Happy Ending (Fisher Brothers 4)

“Good, angel?” he murmured, keeping his mouth on me as his fingers slid in and out, driving me crazy.

“Hell yes, babe. So good.”

I tangled my fingers in his hair and pulled him tight against me, praying he wouldn’t stop until I came, which was going to be in about ten seconds if he kept using his magic tongue on me.

“I love you. I love you so fucking much,” he murmured against me, still licking and sucking.

“I love you too. I’m gonna come.”

My release crept up on me, slowly at first, then bursting with sudden ferocity.

“Oh, Ryan. Don’t stop. I’m . . .” I moaned and bucked against his face as my insides exploded, ecstasy streaking through my body like a meteor shower.

When I finally stilled after my orgasm, breathing hard, Ryan smiled as he moved his body above mine, the tip of his dick at my entrance.

“Stop,” I said, and he froze.

“Are you okay?”

“Get on your back.”

“So bossy,” he mocked, but he did as I asked.

I positioned him at my entrance and lowered myself slowly at first. Then took him all the way in, as fully as I could.

“You feel amazing,” he said, his eyes locked on mine.

I couldn’t have looked away from him if I tried. Our connection was too strong.

As I rocked on top of him, my body heavier than it had ever been, I wondered if I was crushing Ryan with my weight. But he never complained or said a word other than it felt amazing.

Desire pulsed through me, and my need to have him hard and fast took over. I fucked him harder than ever, becoming a wild thing. Nothing was enough. I was insatiable.

Suddenly, something inside me ached, cramped, and I froze as the pain ricocheted through my insides.

“Sofia? Angel?” Ryan’s strong hands gripped my shoulders as he pulled me off of him easily and laid me down on the mattress.

I tried to catch my breath. “It hurts. Something’s wrong,” I said through clenched teeth as pain ripped through me.

“Don’t move,” he said, and I felt the bed dip.

It seemed like no time had passed and then he was fully dressed, kneeling in front of me with clothes for me in hand. “Let’s get you dressed.”

“But . . . Matson.” I forced out the words through my discomfort, not sure what I meant. It was hard to think straight. I’d never experienced pain like this.

“I’ll call your mom,” he said, but then I reminded him that she was sick and keeping her distance so I didn’t catch whatever she had. “Right. Mariana then?”

When I nodded, he fired off a text to Matson’s other grandma. Then he lifted me to my feet and helped me dress. I hated maternity clothes.

“Grant and Mariana are on their way.”

“They were together?” I tried to sound playful, but it came out strained instead.

“Apparently,” he deadpanned without any of the lightness I expected from him.

“Are you mad at me?” I had to ask, knowing the answer was most likely no. He almost seemed to be.

Ryan reached for my hand and rubbed his thumb over my knuckles. “No. God no, angel. I want to get you and the baby checked out, okay? I’m just worried.”