Dirty Game

“Fuck, baby,” Blake groaned, his eyes rolling back.

I was squeezing his cock with everything I had. We rocked and thrust. Our bodies dripped with sweat. Our lips found each other, until finally the rhythm slowed

and Blake settled next to me.

He exhaled. “What in the hell was that?”

I giggled. “I think that was pregnancy sex.”

“Whatever it was, I liked it.” He kissed my shoulder.

We stared at the ceiling. The candles flickered from the mason jars.

“You know I’m not freezing anymore.”

“Didn’t think you’d stay cold long.”

He shifted to his side. His eyes drifted to my navel as he began to draw circles on my belly.

“This is incredible.”

“You’re happy?” I was hesitant to ask. Having a baby wasn’t an automatic pass for happiness. There was so much to discuss.

“Of course I’m happy. We made a baby.” He flattened his palm. “When do you think it was? On the boat? The swing?”

I laughed. “I think it was the first time. The couch.”

“The couch. Really?” He raised his eyebrows.

I nodded. “It was the first time I’d ever had sex like that. I just have this feeling.”

“Magic position.” He winked.

“It was magic, wasn’t it?”

“Damn straight.” He tickled the tops of my thighs and I wriggled under the pressure.

“Blake?”

“Hmm?”

“Before the baby, before today, my answer was yes.”

He sat forward. “Yes?”

I nodded. “I missed you. Nothing mattered anymore. What I have in Dallas doesn’t matter. I want you to know that. I figured it out before this morning. But the baby—it changes things.”

He brushed the hair from my face. The tendrils were damp. “It does.” He lowered his mouth to mine, inhaling with a fierce kiss.

“I was never going to get over you, Sierra.”

I smiled. “Now you don’t have to.”

“What do you want to do with the house?” Blake asked as we locked up the door. We had kept in warm in the linen closet as long as we could. We had to head for somewhere with heat.

I dropped the keys in my purse. “I’d like to keep it. What do you think?”

He nodded. “Yeah, let’s do it.”