as if she didn’t just yawn twenty times in her car seat on the ride over here. I find Lindsay in the kitchen with her mom and stepdad, discussing what Lillian got Kaia for her birthday: an electric scooter.
“Baby, we need to talk,” I say, placing the bag of groceries on the kitchen counter as I interrupt their jubilant conversation.
Lindsay’s face falls at the mention of these words. “What happened? They didn’t have the chips?”
I shake my head and let out a heavy sigh. “It’s much worse. Come with me.”
Lindsay excuses herself before she follows me upstairs to our bedroom. “What happened? You look like someone died.”
When I finish explaining my plan for Jason Greene to surprise Kaia, and how it all went to shit, I’m surprised to see her smiling. “Why do you look so pleased? I fucked up. I don’t have a big surprise for Kaia anymore.”
She steps forward and lays her hand on my cheek. “Oh, Adam, she doesn’t care about those big gestures. You know that. All she’s been talking about all morning is getting her dad to go in the bouncy castle. She doesn’t care if you get her Jason Greene or nothing at all. She just wants you there by her side.” Her hand slides down my face and neck, coming to rest on my chest. “You’re Adam Parker, the best pro surfer and father in the world. You have nothing to worry about.”
I gaze into her eyes, trying to ignore the yearning inside me, but the fiery look in her eyes is making it impossible. “Close the door.”
She smiles as she closes and locks the bedroom door. When she turns around, she gasps when she finds me standing right behind her. I reach for the button on her skinny jeans as I lean down to kiss her neck.
“I fucking love you so much,” I murmur in her ear as I push down her jeans and panties. “I swear to fucking God I’m going to finish the wiring in Mila’s room myself if I have to.”
She chuckles as I kneel down before her and yank her pants and underwear all the way down, helping her out of them before I toss them behind me. “You don’t have to do that. I know it will get done eventually.”
“I’m not doing it for you,” I reply, then I plant a soft kiss on her swollen abdomen before I look up into her eyes. “I’m doing it because I can’t fucking stand not being able to have you anytime I want. Just look at you.” My gaze falls down to her feet, slowly skimming my way up to her pregnant belly and up to her lacy pink bra as she peels off her tank top. “You’re gorgeous and you’re all mine. I should be cherishing that, not squandering it.”
I grab both sides of her waist and pull her toward me so I can lay a soft trail of kisses down her belly to her navel. My hands slide down to cup her ass as my lips travel down to the soft patch of hair over her mound.
She sucks in a sharp breath as my tongue darts out and slides between her swollen lips. “Oh, Adam,” she murmurs as her skin prickles with anticipation.
My right hand slides down her ass, all the way down her thigh, until I reach the back of her knee. Lifting her leg up, I drape it over my shoulder, exposing her smooth center to me. I slide my finger inside her wet pussy and she moans as she grabs the door handle behind her and leans her head back. I feel around a bit, crooking my finger as I massage the smooth inner folds until I find the textured spot that elicits a high-pitched whimper.
I move my finger over it lightly at first, waiting until I can feel the full weight of her body relaxing into me, then I increase the pressure on her G-spot as my thumb lightly caresses her clit. She bears down on me, greedily grinding her pussy into my hand. Keeping my left hand on her ass and my right middle finger inside her, I lean forward and part her luscious lips with my tongue to unearth her slick pearl.
“Oh, God,” she whines, her torso curling over my head, her inner walls clenching around my finger. “My parents are gonna hear me. Oh, my fucking God!”
I lean my head back a little so I can look up and into