just as happy as he was. In a few days. Soon.
Chapter 27
Two months later…
“Happy birthday, Rebekah,” Bracken said against Bex’s temple as he woke her up far too early in the morning.
She groaned, opening one eyelid. “It’s still dark.”
He ignored her complaint and kissed a path down her neck between her breasts and over to one nipple.
She hissed when he sucked the tight bud into his mouth. Her damn nipples had been extremely sensitive since she’d gotten pregnant. Not in a bad way. She thoroughly enjoyed it when he touched them.
After releasing her nipple, his lips trailed down to her belly where he lingered, kissing her everywhere until she giggled. She already had a baby bump she wasn’t going to be able to hide much longer, and Bracken loved nuzzling her there. He often spoke to the baby too.
Today was no exception. “Be nice to your mommy today, little bean. It’s her birthday, and we have plans. Don’t make her too tired.”
Luckily the nausea was finally fading. Bex hadn’t thrown up for about a week now. Her breath hitched when Bracken continued farther south, and she moaned when he sucked her clit between his lips. He flicked his tongue over the distended nub several times and then thrust it inside her until she moaned out loud.
There was a reason he preferred her naked in bed, and she couldn’t complain since this was how he nearly always woke her up.
Her libido had fully returned in the last week also, and it didn’t take long for him to bring her to orgasm. As she rode the waves of pleasure, she reached for him, tugging him up over her, needing him inside her. He’d been right. They were still going to have plenty of sex. She needn’t have feared a sudden end to her sex life just because she was pregnant.
He was gentler with her though, and she found it endearing. He held her gaze as he eased into her. At least until her eyes rolled back and she lost the ability to focus. His lips came to her neck and then her ear. “God, you feel so good, baby.”
She wrapped her legs around him and grabbed his waist, enjoying every moment of their lovemaking as he picked up speed. She arched into him, trying to get more friction against her clit.
“Touch yourself, Rebekah. Make yourself come.”
She slid a hand between them and found her clit while he continued to hold himself above her. He used to do it himself, but in the last few weeks, he decided he didn’t like to put all his weight on her. She’d explained he couldn’t possibly hurt her or the baby, but he still insisted.
She thumbed her clit, biting into her bottom lip as she rose once again to the amazing peak she knew was coming. It didn’t take long either. Within minutes, Bracken was close, his expression taking on that faraway look that told her he was about to come. She closed her eyes and picked up the pace with her fingers, wanting to come with him.
When his breath hitched and he stiffened, she was right behind him, her sex milking his erection with every pulse. God, it felt good. She certainly wasn’t worried about their sex life waning. If anything, it had picked up lately.
They were both breathing heavily as Bracken eased out of her and dropped to one hip at her side, keeping his leg between hers. He cupped her breast and thumbed her nipple lazily. “These are already getting larger,” he commented.
“I noticed. My bras are getting tight.”
Finally, he rose onto his elbow and propped his chin on his palm. “You ready for today?”
“Do I have a choice?” She glanced down at her baby bump. “I’m not going to be able to hide it much longer.” It was a coincidence that her birthday happened to coincide with the end of her first trimester. Twelve weeks today. Time to spread the news.
He grinned. “Okay, so first you’ll call your parents, and then we’ll call my parents. After we get the hard part out of the way, you can sit around like a princess while I get ready for the party.”
They were having a birthday party for her tonight, and Bracken had come up with a unique way to let everyone know the news. He was really amazing. Every day he stunned her with his excitement over the baby. It was contagious.
“You know…” she started, trailing a finger along his forearm.
“What do I know?”