Pretending She's Mine

He reached for my ankle, dragging it to his shoulder. He pushed off the bed, angling with intensity. I bit down on my lip.

“Oh God, Asher,” I mewed.

“Feels so fucking g

ood.”

I nodded, knowing I was losing control.

My breasts perked. They were sensitive and ached for his touch. He leaned forward, flicking his tongue over one and the other.

I sighed, loving the new ways my body reacted to him. My skin had never glowed like this. My orgasms had never been so intense.

“It won’t hurt the baby, will it?” he asked. “I’m so deep. I love being inside you. But is it ok? Is it too much for the baby?”

I smiled. “The baby is fine.” I drew my hands to his jaw. “Don’t you dare stop. I love how you feel. Don’t. Stop.” I struggled to form the words.

He grinned wickedly. “Never.”

He pounded against me as my panting grew louder and wilder. I gripped the sheets as the orgasm sprung from my core.

“God, I love it when you come.” He watched in awe as I wriggled and convulsed under him.

I saw the desire light in his eyes and he pushed into me, groaning with his own release.

Asher collapsed next to me, resting his palm against the new swell of my belly. It was hardly noticeable except to us. I had made it through awards season without a single dress alteration, but my boobs were busting through every neckline I had. I wouldn’t be able to hide it from the public for much longer.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“Are you talking to me or the baby?” I teased.

“Both.” He rubbed my belly like a genie lamp. “Sorry kid, your mom is fucking hot.”

“Language is going to be a thing once the baby is here.”

He laughed. “I’ll set some kind of alarm.”

“Language security for new parents,” I mused. “I like it.”

He laughed. “Have to keep things new at work.”

“And with us.”

I rolled on top of him, straddling him. I peppered him with kisses.

“I don’t even have to try to keep things new with you.” He gazed in my eyes.

I didn’t know I could be this happy. I didn’t know a man who had shattered my heart could mend it so easily. I didn’t know having his baby inside me would make me love him more than I already did.

Our platinum wedding bands were simple, but matched. I traced over his. “What time do we pick up Avajean?”

He looked at his watch. “I told her grandparents we’d be there after breakfast. We probably have a couple of hours.”

I smiled. “I miss her on these weekends. But I love spending extra time with you. And I think it’s good for her to see them more than just a few times a year.”

I had done my best not to alter things too much once I became Avajean’s stepmother. I was cautious at first, but eventually found my footing. I thought it was important that she had a relationship with Gene and Shelly. They had welcomed me as well. It was surprising that we all fell into an agreement so easily. I knew that was because everyone loved Avajean.

The day we met at Big Bear, all my worries dissolved. We spent the afternoon making blueberry muffins and watching old Wonder Woman re-runs. We had an instant bond. Ashe joked that he sometimes felt outnumbered, but I knew he was happy we were close.