Secret Heir

“But, Rome, I-I’m three months pregnant.”

“Let me take care of you.” I repeated, more insistent as I held her abdomen close to my lips.

“Both of us?”

“All of us.” I stood, cradling her stomach in one hand and catching her lips in a soft kiss. “I love you. Both of you.”

Tears ran into our kiss as a smile finally tuned her beautiful cheeks. “Rome, we made a baby. I’ve wanted to say that for so long, I just didn’t know what you would say.”

“I would've said marry me a heck of a lot sooner. You’re mine. Nothing else matters to me. I told you, you’ll always be worth the chase, Pixie. There’s no point in running unless it’s into my arms.”

“You make me crazy, but I love you.” She pressed on her tiptoes and planted kisses along my cheeks.

“I can’t wait to build our family.” I scooped her in my arms and carried her to the small bed.

The sun streaked in through the opening at the top as my lips connected with her belly. I trailed reverent kisses along the round flesh that was new to my palms. She was more womanly now, and it drove me wild with desire. Her breasts fuller, her cheeks with a soft pink glow that made me want to kiss her senseless.

I traced my lips up her neck, sucked on her earlobe, and rocked against her warmth. Slipping my hands under her shirt, I pulled it over her head and trailed kisses down her shoulders as I unhooked her bra. It landed on the floor and I hovered at her nipple, licking it playfully before growling, “Are you going to tell me how old you are yet?”

“Not if it means that much.”

I groaned. “It doesn’t. But it’d be good to know how many birthday spankings I owe you for teasing me so much.”

I slapped her playfully a few times and it only seemed to turn her on more.

“So responsive. Every inch of you is my favorite,” I whispered before tugging one of her nipples between my teeth.

“Ouch,” she shrieked and yanked away, her hand massaging her breast. “They’re sensitive.”

“I’m sorry,” I murmured before nudging her hand away and sucking her nipple into my mouth and caressing it delicately. She moaned and arched into me and I lost my head to desire. My hands skimmed down her torso and I pushed her shorts down her thighs, throwing them and her panties to the floor before I hiked one of her thighs around my waist. I pushed my own pants down my thighs and then probed at her entrance with my throbbing tip. I eased into her slowly, like it was our first time. She was so snug and warm, she fit me perfectly. Sent me straight to Heaven when I was inside her. It felt like our first time, and if I’d known we’d created a baby that first night, I would have been more tender.

“Faster, please, Rome,” she begged as I locked my arms on either side of her body. I dragged in and out slowly, relishing the feel of her around me, her bottom lip snagged between her teeth, eyes shut tightly as soft groans escaped her throat. I made a point to be more tender with her, giving myself over to how good she feels—reminding each other how good we are together.

My hand traced down her ribcage and landed at the bump at her stomach. Three months pregnant. The enormity of what we’d made, what our love had created inside her, amazed me. It left my brain scrambled in awe. There was a baby inside her. She carried my baby within her every day. He or she slept to the rhythm of her heartbeat, heard her beautiful laugh, was between us, literally, when we made love.

“What’s wrong?” she breathed, her lust-filled eyes fluttering open. I swallowed the lump in my throat and glanced up at her. My heart hammered in my chest.

“The baby... Are you okay? Do you feel okay? I don’t want to be too rough.” I stilled inside of her.

“Oh, you won’t be.” She snaked a palm around my neck to cup my cheek. The pad of her thumb caressed my cheekbone. I closed my eyes and inhaled. “Hey, I promise I will tell you if you’re being too rough, but you’re not.” She hooked her legs around my waist and locked her ankles, taking me deeper inside her. “I’ve been desperate to feel you, pregnancy hormones are no joke.”

“Mm, it kills me that I wasn’t here to pleasure you. I would have had you whimpering and begging for me every day.”

“Twice a day, maybe more. You have no idea how many times I replayed our night together in my mind and played with myself until—”

“Oh, baby, you’re torturing me knowing you were petting this pretty pussy without me.” I kissed her deeply, rocking inside of her with slow strokes. “Pixie, what if . . . I feel like I’m going to hit the baby with my gigantic cock . . .” I could hardly finish the words—there was a baby in the room. This baby had me turned on my head and it wasn’t even out yet.