The Sweetest Gift - Scarlett Cole Page 0,12

of college. He’d not wanted to apply pressure, but goddamn if he wasn’t envious of his best friend, Trent, and his growing family.

Drea nodded and then glanced away from him, running her finger down the bathroom wall. Looking away was something she always did when she was feeling vulnerable. It was her tell. “Yeah. It’s time, isn’t it? Unless you’ve changed your mind.”

He rubbed his thumb over her fingers before letting her hand go. With one smooth action, he pulled his T-shirt over his head. A moment later, he had shucked his jeans and underwear and was stepping into the water.

Facing her in the tub, he reached for her, pulling her to him until she was sitting astraddle, his dick urging to get inside her, his heart cracking into a million magnificent pieces that she still wanted what he wanted.

Kids to go with the perfection they already had.

He slid his bubble-covered hands around her neck and pulled her toward him. “I’m fucking surer about this than anything else I’ve ever done in my life, Babe.”

And then he let his kiss tell her the rest. Let his lips convey his love for her. Let his dick convey his desire. And his hands, he hoped, conveyed that she was the most precious part of his life. Of his heart.

They couldn’t be so lucky that they’d get pregnant on their first fucking outing, he knew that, but the idea that this was even more than the wonder of making love with Drea, that this could lead to the child they both wanted, made it even more important.

Drea raised herself above him, and he grabbed his dick, holding it steady as she eased herself down on him. “Fuck, Babe.” Shock flooded him. Sex without a condom was some fucking fantasy. Everything felt hot, wetter, more intimate.

“Brody,” Drea gasped as she moved against him, her eyes fixed on his.

Water sloshed over the side of the tub, but he couldn’t give a fuck. Drea. Bareback. Soapy bubbles running over her breasts like a fucking playboy vision. He pulled a nipple into his mouth and sucked on it, hard.

“Ah,” she cried out, not in pain but with pleasure.

And if there wasn’t anything better than hearing the effect he was still able to have on her after all these years.

Drea increased her pace, grinding, demanding he give her everything he had. And he would. He’d tear himself in half for her.

“Babe. Yeah, hard like that,” he groaned as she slammed down on him. His orgasm began to build… from the soles of his feet to the tip of his head. Everything was concentrated on this one perfect moment.

“Oh, god. I’m going to come,” Drea groaned, losing all sense of rhythm.

He gripped her hips, took over, rising up to slam into her, chasing the edge until he came, pulsing deep inside her. Giving her all he had. His head spun at the enormity of it.

“Ah, Babe,” he grunted, as his orgasm lasted what felt like a lifetime.

Drea fell against his chest and he wrapped his arms tightly around her. Wanting her to feel safe and loved as he rode out the aftershock of what they’d just done.

“I love you,” he said, pressing a kiss to the side of her head.

“I love you, too,” she mumbled, before sitting up again. The smile she gave him made him feel like a fucking king.

His dick twitched in appreciation of the view and he wondered how long it would take him to get ready for a second round. “I feel like we must have at least made triplets because I just fucking exploded in there.”

Drea looked at him for a moment and then laughed. Laughed so hard that his dick began to torturously slide out of her.

“Only you would assume you made three babies in one go.”

He held his hands out to the sides and shrugged. “Of course, I’m going to be epic at making babies.”

Drea grabbed the edge of the tub and stood to climb out. She reached into the shower and turned the tap on. “Well, get up and let’s see how epic you are at making dinner for six people.” The glass door swung shut as she stepped inside.

They’d just had unprotected sex, they’d seemingly agreed to start trying for kids. It suddenly felt like a fucking tornado had landed in the middle of his life, yet it had barely made a ripple. They were the same two people committed to a life together, yet the journey had just become