Wicked Ever After (Wicked & Devoted 2)

“Your cheeks are flushing.” He shot her a cocky grin.

It was no secret Pierce got off on undoing her.

She licked her lips. “Your eyes are getting darker.”

“Shit, I have to watch you.” She didn’t even have time to sputter a question before he sat her up on his erection, bent his knees, and rammed up into her with dizzying force.

Her head slid back with a long moan as her breasts bounced, her breathing hitched, and her sex clenched greedily.

“Oh, look at you. My pretty, pregnant girl getting fucked…”

Pierce unraveled her with every heartbeat, every moment, every word. Brea scratched and gasped for the climax swelling inside her. She ached for him almost as much as she wanted this pleasure to go on forever.

He caught her breasts in his big hands and squeezed, thumbing her nipples, sending her spiraling up even more. “Are they still tender?”

“Sometimes.”

He gentled immediately. “Better?”

She nodded, closing her eyes on a ragged sigh. “Every time you touch me, it’s so good.”

“Yeah?” he moaned, then cupped the small bulge of her belly. “God, I love the way your body is changing.”

“Really?” When she looked in a mirror lately, she felt so self-conscious.

“You have no idea what you do to me. So sexy. I was desperate to fuck you before, but now…you’ll have to push me off you, and even then I’m never going to stop.”

Brea never wanted him to.

He grabbed her hips, shoved her down harder, hurtling her even faster toward climax. They fell into a rhythm, hard and deep, staring into each other’s eyes as the sensations clawed higher. He dragged his thumb across her clit, ripping through the last of her composure. She ground down on him and dug her nails into his shoulders as her blood roared and converged. Her body seized up. She struggled for her next breath as she jolted and let out an anguished cry.

This climax was going to roll over her and redefine ecstasy for her. Like the man himself, it terrified and thrilled her at once.

“Pierce!”

Suddenly, he rolled her to her back once more, took her legs into the crooks of his elbows, and careened into her over and over, each lunge punctuated by a hiss of seething breath. “I feel you. Oh, fuck. Yes… Give it to me.”

She’d been unable to deny him anything from the moment they’d met. Nothing was different now.

Orgasm exploded, rocking through her body. Above her, Pierce fucked her furiously through the pinnacle, shaking the entire bed and banging the headboard against the wall as an involuntary scream tore from her.

A throat-wrenching growl rumbled from his chest as he hardened impossibly inside her. Then his whole body shuddered as he released, too, shaking her all the way to the overwhelming end.

As they quieted and softened together, the world fell away, leaving only panting breaths, their inexplicably deep connection, and the sweet remnants of pleasure.

Brea sagged against Pierce, struggling to catch her breath and desperate never to let him go. “What happens now?”

“I tell you I love you.”

She’d doubted that so many times during their days and weeks apart. But now, as he stared into her eyes, she couldn’t deny his truth. “I love you, too.”

He smoothed stray curls away from her face, then cradled her cheek. “So let’s talk—at least until I can’t stand that I’m not fucking you. That means we’ll have to hurry because we’ve got a lot of ground to cover.”

Brea lay beside him and rose up on her elbow, her long hair playing peekaboo with her lush tits and pretty berry nipples. One-Mile stared and tried like hell not to be distracted.

“All right. Let’s talk.” A little smile pulled at her lips. “Quickly. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to stand being without you, either.”

He couldn’t resist kissing her. “I’ve created a monster.”

Her smile widened. “And now you have to deal with me. Poor you.”

“Yeah. It’s a real hardship.” He winked, then he sobered. “Were you ever going to tell me you’re pregnant?”

“I was trying to the morning you said we needed to take a step back. After that…” Guilt flashed in her eyes.

She hadn’t seen the point. She hadn’t thought he’d care.

Fuck. “So because you thought I’d ‘broken up’ with you, you ran to Cutter and got yourself a fiancé?”

“I didn’t see any other choice. I couldn’t risk upsetting Daddy, and not just because I hate to disappoint him, though that played a role, I admit. But his health…”

If her father had suffered another heart attack after that shocking news, he might not have survived.

One-Mile hated it, but… “I get that.”

“I also didn’t want to take a chance that the church or the town would turn its back on me. It may sound silly in this day and age, but that’s why being a single mother was never an option. My reputation affects Daddy, too, not to mention my business. I rely on the good opinion of the folks in Sunset. If I don’t have it, I don’t have any clients.”