Stumbling Into Love (Fluke My Life 2)

“You love him?”

“I’m madly in love with your penis, but he needs to stay away from me tonight.”

“What if I just use the tip?” I say.

She laughs hard, dropping her forehead to my shoulder, her body shaking.

“There is no way you could just stick in the tip and not try to fill me with your cock,” she says to make me groan.

“Don’t say ‘cock’ or remind me of what it’s like when I fill you with it. He misses you too much. These last few days have been torture.” I grind against her. “Let me eat your pussy, gorgeous. At least let me get a taste.”

“Don’t talk like that.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t ask at all. Maybe I should tie you up and just take it.”

I kiss up her jaw to her ear, listening to her breathing turn into tiny, shallow pants. They are killing me slowly.

“Do you want that, gorgeous? Do you want me to take the choice away from you?”

“No,” she whimpers as I unhook the button of her pants and zip them down.

“Are you wet?”

“You know I am.”

“You’re always wet for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” Her nails dig into my shoulders as I slide my fingers between her folds. She’s drenched, and my mouth waters at the idea of getting it on her. “Wesley . . .”

“Yeah?”

“Please don’t tease me.”

Her head falls back, and I kiss down her neck.

“I don’t plan on teasing you. Kick off your boots,” I instruct.

She does, which makes her shrink a couple of inches. Unbuttoning her top, I slide it off her shoulders, then reach behind her and remove her bra, adding it to the growing pile on the ground.

“Miss Ina is going to be so mad at us,” she breathes against my lips.

I want to growl that I don’t give a fuck, but I know if I do she will shut this down.

“She won’t even know.” I help her out of her pants, then lead her over to the couch. “Kneel away from me, gorgeous.”

“What are you going to do?” she asks, looking at me over her shoulder. Seeing her hair down, her mouth soft, and her big eyes, my dick throbs.

“You’ll see.” I help her onto the couch, then kneel down on the ground behind her. “Now, bend at the waist until your face is on the cushion. If you need to scream or moan, you do it into that cushion.”

Cheeks pinking, she bends forward and her ass rises into the air. When I see her in that position, I have to remind myself that this is for her, not me—okay, so it’s kinda for me, too. Taking hold of her hips, I blow across her wet sex and lean back to watch as goose bumps break out across her smooth skin.

“Fuck, I want inside you.”

I run my fingers down her sex. Her hips buck before I follow my fingers with my tongue and lick up her center. “Remember, you need to be quiet,” I remind her when she moans. I fight the urge to smack her ass. Rubbing it and grabbing a handful, I squeeze hard. “I want to spank you. I want to see my handprint on your skin. I want to feel you contract around my tongue when my hand makes contact. You want that, too, I know you do.” I slip one finger inside of her, then another, pumping them slowly while tonguing her clit.

“Wesley . . .”

Her breath catches as she says my name, and I tighten my hold on her ass while speeding up my fingers to bring her closer to the edge. Feeling her thighs start to shake, I pull on her clit, sucking it and flicking it with my tongue. Hearing her scream into the couch cushion, I give her one final lick.

She shudders while whimpering.

Getting up off the floor, I take a seat on the couch and pull her into my lap before adjusting her against my chest. Pushing her hair out of her face, I kiss her forehead, then each of her eyelids and her lips.

“Are you okay?”

“I think so.” She smiles up at me from under her lashes before letting them slide closed once more. “I miss sleeping in your arms.” She snuggles closer, pressing her nose against my chest.

As her breathing changes and her body relaxes against mine, I study her. Even with all the time we’ve been spending together the last few weeks, I still don’t know which girl she is, the sexy siren I had sex with the night we met, or the woman who can talk about baseball like she works for the Mets. Then again, I don’t think I want to know. I like the idea of trying to figure her out for the rest of our lives. I like that she will maybe always be a little bit of a mystery to me.

Dropping my lips to her forehead, I hold them there and whisper, “I think I love you, Mackenzie Reed, and it scares the shit out of me.”

Chapter 10

TINY HUMAN

MAC

Pregnant, pregnant, pregnant. Pregnant, pregnant. I look at the five tests on the counter. Five different brands of tests, and they all say the same thing: I’m pregnant.

“Holy shit.” I lean back against the wall, then slide down until my ass hits the floor. I let my legs sprawl out in front of me as I stare at the bathroom door.

“There is a tiny human growing inside of me.” I press the palms of my hands against my stomach and close my eyes. I don’t know what the hell I’m going to do. I don’t know how I’m going to tell Wesley this news.

When I didn’t get my period a week ago, I knew I needed to take a test, but I kept putting it off and putting it off. Libby tossed a test at me this morning before she left for work, reminding me that if I wanted to have a drink tonight, on New Year’s Eve, I needed to make sure I wasn’t pregnant. Guess there will be no drinking for me.

“Mac?” Libby yells through the bathroom door.

I close my eyes. When I took that first one and it came back positive, I went out and got a few more, thinking the first one was a fluke. Apparently it wasn’t—unless there is something wrong with my pee.

“Mac!” Libby calls again.

“Give me a minute!” I shout back.

She doesn’t listen. The pocket door slides open, and she sticks her head into the room and looks around until she finds me sitting on the floor.

“What are you doing?”

“Just hanging out. It’s a nice room. I’m thinking about moving my bed in here,” I say as she looks at me.

Then she spots all the tests lined up on the counter.

“You’re . . .”

“Pregnant, with a tiny human.” I finish her sentence.

She comes into the room and takes a seat on the toilet, resting her elbows on her knees.

“There is a human person growing inside of me. Like the movie Alien, only it’s not an alien—it’s a baby.”

“You’re going to be a mom!” She cuts off my rambling.

My heart seizes up. “I’m going to be a mom.” I close my eyes, the reality really hitting me. I don’t just have a human growing inside of me; I have a human growing inside of me that is part of me and part of Wesley. Our child. A tear tracks down my cheek, and an unbelievable amount of love fills every single cell in my body. “What if he doesn’t want this?”

“Stop being dumb.” She smacks my upturned knee. “You are his cow, his milk-mate.”

“You seriously need to stop spending so much time with Miss Ina.” I scrub my hands down my face to wipe away the tears that have fallen.

“The news might shock him, but once it settles in, he’s going to be fine. My guess is he’s even going to be a little excited.”

“Why do you say that?” I grab some tissue and wipe under my eyes.

“Because I see the way he looks at you. He’s always watching you like he’s just waiting for something to happen so that he can jump in and save you. It’s the same way Dad looks at Mom and Levi looks at Fawn,” she says.

I really, really hope she’s right.

“This is going to change everything.”

“Yep.” She picks up another test off the counter and looks at it. “You’re pregnant with my niece or nephew! I’m going to be an aunt!”

“A baby.” The idea is so overwhelming and exciting. I’m scared out of my mind, but I also cannot wait. It’s like waiting in line for an amusement park ride—you know it’s going to be scary, but thrilling at the same time.

“I call godmother!” she blurts.

I pull my eyes off my stomach to look at her.

“You can’t ‘call’ godmother. It’s not the front seat of a car; it’s my child.”

“So who are you going to pick, then?”

“I don’t know. Maybe Wesley will want to choose someone.”

“Fine. I’m going to tell him that I call godmother,” she mutters.

I roll my eyes at her.

“How are you going to tell him the news?”