Risking the Crown (The Crown 2)

My eyes widened. “You are?”

He grabbed my hand and guided it between his legs. I gasped when I felt how hard his cock was.

Shit. I wanted him too.

I eagerly shoved his pants over his legs.

His kisses landed on my mouth with hungry fever. He massaged my tits until I moaned with pleasure and pain.

“Is it okay if I fuck you, love?” he growled in my ear.

“God, yes.” I climbed against his body, needing to feel him inside. I needed to know he was okay. I needed to know that we were going to make it through this, whatever happened.

His fingers circled between my legs before he slid the panties over my ankles.

“Let me look at you,” he breathed.

My chest rose. I knew my breasts were already larger than before. He spread my legs open and I sighed.

“Fuck, you’re sexy.”

I tried to look away, but he gripped my chin.

“And you’re carrying my baby.”

I nodded. I was. I had Blaine’s baby inside me. A baby we made on a rash, impulsive, stupid night. A night when I thought my career was over because I was fired. A night when I didn’t have a friend. A night when I turned to a sexy playboy for comfort. A night when we made a baby.

My hips tipped forward. “I want you inside me, Blaine.”

He grinned, nudging my legs wider.

I sighed as he sank deep inside me. I wrapped my body around his as he plunged in and out of me with rapid thrusts of pleasure.

He kissed me. “I love fucking you knowing I made this baby with you.”

His words melted me. I was scared he would resent me, or not want anything to do with the baby, but Blaine was full of surprises. He pushed inside me, loving me to the edge of the cliff.

I gripped his shoulders. “I’m going to come. Oh, God.”

He held me, pumping harder. “Come like this, come all over my cock, baby.”

And I felt the sweet rush spread through my veins and tingle to my toes as the orgasm rocked me with spirals.

“So fucking hot.” He tensed and then slammed into me, filling me with his own orgasm as he pulsed inside me.

He kissed me and nuzzled into my neck. “Thank you, Ava.”

“How are you going to swim?” The panic returned.

He laughed. “See, what happens is I dive into the water and then start kicking and moving my arms.”

I bit his fingers playfully. “Did I ruin it? Did we ruin it?” I finally felt as if I could acknowledge the baby.

“No, you didn’t ruin anything. You made it perfect.”

I sat forward. “This is crazy. We barely know each other. We had a one-night stand six weeks ago and now I’m pregnant. You realize this is… Well, there aren’t words for what this is.”

“This is you and me.” His palm flattened over my navel. “This is us now.”