After Us (Next Generation #6) - J.M. Walker Page 0,32
patience with him. I got it but it didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt any less.
“I’m fucked up.”
He had always been grumpy, saying exactly what was on his mind, but this time was worse. He changed and I understood why. Not that I needed him to be exactly the way he was before, but I did need him to see that we were meant to be together. He told me he felt he didn’t deserve me. It made me wonder if he still felt that way.
Letting out a hard sigh, I saw that it was pushing five in the morning. Brynn would be up in a couple of hours, if she wasn’t up already.
Not being able to sleep, I quietly made my way out into the living room.
Jaron was on the couch with his arm over his eyes.
I walked up to him and pulled the blanket off the back of the couch.
He dropped his arm, staring up at me.
No words fell between us. Instead, we had a silent conversation. One that neither of us could ever say no matter how much we tried.
He rolled over onto his side.
I sat on the couch and laid down, snuggling up to him and wrapping the blanket around us.
Jaron curled his arm around my middle, pulling me tight against him. He shifted, his body becoming tense.
“What is it?” I murmured.
“Take this off,” he demanded gently, giving the hem of my tank top a tug.
I stood from the couch and stripped completely.
He pulled his sweatpants off and tossed them to the floor.
Laying back down, the tiny hairs on my body tingled when his cock pressed up against my ass. But even though we were completely naked, he never took it further.
Jaron kissed the side of my throat, letting out a soft sigh, his body finally relaxed. Brushing the back of his knuckles down my side, he ran his hand back up to just beneath my breast. He repeated the movement, as if he was committing me to memory much like I had done when I touched his face earlier. His hand moved to my stomach, his fingers leaving light feathery touches.
My body tensed that he was touching a part of me that I had become self-conscious about ever since I gave birth to Brynlee.
“This is my favorite part of you,” he murmured, his deep voice so soft, I wasn’t sure I had heard him correctly. “Do you know why?”
“No,” I croaked.
“Because you grew something that belongs to both of us. That’s a part of us. Our best parts. You did something that a lot of women can’t do but wish they could. You grew another person. A baby. Our baby.” He kissed my shoulder. “I’m in awe of you, Piper.”
A hard lump formed in my throat, my eyes welling at his unexpected words. “I couldn’t have done it without everyone.”
He pulled me tighter against him, his length twitching against my ass. He grunted, reached between us, and adjusted himself. “You’re squishing my dick, babe.”
“Oh.” I laughed. “Sorry.”
He chuckled, pulling me even tighter against him.
“I thought I was squishing you.”
“It’s fine.” He hooked his arm that was under my head, around my chest. “He’s not used to having a beautiful woman pressed up against him. He’ll get over it.”
A hard laugh escaped me. “Well, tell him I’ll kiss him better if it ends up hurting too much.”
Jaron growled in my ear, his cock pushing up between the cheeks of my rear. “I think he likes that idea.”
A breathless giggle left me. “We can go to bed. Might be comfier.”
“No.” Jaron brushed his fingers down my side before gripping the back of my thigh and pushing my knee up to my chest. “You’re too far away in bed. This is better.” He pushed the tip of him up against me.
I sighed, a shiver rippling down my spine.
He was hard where I was soft.
“Jaron.” As soon as his name left my mouth, he thrust into me. I bit my bottom lip to keep from crying out. “God.”
“Shhh…” He kissed my cheek and pulled my leg over his waist, but he didn’t move. “I know you feel insecure about the added weight from the pregnancy. But you are beautiful, Piper, and I still want you. I will always want you.”
I loved and hated when he spoke to me while he was fucking me. It was like as soon as he slipped into my body, all of the truths were revealed because he was right. He said it before, and