Two…
… Elaine squeals when he pauses.
Three!
Squeezing my eyes closed, I shoot my hand out in front of me. The whole room explodes with screams, congratulations, shouts, and laughter, and Derek’s arms are fast around my waist in a hug.
My arm is straight in front of me, and I’m holding up one finger.
It’s a boy.
Epilogue
Patrick
Elaine’s hands are pressed against the shelves in front of her, and she rocks her ass in a slow ride, sending my dick even deeper into her tight opening. She’s so wet and beautiful. I’m in fucking heaven.
The entire group is waiting back at our place, and she insisted I drive her to the only bakery in Wilmington to get a cake “because she’d had too much wine.”
Of course she knows the owner, who said we could help ourselves to the supply closet. Our excuse is needing more blue decorations. I should’ve known when I saw that wicked gleam in her eye it was a ruse. I didn’t expect it to be no panties under the skirt that’s now shoved over her backside.
Her ass is so gorgeous and soft. I span my hands over it as she rides my cock, wishing I was flexible enough to lean down and kiss it. Instead, I give her a pinch. She lets out a squeal, and I lean toward her ear.
“Shh…” I whisper, sliding my hands under her shirt to tease her nipples. “He’ll hear.”
She moans again, rocking faster when the bell on the front door sounds, and loud voices greet each other out front.
“I think we’ve got another minute.” Elaine’s voice is thick, and at this point, a minute might be all the control I’ve got left.
I brace the door shut with my foot, and Elaine bends forward, sending me even deeper inside her.
“Fuck me,” I groan, releasing my grip on the door in favor of her hips.
Seven days—you’d think it had been seven years as insatiable as we’ve been since I got back from Baltimore. We’ve done it six times, in every room of the house, in the shower… I’d forgotten how fucking shitty being separated was those few weeks we tried it. I don’t know how Derek and Mel have kept it up for so long.
God, Elaine is so beautiful riding my cock. She arches up against my chest, and her silky blonde hair spills all around me, surrounding me with the scent of little flowers. I slide my hands under her shirt again to circle my thumbs over her breasts, and we’re laughing and groaning at how risky and fucking hot this is.
One of Elaine’s long, gorgeous legs props on a shelf, and she groans. “Harder, Patrick…”
“Yes, ma’am.” I’m banging as hard and fast as I can, and she moans louder. I cup a hand over her mouth, because dammit, she’s too loud. And if she says harder once more, I won’t be able to wait for her to finish. Her lips part, and my finger slips inside. She gives it a suck, and I almost shoot.
Her body begins to jerk, and I know from experience that’s the signal. She’s with me, and I can let go, ride this wave of pleasure all the way home. “Oh, god, Patrick, Oh, god!”
Both arms braced on the shelves in front of her, she pushes back, and I finish balls-deep in her hot pussy doing my best not to groan as loud as she’s been doing.
“Fuck.” My voice is ragged as we collapse together. She’s giggling again, and I’ve got her hugged tight against my chest. One hand’s still clutching her breast.
“You’re insane.” She arches, turning her head to kiss me and shoving her tongue into my mouth. This fucking woman! I spin her around and kiss her good, her back is flat against the shelves now, and she’s got both hands on my neck, pulling me closer.
My fingers thread in the length of her hair, and I gently pull down, breaking our kiss. “Damn, I fucking love the shit out of you.”
Her green eyes sparkle. “Patrick Knight, you have a way with words.”
We both laugh quietly. Elaine covers my mouth, and I hear a loud voice from out front calling our names. The voice gets closer, and we both scramble to put our clothes back in place. It would not do to get caught fucking in the back of the Sugar Plum Bakery in Wilmington. Or hell, maybe it would.
“Are you having trouble finding it?” Franklin, the owner is opening the door and pulling the cord for the light just as we’re back to normal. Well, all except for the bright red marks on my fiancée’s cheeks and neck where my lack of shaving scuffed her skin.