I grab her hand and lead her inside the shower. The traces of fear that were so prominent on her face a few minutes ago are gone and replaced by a mixture of joy and love. It’s time to add a heavy dose of desire to the mix.

I’ve missed being surrounded by her. Every night during training camp, I’d ached to contact her, but in the beginning, my pride was in the way, followed by my concern that she wouldn’t forgive me for my selfishness. Thankfully, she’s too classy a woman to let resentment keep us apart. Because I would’ve deserved it.

She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls my face to hers. It only takes one touch for my brain to turn to mush. I run my hands down her back until I grasp her ass, and my cock is pressed into her belly.

I’m going to be a father. Holy smokes. The relief I felt from finding out she hadn’t been with anyone else, and learning we’re having a baby, has my heart lodged in my throat.

Everything that I’ve worked for since middle school is coming to fruition. I’ve secured a top-tier contract and can provide for my family. Which I almost botched. My heart thuds in my chest.

Don’t think about it. Everything is fine. She forgave you. She’s right here in your arms. Just don’t fuck it up again.

She unlaces her hands and trails her fingers over my chest, dropping dangerously lower, making my stomach tighten.

“Babe,” I mumble against her lips. “Let me shower, and we can go to bed. I don’t want you to slip and get hurt.”

Her eyes narrow. “I’m pregnant, not a piece of glass.”

“I realize that, but there are more important things than me getting off.”

Her hand encircles my cock, and I groan in appreciation.

“Like what?” She gives me a saucy smile and drops to her knees on the tile floor. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her to stop, but hers is twirling in a circle around the head of my aching erection, and I forget how to say words.

She pumps my shaft and flicks her tongue over the seam of my dick and then gnaws on her plump bottom lip. “I’m waiting.”

“Waiting for what?” I rest my hands on my hips and stare down at the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. The water cascades over her breasts. Her face is flush with happiness. God, I love her sassiness.

“For you to tell me what’s more important than you getting off.” She uses both hands to pump up and down my length, alternating the speed and intensity until my eyes roll back into my head.

Her words barely penetrate the fog of pleasure pulsating throughout my body. What did she say?

Fuck. Who cares? I grab her head and guide her over me as the muscles in my thighs quiver and tighten. “Your mouth feels so good sucking me off.” I could get lost like this every day for the rest of my life. Why would I tell her to stop? I dig my fingernails into her scalp and relish the sweet sucking sounds of her mouth working over me. The baby. I tense.

“Babe, you need to stop.” She stabs her nails into my flesh, causing goosebumps to scatter in all directions and effectively shutting me up.

Within moments, she has me panting for air as the steam of the shower leaves a sheen of sweat popping up on my back. My knees wobble, and my head spins. Shit. I’m going to fall on my ass.

“Stop.” I grab her face and pull her back. The loud suction sound of her mouth leaving my body reverberates off the glass. Her eyes glisten with lust, and her lips are the perfect shade of pink. Sweet, swollen lips. Damn, I love her.

She licks her lips and rubs her thighs together. “Sucking you off has made me so hot.”

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