Have My Baby (Crescent Cove 1)

“Story time,” Seth murmured, and I nodded.

Together, we walked down the hall to Laurie’s bedroom. Gently, I unwrapped her from her ferocious hold on me and set her back on her bed, taking my spot again on the side as if I belonged there. Seth sat on the opposite one. We took turns reading the story, with Seth playing the part of Mr. Peppermint while I played Mr. Peppermint’s nosy neighbor. By the end, Laurie was laughing at our exaggerated play-acting, but her eyes were heavy with fatigue.

“We’ll stay until you sleep,” I said, fussing with her sheet.

Seth nodded.

It didn’t take long, maybe ten minutes. We waited another fifteen beyond that, sneaking glances at each other to make sure she was out. Then we tiptoed back down the hall to his room and carefully closed the door behind us.

“I like this on you,” he said, fingering the hem of the shirt that brushed my thighs. I still hadn’t felt comfortable wearing it without pants in front of Laurie, but at least it had covered everything. Mostly.

I started to shrug off the compliment. My emotions were raw and jagged and all over the place. I was still horny yet I wanted to sniffle. So much was changing, and even trying to hold on to what I knew was impossible. Nothing was the same. Not Seth.

Not even me.

“I like wearing it,” I said instead, turning my cheek against the worn cotton and taking a nice big sniff of Seth’s sugar sex cologne.

“So don’t take it off.” He gripped my hips and pulled me close. “I can do what I need to do over, under and through it.”

“That sounds promising. And filthy.”

“Filthy promises are the best, baby.”

The affectionate term made me cock my head at him. I was still Ally, he was still Seth. We fucked, but baby was new.

He took that moment to grip my chin and haul my mouth to his. And like always, his lips were tender when everything else about him was hard.

Especially the stiff cock trapped in his jeans between us.

“I want you so much,” he said between kisses, and I nodded, because I got it. Every part of me was trembling to be with him again. Craving that instant when he’d slide inside of me and fill me up.

“But Laurie—”

“Might wake up,” I finished.

“Come to bed.” He gave me a quick smack on the ass, making me laugh.

I skirted around the bed and got in while he quickly shed his jeans, boxers and sneakers and followed suit.

Now what? Move toward him? Cuddle with my pillow? Wait for him to be bowled over by the sight of my collarbone revealed by the collar of his T-shirt?

He didn’t suffer from such indecision, however. He just hooked his arm around my waist and dragged me closer, covering my mouth with his before I could so much as sigh.

“I need you,” he said, and I couldn’t argue. I needed him too. So much.

“Will do better later, promise,” he said, anchoring my leg over his hips. I wasn’t fully sure what he was apologizing for until the damp head of his cock rubbed against my slit. I bit my lip as he slid all the way in, relishing that stretch even as I winced.

“All right?” He frowned.

“You’re big.”

“God, I love virgins.”

“Not a virgin anymore, wise ass.” Slugging him in the chest while his cock was inside me was a new thing, but it fit us somehow.

As did him gripping my thigh and shifting me slightly on my back so he could thrust in and out, over and over, until I couldn’t do anything but dig my nails into his shoulders and try to hold on.

“Damn straight you aren’t a virgin.” He cupped my breast through his T-shirt, rolling the nipple through thumb and forefinger. “Goddamn, woman, I love fucking you. If only I’d known.”