Tainted Gold (Providence Gold 3)

Kissing her again, I refused to pull out until my cock started to soften – as it inevitably does. During our night of lovemaking, I’d started to understand the merits of Viagra. With it, I wouldn’t have to pull out, I’d just stay hard and could stay inside her. When I’d told her this, she’d burst out laughing (probably thinking I was joking) and said it might make her used goods. Honestly, I wouldn’t care. I’d take her any way she came.

With a final lip touch, I pulled my hips back, my dick coming out of her and resting between us, as I reached my hand down and put it on top of her bump.

“Every time I take you, I worry about him,” I whispered, leaning down and resting my forehead on hers as I watched my hand skim over the mound that was growing every day. “I worry that I’ll land on him, squash him or even poke him in the eye.”

I heard her laugh at the same time that I saw her bump shuddering under my hand. I’d put that baby in there, it was part of both of us – and fuck me that was an amazing feeling.

Still laughing, she rubbed a hand up my back and tried to reassure me. “You’re not going to poke him. You’re big, but you’re not that big.”

“How do you know? He could be lower down than a normal baby? Or, I could be bigger than you realize.”

I couldn’t take my eyes off it, even when she started laughing even harder. That’s when it happened, and every experience I’d ever had in my life went down a spot on the list.

Right underneath my palm was a hard thump, followed by another one.

Pushing down gently to see if he’d do it again, I told Lily (unnecessarily seeing as how she could feel it from the inside), “I swear he kicked my hand.”

Jumping up, I lunged for my phone and started searching for an answer on the internet. Were you meant to be able to feel the baby doing it at seventeen weeks?

“What are you doing?” she asked, watching me with a huge grin on her face.

“Checking to see if that’s normal. I mean, he’s a genius,” I muttered, flipping through the results online, “but I think that might be the first case in history like this.”

That’s when I saw something on a pregnancy website that advised parents-to-be that normally you’d feel it after the twenty-week mark, but some felt it before then. Some – that was the key word.

Seeing the grin on my face, she rubbed her baby bump. “And?”

Dropping down beside her, I showed her what the screen said. “Our kid’s weeks ahead. All the other babies will be trying to find their way out the womb, and ours will be designing the next version of the iPhone.”

Einstein Townsend, I loved it! Well, inside my head I did. I wouldn‘t even dare joke about it out loud because she’d probably call it that.ThirteenLilyThe next night I was back in work and I hated it. Tate was working late and was currently at a site that was over two hours away. Maybe I could have stayed home and gotten a good night’s sleep without his penis there to wake me up, but being at home was kind of dull now. Even the animals preferred it at his house. Bojangles and King Ferdinand had bigger enclosures to peck around in, Snickers had more space to explore, and the dogs loved it there and had more people and dogs to play with.

His bed was also better than mine, or at least than mine had been. This morning he’d dropped me off so I could put on one of my new pairs of maternity jeans because my normal ones didn’t fit anymore, and as I was pulling them up my legs, he’d slipped his own off. What followed was awesome, but just as I was coming, he’d thrust hard into me and the wood holding up the left side of my bed had snapped. I couldn’t bring myself to be upset about it because it’d added to the force of the thrust and had sent me into an orgasm that almost made me pass out. I wasn’t even sad now about the bed, probably because hours on, I was still feeling what had happened because of it.

“Why are you smiling?” Beau asked behind me.

She had a good point, because also behind me was my ex who refused to leave me alone. Thankfully, when he’d come in I’d been restocking the fridges, so I had a good reason not to acknowledge him. That didn’t mean I wasn’t aware of his asshole self. No, apparently this baby gave me the skill required to sense evil, something which happened again at that moment when the slut from hell, Carly, walked in.