“God,” I moan, feeling myself clamp down on him. I scrape my nails down his back as his hand cups my breast and his fingers tug on my nipple.
“Your pussy is so fucking hot,” he growls against my mouth, and I moan into his, placing the heels of my feet into the back of his thighs so I can lift my hips to meet each of his thrusts with one of my own.
My hand travels up his back into his hair before sliding down his neck and over his shoulder and chest. Then I flip it to run over my stomach so my fingers can roll over my clit. He leans back and looks down, watching as I touch myself. His eyes get even darker as he slows his thrusts and sits up on his knees, his thumbs holding my pussy lips apart as he watches himself sink into me.
“I’m so close,” I moan, rolling my fingers over my clit faster as his thrusts speed up. At this angle and with the way he’s hitting my G-spot, my orgasm is building rapidly. When his hand pushes mine away and his finger rolls over my clit, my head digs into the pillow behind me.
“Pull those nipples, baby,” he grunts, and I lift my hands to my breasts and pull my nipples as he pounds into me.
My orgasm is sudden and my body vibrates. White light fills my vision and I feel like I float away. I slowly come back to myself and feel him grow larger as his hips jerk and he groans, planting himself deep inside me. His body comes forward, covering mine while keeping his weight off my lower abdomen. I let out a long breath and run my hands up his back into his hair, listening closely as his breathing evens out.
“Every time I think about my kid inside you, I want to beat my chest,” he says, making me laugh as he presses his face deeper into my neck. “Promise you won’t leave me,” he whispers after a couple of minutes.
I swallow against the lump in my throat and pull his face away from my neck so I can look into his eyes. “You’re stuck with us. We’re not going anywhere,” I tell him and watch relief flash in his eyes before he lowers his mouth back to mine.
*
“So are you going to tell me what’s going on?” Brandon asks as we sit down for dinner.
I look at Mike, and he squeezes my thigh under the table. “You’re going to be a brother,” I tell him, deciding that I may as well just get it over with.
“What do you mean I’m going to be a brother?” he asks, confused.
I take another breath, thinking that this is much harder than it was when I told Mike. “I mean I’m pregnant.”
“But you’re old,” he blurts, looking at Mike and then me.
“Hey, I’m not that old,” I scold him.
Mike starts to laugh.
“Mom, you’re not young. I’m eighteen. It’s just weird that you’re having a kid after so many years,” he says.
“The doctor assures me that everything will be okay.”
“It’s still weird,” he mumbles, taking a bite of the meatloaf I made for dinner. “I’m happy that my room is in the basement. I don’t want a screaming kid to wake me up in the middle of the night,” he says, not even looking up from his plate.
I look over at Mike, who shrugs and takes a bite of his dinner. I look at my two men then down at my stomach and let out a breath. Things are going to change drastically when the baby gets here. But I am happy that my two men are taking this whole thing so well.
Now we have to see what everyone else thinks about it.
Chapter 8
MIKE
“Can you believe that he had the nerve to show up and make a spectacle like we were together? Like we’re a couple?” Kat rambles as I pull up to the front of the house. “How could he be so stupid? I mean really, what the hell is wrong with him?”
I don’t say anything. I can’t after the last hour. My blood pressure still hasn’t gone back to normal. I’m at a loss for words as to what just happened.
I’ve never thought that her ex was a smart man, but when he showed up at Brandon’s school, pulled Kat to him, and kissed her, I lost my shit. I’d known that he was coming to town, but what I hadn’t known was his reasoning. Apparently, he broke up with his girlfriend and thought that he was coming back to claim his wife. The fuck now has two black eyes to prove that he isn’t getting anywhere near my woman—ever.
“I hate him. I hated him before, but now, I really, really hate him. I hope…” She pauses to take a breath. “I hope he gets run over by a bus. Too bad we don’t have buses in town,” she mutters under her breath as I shut off the car and hop out.
After walking around to her side to help her out, I take her hand and help her up the stairs and into the house.
“Really, who does he think he is?” she asks before rambling some more while pulling off her cap and unwrapping the scarf she had tied around her neck.
I walk straight into the kitchen, open the cupboard above the fridge, and pull down my whiskey before pulling the cap off and putting the bottle to my lips to take a swig.
“That’s really not fair,” Kat states as I put the bottle down on the counter.
“Sorry, Kitten,” I say and put the lid back on the bottle. “Come here,” I tell her, feeling the liquid heat of the alcohol lessening some of the anger I’m feeling.
She looks at me for a few seconds before walking to where I’m standing. When she’s close enough, I wrap my arms around her.
“How are you feeling?” I ask, rubbing her back.
“Pissed.”
“I got that, Kitten. How’s our boy?”