Yeah, the baby she carried wasn’t planned, but Tessa and Tucker were planned for the wrong reason.
“That ain’t an option, babe. Tellin’ you right now that ain’t what I want.” He pressed his hand to the slight rise in her stomach. “We’re gonna be a family. The three of us. The idea of that is growin’ on me more and more every damn day. So, never doubt I want that. Figured you want that, too. Especially with you callin’ me your future ol’ man.”
She pressed her hand over his. “I do. But… What about Dyna?”
He flipped his hand over and interlocked their fingers together. “What about her?”
“She’s what I do. My life revolves around her. I can’t just walk away from her or Jem and Cage.”
“Nobody’s sayin’ you gotta do that. Keep doin’ what you’re doin’. Once we get our own place, we just won’t live with them. Come here durin’ the day and come home to me at night. We’re gonna be livin’ on the same property. They don’t like that arrangement, they can find another house mouse. But already had a conversation with Cage about it and he got no problem with you just bein’ here durin’ the day. He said he and Jem can handle the nights.”
She whispered the reminder, “One day at a time.”
“Yep. One night at a time, too.” But no matter what, his first priority was to get them their own place so they were settled in before the kid came. So much shit needed to be done before then that it was overwhelming to think about.
He shifted until he laid between her spread thighs. He belonged there. It would be his spot forever and nobody better ever try to take it from him.
She was already naked—they both were—so it wouldn’t take much to slide inside her. But it had been weeks—way too fucking long—since they last had sex, so he was in no rush tonight, especially since they no longer had to worry about being caught. They could take their time and enjoy each other tonight.
He planned on rediscovering every damn inch of her. Starting that very second…
“Squeeze your tits together,” he murmured, trailing his lips down her jawline.
When she did so, his attention got caught on her cast. Another reminder of how crazy their lives had been in the last few weeks. The roller coaster could pull into the station any time soon now. He was ready to get off.
Pulling one nipple standing at attention into his mouth, he took his time sucking, licking and flicking the pebbled tip with his tongue.
When her breath caught and she moaned, he smiled against her soft flesh.
Their relationship might have only started off with knocking boots, a mutual agreement to get their rocks off, but… fuck… it turned out to be so much more. And he wasn’t mad about it one fucking bit.
Like those late nights she rode with him on his sled, they just felt right together. They meshed even though nine years separated them. She had changed since first arriving in Manning Grove. Most likely because of finding a home, surrounding herself with loving, supportive people and taking on the responsibility of Dyna.
She had flourished here. But then, so had he.
When he moved over to the other nipple and took over the job of holding them together, she slid her fingers into his hair. She really didn’t need to hold him in place because he wasn’t going anywhere.
With his eyebrows pinned together, he lifted his head slightly as he studied her tits. “Am I seein’ shit or are they bigger?”
“I’m pretty sure they are. Weeks ago, I thought they were aching for your touch. At the time I didn’t know they were tender and aching because I was pregnant.”
“Do they hurt now?” He didn’t want to make it worse if they did.
She lifted one shoulder off the bed in a half-shrug. “They could do with more massaging.”
He grinned.
“With your mouth,” she added.
He could do that. “Just your tits? Or you want this mouth somewhere else, too?”
“Want me to draw you a map of the path you need to travel?”
“Unneeded, but the thought’s appreciated.”
Tessa pressed her lips together and her eyes crinkled at the corners.
He grinned again, put his head down and went back to work. In truth, it wasn’t really work. He could do this with Tessa for the rest of his life.
He planned on it, too.
He sucked her nipple deep into his mouth and caught her other nipple between his fingers, trying not to be too rough as he twisted, but her back arched and she pushed her tit deeper into his hand, demanding, “More.”
He gave her what she wanted. More mouth, more teeth, more tongue. No longer being careful or gentle with her. Giving her everything she wanted, everything she demanded. And like in the beginning, no words were needed. Just sighs and soft whimpers. Her fingers encouraging him by gripping his hair roughly and her nails digging half-moons into his skin.