his neck, pushing my butt back so my belly doesn’t get smashed up against his flat stomach. I miss molding my body to his.
“Later,” he agrees, and leans down to place a soft kiss against my lips. I know I’m going to be giving myself over to him for the next hour or so. Grim still fucks like he has all the time in the world, which he kind of does.
He peels my clingy shirt off and tosses it carelessly on the ground. His eyes go right to my tits. They’re a little larger, but my nipples are much darker, a dusty pink, and he can’t ever seem to get enough of them. He palms the weight of each breast in his hands, thumbing my nipples and making my back arch.
“Did you miss me?” His voice is deep and low.
“I always miss you, even when you’re in the same room. I’m like some sort of death dick junkie,” I confess, but I don’t feel an ounce of shame. I know it’s the same for him. He’s only been gone a few hours, but he frequently leaves for hours at a time, so it feels like he’s never home enough.
There haven’t been any more unexplained Charmed deaths, not since Savannah. We went to my old school when we first returned from Torin’s, but left without any answers. I couldn’t even find Boogey to see if he had any more information to share with us. None of us have admitted it, but I think we’ve all kind of given up on trying to find Antonio, at least until after the baby is born anyway.
The past few months have flown by. Much to my astonishment, I was already over three months pregnant when I realized it. Our due date is just a very rough estimate, though, given by the doctor after doing an ultrasound to measure the baby, since I don’t have a history of menstrual cycles to use as a predictor.
Having three men in the ultrasound room went against the hospital rules, but no one was brave enough to ask any of them to leave. We got a few strange looks, but I think it had more to do with their good looks than it did with the fact that I had three baby daddies listed on my information form, and they were all with me. The place was filled with pregnant chicks, and if they were anything like me, they were all probably wishing they were in the same boat. I can’t even be mad at them for it.
Grim slides his hands down, barely touching my belly on the way to remove my leggings—the damn things are only held up by my hips and a prayer anyway, I can’t stand anything over my belly at this point. He doesn’t stop until he’s kneeling before me. I have to bend at the waist a little so I can see his face. Not too long ago, I would have hooked my knee over his shoulder and let him show me how much he’s missed me, but I’m afraid I would topple over because my balance is shit, so I brace my hands on his shoulders while he explores my exposed skin with his hands and soft kisses.
After a few tortuous moments of him touching me, he gives my ass a little crack with his palm. “Get on the bed.”
I turn around and give him a good view of my ass. The slap is still smarting, so I know he left a red spot, plus it’s one part of me that I feel is still completely mine. So much about my body has changed; it takes a hell of lot of confidence to embrace the transformation.
Grim is on me before I can even reach the bed. His front molded to my back. He must have lost the pants at some point, because I can feel the velvetiness of his cock against my ass. I moan when he wraps his arms over the top of my chest, crushing me to him as tightly as possible. Reaching my hands back, I feel the tight muscles of his legs under my palms.
Taking my weight, he lifts me, and my chest constricts from the tight embrace, making it a little harder to draw a breath, but who cares about breathing when I can feel the head of his dick slipping between my legs? Without having a free hand, it takes Grim a second to get our bodies lined