Page 76 of The Comeback

“It’s the shower.” I yank the handle downward, and the water shifts from a full stream to a trickle and then to silence.

“I don’t think it was the shower.” She stands, wraps her leg around mine, and presses her core into my thigh. “It’s your hard cock in my mouth and those washboard abs, making my pussy wet.”

“Yeah?” I lift her up and wrap her legs around me, stepping out of the shower, not caring that I’m leaving a trail of water as I walk from the shower to the bed.

When I reach the carpet of the main room, my footing becomes steadier, and I worry less about dropping her.

“Yes.” She nods, and her mouth lands against mine. I love how greedy and demanding she is. Our tongues mate as we tumble onto the bed. I should take time to dry us off, but that would deny me the one thing I need more than anything else–her.

I lean up and study her. Wet hair tossed aimlessly on the white pillowcase. Eyes filled with love. For me. For us. For our family. I stop and place my hand on her flat belly. “Baby, I love you so much. It rips my heart to shreds that I hurt you and wasn’t there for you when you found out about the baby.”

“Don’t. The second I found out; I came here to tell you.” She cups my cheek. “Let’s not dwell on the past. We have a beautiful future together. Three weeks apart confirmed we want to be together no matter what. Where we live doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is that we’re together. I love you and can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” She smiles. “And our baby.”

“Thank you for being who you are and coming to tell me.” We lay entwined together. What if she wouldn’t have told me? What if I was traded and too big of a chicken shit to apologize? No. Nausea rolls in my gut. I wouldn’t have gone. I would’ve shown up wherever she was until she gave in and forgave me.

“Weston.” Her eyes grow serious. “I love you. You’re the most amazing man I know. I would’ve told you about the baby no matter what. Both you and the baby deserve that much respect.”

“Thank you.” I rest my forehead against hers and shudder.

“Now, get busy.” She wiggles under me. “I need your special attention here, and you’re wasting time feeling sorry for yourself. There are way more important feelings to have, such as happiness. Pleasure. Satisfaction. Relaxation.”

She’s right. I chuckle and push all the negative thoughts out of my head.

Chapter Forty-Two

Charlotte

The sensation of Weston’s mouth and tongue caressing and sucking on my nipple causes me to whimper and grind my sex into his thigh. Between sucking him off in the shower and his expert kisses, I’m a puddle of goo that’s ready to melt like a marshmallow bubbling from its crusted seams over an open fire.

I’ve never ached for an orgasm this strongly before. If it doesn’t happen soon, I will take matters into my own hands.

As he explores my body, he never gets closer than six inches of my sex, leaving every nerve on edge.

“Please,” I mew and arch my pelvis into his chest.

“What’s wrong, baby? Am I doing something wrong?” He swipes his tongue over the swell of my abdomen while staring into my eyes.

“Yes, you’re doing it wrong.” I glare, grab his face, and shove him toward my apex.

“So, demanding.” He chuckles, spreads my thighs apart, and devours my pussy and clit with wet licking and sucking sounds. His tongue is like magic working over me, dragging me closer to the abyss.

“That’s better,” I moan, bite my bottom lip, and fist the damp comforter. Which one of us will do the walk of shame to beg for a new comforter? Right now, I can live with the uncomfortable wetness, but it’s going to be too gross to sleep on.

As his tongue repeatedly twirls over my clit, the walls of my sex clench, and my toes curl. “Don’t stop. Whatever you do.” My eyes roll into the back of my head.

“What else would I do?” He leans up and places my feet flat on the mattress, splaying me open for his pleasure. But he does nothing but lick his lips and gawk.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I growl and glare at him in frustration.

“What?” He smirks and slides his index finger along the seam of my sex.

So close, but so fucking far away. “At least I’m not a dick tease.”

“All good things come to those who wait.”

“Are you going to wait an eternity to–”

His mouth lands on my clit, sucking it deep into his mouth and his fingers plunge deep into my sex, repeatedly thrusting. My mouth hangs open as I ride wave after wave of intense pleasure. This was so worth waiting for. I dig my heels into the mattress and lunge upward, taking him deeper.

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