The Trouble With Him: A Secret Pregnancy Romance (The Forbidden Love 3)

“I’m close,” she warns me.

My fingers move on their own accord, pinching her erect nipples as she groans for me to go harder. Her confidence is a goddamn turn-on, commanding I do things to her and unapologetic with her demands. I study her body, having never seen something so beautiful.

And that includes her sister.

I bite down hard again, willing to last the distance myself. But it only takes a few seconds for me to feel her contract all over, and I’m unable to hold back any longer, letting myself spill inside her while a groan escapes me.

I’m seeing stars, my eyes blinking rapidly as my vision goes in and out of this blurry haze.

Our breaths come hard and fast, the high slowly coming down as the minutes pass.

“Ava,” I whisper, still keeping myself inside her because I feel a second wind coming on. “I don’t want anyone else touching you.”

“I don’t want anyone else touching you,” she counters, though she closes her eyes with a slight wince.

“Am I hurting you?”

Her body moves slowly, again, causing my dick to remain hard. “God, no, Austin. Fuck me again, please.”

Pulling her mouth onto mine, I taste her lips before demanding she ride me until she comes.

What we’re doing is breaking all the rules.

It’s a recipe for disaster.

But she’s the mother of my child.

And her body is an addiction I have no intent to recover from.

I want to taste Ava Edwards and only her, but this isn’t a game. The stakes are too high. I’ve known Ava my entire adult life. She’s not one to commit and doesn’t believe in falling in love.

Yet, in the throes of passion, we’ve both committed to remaining exclusive with each other.

It’s just sex.

Falling in love is another story altogether.

Seventeen

Ava

I scratched an itch.

And now there’s no turning back.

Austin satisfied me in more ways than I ever imagined possible. It got to the point I came so quickly, embarrassing on my behalf. He didn’t seem to care and followed through just as quickly, probably to take the heat off me.

But just as I thought it was all over, we did it again.

I’m not sure how my body even managed to do that. I’ve been with a few men, but no one has ever made me orgasm twice and within the space of five minutes.

It has to be all the pregnancy hormones swirling inside of me—that’s it.

Nothing more.

I mean, Austin is sexy and incredibly ripped but not overly muscly where he belongs in some body-building contest with an awful tan and shimmery gold thong.

His arms are, let’s say, perfectly veined. When he flexes to grab something, I find myself staring in awe. It’s not like I haven’t seen him in swim shorts before with a bare torso—we’ve spent a lot of time at the beach and in the pool back in the day—but now he is all man.