Soft and lovely.
So different than any other time we’d been together. He shuddered in my embrace and dragged in a harsh breath before warmth filled me. I’d never been with anyone without a condom.
Hard to believe since I was currently pregnant, but it was the truth. It felt intimate and overwhelming in a way I couldn’t describe. Like a piece of him was finally inside me and couldn’t be taken back.
Even if, God forbid, the baby wasn’t his—this was. Right now, us together was as all encompassing as anything had been in my life before now.
He drew out of me, but instead of flopping onto the bed next to me like I was used to with any other man I’d ever slept with, he curled behind me. His strong, ropey arms held me close and he buried his beardy chin into my neck.
The low, slow groan reverberated through his chest and into my back and I folded my arms over his to hold it inside me. I felt cherished for the first time in my life and I never wanted to let that sensation go.
We must have fallen asleep because suddenly a crash and a bang jerked me into consciousness.
“Shit.”
“Dad?” A pair of eyes peeked in from a crack in the door.
“Just a second, buddy.”
“Why are the Legos in front of your door?” Wes put his shoulder into the door to get it to open.
I squeaked and dragged the sheet up to hide my absolute nakedness.
Dare jerked the blankets up and over my shoulder. “Hey, buddy. You’re supposed to knock when you come in.”
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“You never close your door.”
I buried my face in the covers and couldn’t stop the smile. Maybe he didn’t bring women home after all.
“Why don’t you go back to your room and get dressed? We’re, uh, going to make pancakes today.”
“Pancakes?” Wes’s voice was still timid, but there was an uptick. “Can we have bacon?”
“Is there any other way to have breakfast?”
“Do you have someone in there with you?” Wes’s voice got closer. “Did you have a sleepover?”
I winced. Was I supposed to hide? I mean, we were going to get married, but how did that go with talking to Wes?
Oh, hey there, I’m your teacher and your new stepmom! Won’t that be cool?
Good God, I was going to be a stepmom and a brand new mom all at once.
I flipped the sheet over my head. Why did I think this was a good idea? I couldn’t cook brownies without burning them more than half the time.
Dare cleared his throat. “Yeah. We’re going to talk about that at breakfast, okay?”
“You don’t let me have sleepovers.”
I snorted and Dare pinched my butt.
“You’re too young for sleepovers.”
“Who is it? Is it Uncle Auggie?”
I burst out laughing when Dare choked. “No, you know Aug sleeps on the couch when he stays over.”