The Truest Thing (Hart's Boardwalk 4)

My hand automatically moved to my stomach.

The three of us cuddled up together sounded so nice, tears pricked my eyes.

Scoffing inwardly at my nonsense, I put the emotion clogging my throat down to the difficulty of the day. Being pregnant, I did find myself in need of more naps than normal. There was absolutely nothing wrong with taking a nap with Jack. It would be my way of offering him comfort, even in his sleep.

Mind made up, practically itching to feel him pressed against me, I switched off the television and tentatively laid down beside Jack. I held my breath, worried I’d wake him. But Jack must’ve been completely out of it because he barely even moved as I pressed my back to his front and rested my head on the cushion beside his. His chest pushed gently into my back as he breathed.

It was nice.

More than nice.

I closed my eyes and listened to Jack breathe and followed him quickly into sleep.

35

Jack

It took awhile for the warm, soft body pressed against Jack in his dreams to pull him out of unconsciousness and gradually into waking.

Before he opened his eyes, he felt the soft curves of her ass against his groin. His arm was settled over a slender waist, his fingertips touching what he discerned was the lower curve of a breast.

Her scent invaded him.

Emery.

Jack’s eyes flew open, adjusting to the dark.

Where am I?

Then it hit him. Crashing at Em’s after the trial because he was so exhausted.

His lips and nose were settled in Emery’s soft hair. Her shoulders rose and fell with light breaths as she slept.

He remembered lying down on her couch as he watched rugby. He must’ve fallen asleep.

Which meant Em had deliberately curled up beside him.

Feeling her breast sit heavily on his fingertips, her magnificent ass against his pelvis, inhaling her, memories of their night together flooded him.

Blood rocketed to his dick and his erection pushed against his suit pants and into the crest between Em’s ass cheeks.

Jack turned his head into the cushion to muffle his groan of need.

Then he heard it.

The swift intake of breath, seconds before she pushed her ass into his dick.

“Em,” he grunted, cupping her breast in his hand and squeezing the full, lush globe.

She whimpered and clutched his hand, drawing it away from her breast and down her stomach. If it was possible, he hardened even more at the feel of the gentle rise of her belly where their baby was growing. She moved his hand over and down to the tight gap between her closed thighs.

Euphoria and arousal made his voice hoarse. “Is that where you need me, sunrise?”

She tensed. And then Jack felt a cool breeze waft over him as Emery flew to her feet. She swayed as she whirled around to glare down at him.

“What the hell are you doing?” Her cheeks were flushed hot.

Indignation rushed through him. “Me? I didn’t fall asleep with you next to me, darlin’, you did that.”