The Pickup (Imperfect Love 1)

“Oh God! Harder, please.” I’ve never seen her this starved for sex, this needy, but her every wish is my command. My fingers dig harder, holding onto her tighter as I move in and out of her tight pussy—my fingers stroking her clit simultaneously. She’s so close I can feel her tight cunt squeezing around my cock.

“Come on, baby. Come for me.”

She’s panting and moaning. I press my thumb down harder on her clit as I push into her from behind, hitting her G-spot over and over again, building her up until she can’t take it anymore. And then she’s falling. Her body trembles. Her legs shake. She whimpers loudly as she comes all over my cock. My orgasm follows right behind. I pull out of her, and she releases a shiver.

“Come here.” I pull her into me, so she’s under the hot water. “What was that?”

She smiles sheepishly. “I think that was a very horny pregnant woman.”

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Extended Epilogue

Olivia

I’m sitting at the table feeding Reed some sweet potatoes and fish when Giselle makes her presence known, slamming the door behind her. She’s been acting strange lately, and she won’t talk to me about anything. I know she has a lot going on, but she won’t let me in, and as her best friend, it hurts my heart.

“That motherfucker!”

“Who?” I ask, feeding Reed another bite.

She notices Reed is now staring at her. “Shit…I mean, shoot! I didn’t mean to curse.” She gives Reed a kiss on the top of his head. “Hey, handsome.”

“Who were you cursing about?” I ask again.

“It doesn’t even matter. I was just having a bad moment.” She shrugs. Her phone dings, and she glances down at it. “I need to get going. I just came home to change.”

“Another date?” I ask, concerned. Ever since Giselle found out Christian cheated on her and broke things off with him, she’s gone from zero to one hundred. Whereas before Christian, she rarely dated at all, post-Christian, she’s going on dates several nights a week, none of which she ever brings home or introduces me to. And the weirdest date of all was when she showed up with Killian to our charity fundraiser we hosted to announce the expansion of Touchdown for Reading, which is now Touchdown for Reading and the Arts.

“Yep!” She doesn’t say anything else before she disappears into her room.

Reed slams his hand down wanting another bite, and I turn my attention back to him. A few minutes later, I hear Nick come in from outside on the terrace. “Hey, babe.” He presses a kiss to my temple. “There’s something you need to know about Giselle.”

My hand freezes in place. “Okay.”

“Killian said he paid—”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence!” Giselle yells, cutting him off just as Killian walks through the front door. “This is none of your business.” She glares from Nick to Killian.

“Somebody tell me what’s going on, please,” I demand.

“Either you tell her, or I will,” Killian threatens.

“I hate you!” Giselle shouts, and I notice tears are now streaming down her face.

“No, you don’t, but if you continue this you’re going to hate yourself,” Killian says to her.

“I already do,” she whispers before she runs out, slamming the door behind her.