Second Chance Vow

“Christian.” I blushed. “You know what I’m talking about. You just want to hear me say it.”

“And yet I’m still waiting.”

I smiled, not saying a word.

“You mean why haven’t I fucked you against the slider again?”

“Yeah.” I smiled wider. “That.”

“I want to take things slow.”

“We’ve been together for twenty years. I’m pregnant with your baby. I think we’re way past slow.”

He grinned again. “Are you horny for my cock, babe?”

My eyes widened.

“Or is it my tongue fucking your pussy that you want?”

Even after all these years, Christian’s ability to make me blush was still very much a thing.

“All of the above.”

“I see, but I don’t think that’s what’s bothering you.”

“It’s the start of what’s bothering me.”

“What’s the rest?”

“Umm … is it me? I know my body is changing—”

“I’m going to stop you right there. It has nothing to do with your body changing, Kinley. I’d love nothing more than to fuck those tits of yours.” He nodded to them. “Which are only going to get bigger as the months go on.”

I didn’t hesitate in asking, “Then what’s the problem?”

—Christian—

I knew she would eventually bring this up. Especially since I could never keep my hands off of her to begin with. Despite knowing that having sex during pregnancy was perfectly normal and safe, it didn’t stop the worry I felt in possibly hurting the baby we’d waited years for. Down to the fact that she was still high risk and I liked it rough, I was apprehensive to take her that way.

It was irrational thinking, but it was still present anytime the urge to touch her came on, and with Kinley it was all the time.

I was more attracted to her now than I’d ever been before. There was something about knowing my kid was inside of her that did all sorts of things to my cock. Not to mention, her breasts were practically spilling out of everything she wore.

“I don’t want to hurt you or the baby.”

She narrowed her eyes at me. “But I thought you said there was nothing wrong with me or the baby… Were you lying?”

“I don’t lie to you, but you’re still high risk.”

“I know, but…”

“It’s an irrational fear.”

“Oh.” She paused for a second. “How do we fix that? I’m not going to be able to go six more months without getting some.”

I laughed, loving the fact she missed my dick.

“Maybe if you’re a good girl, I’ll eat you for dinner.”

“What about you? Don’t you need something for yourself?”

“Sweetness, I have you and our baby, that’s all I need. But I’m not going to lie, I am thoroughly enjoying you begging for my cock.”

“You’re horrible!” She threw her arms around my neck for support as she straddled my waist. Nuzzling my face close to her, she rested her forehead against mine.

“I love you, Christian Troy. I’m so happy you’re mine again.”

I beamed, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her closer to me.

“You see, baby, that’s where you got it all wrong—I’ve always been yours, and nothing will ever change that.”

Chapter 22

Kinley

Then

“Hey, sweetness,” Christian greeted, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind me. I was standing outside by the pool, needing a second to myself.

I smiled, leaning into his embrace. “Hey, handsome.”

“How does it feel to be a college graduate?”

“Pretty damn amazing. How about you?”

“I’d rather be in bed with my face buried in between your legs.”

I giggled. “How romantic.”

We were at his parents’ house. They were throwing a huge celebration for all of us, including Jax and Julian who were inside hanging out. There were hundreds of people inside. The Troys were known all around Texas. His father was one of the best attorneys in the state.

“Is my mom here yet?”

“No, baby.”

I could tell in his tone that he was concerned for me.

“Did she seem okay to you at the ceremony this morning?”

He shrugged, causing me to turn around to face him. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“Oh, come on. I can hear it in your voice. Tell me.”

“Kinley, it’s our graduation. I just want to enjoy the day with you, babe.”

“Are you implying what you have to say would make us fight?”

“Anything that concerns your mom makes us fight.”

“That’s not true. You guys have been getting along.”

“Kinley, I do that for you.”

“So do this for me too, and tell me what’s up?”

“Fine.” He deeply sighed. “But you asked for it.”

“Oh my God, Christian, what?”

“I think she’s drinking again.”

I jerked back, not expecting him to say that. “What do you mean? Why do you think that?”

“I don’t know … it’s just a feeling.”

“Well, your feeling is wrong. She’s been sober for nine years. When are you going to give her some credit for how far she’s come? You’re always so hard on her.”

“This” —he sternly pointed at me— “is exactly why I wanted to keep my mouth shut. Anytime I say anything about your mom you bite my head off.”