Happily Ever All-Star: A Secret Baby Romance - Sosie Frost Page 0,74

and her tense whimpers begged with a mounting impatience.

“Got a craving, Doc?” I whispered.

“Only for you.”

“Better than a popsicle?”

“Hotter than a popsicle.” She hummed as my cock rubbed her clit. She angled her hips, guiding me towards her slickness. “You wouldn’t deny a woman in my condition, would you?”

“What sort of a monster do you think I am?”

“You’re not a monster.”

“Even though I forgot your food?”

“You’re probably the greatest thing that’s happened to me, Jude.” Her breathing edged hard, gasping as my cock prodded her slit. Her tightness enveloped me in a fierce heat. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

And I didn’t know what would happen when she no longer needed me.

If I had it my way—we wouldn’t find out.

I pushed inside her. I couldn’t fit deep, but I didn’t need much. Just her. Just the heat, the tightness, her pleased cry. Her body tangled against mine. I didn’t care. I never wanted to let her go, and I clutched her hips tight, driving as deeply as I could without pushing both of us to the brink of insanity.

Rory clenched on me, and every cry of my name squeezed me tighter. I thrust against an ever-tightening core, and she warned me how soon, how quick, how unbelievably hot she felt.

Her orgasm built quickly. So did mine.

Touching this woman destroyed my willpower. The pleasure dizzied me beyond any rationality.

I’d been hit before. Concussed. Blindsided. Knocked out. I lived in a daze of headaches and fog. But now everything cleared in my head.

Just for a moment. Only while I thrusted within Rory.

This was where I was meant to be. With her. In her. Holding her.

And she belonged with me.

I knew it. I felt it in her tremor. I heard it in her whimpers. My thrusts connected me deeper to this woman until my only desire was to offer her every pleasure, every peace, every comfort I could give.

“Jude…” Rory panted. “I’ve never…”

“Me either.”

“Don’t stop.”

“Never.”

I reached for her, kissing her shoulder, savoring her tightness. Her body rolled with an endless shiver of perfection, and I ached stay buried in her velvet heat.

I whispered her name as our bodies tensed. She came first, her breath lost in a quiet whimper. I gripped her hard, reaching over her, skipping her hip to touch her tummy. She arched, her hand joining mine.

The closeness and intimacy and confusion of that single touch blinded me.

I gave into the pleasure just to escape the truth.

The orgasm flashed through me, blinding me to a blink of light and stealing my strength in a flare of raging nerves. Pleasure dueled with my body. I surrendered to the intensity because I had her to ground me.

And I lost myself in that selfish desperation.

I thrust deep, letting every jet of my seed bury within her slickness. Wave after wave of crippling, perfect agony blasted over me.

I filled her. I shouldn’t have wanted it so badly. Shouldn’t have forced myself deeper. Shouldn’t have taken such a perverse pleasure in coating her with my desire.

She came again because of it.

I needed her to stay with me. In my bed. In my arms. I had to remain inside of her, a part of her.

I didn’t know what would happen once the baby came, and the possibility of losing her was worse than any concussion, hit, or lifelong injury.

I couldn’t let her go.

Rory was the only one who could finally heal me.

16

Jude

Rory arrived at her surprise baby shower…

Dressed as a pumpkin.

I was fucked.

So much for my elaborate surprise. I’d organized the party at Jack and Leah’s. Got the food. Made the calls. Invited the guests.

And I invited Rory under the guise of a Halloween party.

Unfortunately, I forgot to tell her not to dress up.

Whoops.

And it had been such a great week of sharing a bed with her. How quickly good things came to an end.

I met Rory as she waddled to the porch.

“Hey Doc…” I gave her a smile. It was not reciprocated. “You’re a pumpkin!”

The orange suit might have been loose on a non-pregnant woman. Her tummy filled out the plastic, stretching the black triangles serving as eyes and a mouth for the jack-o'-lantern. Her sleeves and leggings were green, just like the tendrils of streamers tangled in her hair. Vines, I supposed. They twisted into her hat—a little brown stem, tilted off center.

She looked as exhausted and frustrated as she was utterly adorable.

“When I was a little girl, I always wanted to be Cinderella for Halloween.” She held her arms out. “But the