But in all honesty, our feelings for each other, whatever they were, were more important now than ever. I couldn’t stop myself from wondering if we were going to try to start up a relationship and work toward being an actual family.
That was what I wanted. I had no interest in being a part-time father to my baby. That little one deserved to have its family close and intact, and to never have to go through the same kinds of struggles as Remy. Not to mention I wasn’t about to put myself in the position of clashing and fighting with Bryn over our child.
It wasn’t just that. Figuring out how we were going to raise our child and if we were going to be able to do it together as a family was critically important. But I was also thinking about my feelings for her. They were stronger now more than ever, and I wanted to explore them. We really could have something. As frightening as it was, and as much as I felt like I was treading through uncharted territory, it was worth it to find out what possibly could be.31BrynThe sun was just barely working its way up the sky when my body woke me up. But for the first time in weeks, I wasn’t sick. I was horny. That morning I woke up turned on and aching in a way I’d never been before. This was something unexpected, intense, and inescapable. I couldn’t just not think about it and try to force myself to go back to sleep.
That wasn’t working this time. Every time I tried to close my eyes and just will myself to drift away, my pounding heart and tingling, trembling body kept me up. It was weird, and I didn’t know why it was happening. The more I thought about it, the more I realized it was probably all the new hormones from pregnancy surging through me.
I’d heard stories about pregnant women who were suddenly insatiable. I never understood it before, but now I was experiencing it, and nothing was going to make it go away. There was only one person who could ease this for me. This sensation was new, but somehow thrilling, like I was rediscovering my body and learning amazing things about it. I wasn’t going to let it pass me by.
So, I did something else I had never experienced. I reached for my phone and called Nick for some phone sex.
There was a light laughter on the other end of the line, and when Nick spoke, his voice was just a shade deeper. It brought memories of the rumbling growl that whispered in my ear as he fucked me, and my stomach tightened, and I squeezed my legs together.
“What are you wearing?” the velvet voice asked.
I breathed in sharply, closing my eyes and letting my fingers trail down my body.
“Only my panties,” I cooed. My fingers were under the sheets now, tracing the rim of my waistband. I could imagine it was his fingers, his tongue, brushing against the soft skin of my hip bones.
“I want you to touch your breast,” he commanded, and my body instantly obeyed. My free hand went to hold my heavy, round breast, massaging it and letting my palm run across my nipple, feeling it perk up underneath the touch. “Imagine me there, my tongue swirling around your nipple, my hot breath on your skin.”
With my eyes clenched, I could focus on his voice, the image he was creating in my mind.
“Are you touching yourself?” I whispered heavily.
“Do you want me to?” he grumbled back. I nodded and then realized he couldn’t see me and mumbled out an affirmative response. In the background I could hear him shuffle as he stood, and a door shut. Then, a few steps later, the sound of his zipper opening sent a thrill through my body. I could see him in my vision, his shirt and tie still intact but his hand clutching his throbbing hard cock as it poked through the zipper of his slacks. Something about him still dressed for work but stroking himself with his long, thick staff out at his desk, only my voice and the memory of my body to arouse him, made me squirm and want to shove my fingers into my panties.
“Now I want you to slide your hand into your panties,” he said, his voice like a lead mallet to my mind, making me obey without even thinking about it. As I slid my fingers inside, I pushed the damp cotton panties down so they didn’t cling to me and impede my touch. “Are you wet?” he asked.
“So wet,” I responded nearly breathlessly. “I am so wet thinking about your cock.”
“My cock is so hard,” he growled into my ear. “I want you to imagine it right in front of you. Sliding through your wetness. The head at the opening of your pussy. Now place your fingers there.”