by Vivien Vale
I wonder if he can see the changes already. I certainly can.
I was nearly positive about the pregnancy even before I took the test.
My nipples are darker, harder than they’ve ever been. Even my own scent is different, not to mention my increased sense of smell.
His expression is lost somewhere between lust and amazement as he finally leans in, kissing me gently on each thigh.
I hear him growl again at the back of his throat and feel a spark of excitement, knowing what he’ll do next.
He surprises me though, taking the time to find my stomach and kissing me there instead.
His kisses are light, protective.
The way a father kisses their child’s forehead after a bad dream.
The simple act has me overwhelmed with emotions, tears once again threatening my eyes.
We’re having a baby.
He works his way up to my newly darkened nipples, his tongue exploring the altered flesh. His lips take each of them in, sucking and nibbling until I moan in delight.
I gasp as his fingers find me, rubbing roughly against my clit, as his mouth moves harder around my nipples.
They slide inside me easily, rubbing against my now drenched pussy.
I move in time with them, forcing them deeper, craving his touch even more now that I have it.
His lips pull back from my nipples—now harder than ever, hard enough to slice through steel. I look at them in amazement, already so different from before.
I take the opportunity to reach for his head, gently guiding him lower, and hear him chuckling in response.
I’m no longer afraid of the things that I want—yet one more thing that Carter has given me.
When his face is between my thighs, I spread my legs open further, moaning in anticipation.
He doesn’t take his fingers out of me, instead pushing them deeper the moment his tongue touches my clit.
No matter how many times we’ve been together, the intensity still shocks me. The pleasure that burns through me at his every touch overwhelms. I feel liquid heat inside of me spreading, consuming.
My body syncs with his movements, hips thrusting, perfectly timed with his fingers.
His tongue slides over me, again and again. Flicking, sucking, tasting.
His breath brushes across my skin, which feels hot and humid when he exhales and cold when he inhales. It sends my senses soaring, my nerves hardly able to keep up.
I can hear him moan, and I delight in his pleasure. The way he touches me, tastes me… like I’m the best thing he’s ever consumed, better than chocolate, better than strawberries and cream.
I understand too well, feeling the same way whenever he’s in my mouth.
I can never hold out long. Every fiber, every nerve sings to me.
The fire inside becomes a raging inferno, and I feel my hips thrust faster, harder against him.
The build-up seems to last an eternity; every time I think I’ve reached my tipping point, I find more ecstasy instead. Faster and faster I move, his fingers thrusting deeper, his tongue flicking in a frenzy to match my pace.
I come hard, my pussy tightening around his fingers, my own digging grooves into his flesh where I cling to him.
“Oh yes, yes, Carter, oooohhhh,” I cry out repeatedly as the orgasm rips through my body.
His arms wrap around me, and I revel in the warmth of his body. I could stay like this for hours, but I know I’ve got to return the favor. A high priestess has her own work to do.
It’s now my turn to worship him.
Still coming down from my high, I lock eyes with him. He’s stroking my face.
I wish this moment would never end.
But I know it must.
I’m craving him. Needing him inside of me. Desperate to feel the way his cock fills every vacant inch of me.
I look at him, his mouth still wet, his eyes shining.
I’m still shocked at the depth of emotion a simple glance from this man can stir within me.
What I feel most in this moment, though, is gratitude. I’m so grateful that Kody, bastard that he is, chose that stupid skank. I’m humbled by whatever force it was that drove me here, that made me stupid enough to lock my keys in the truck.
I even feel affection for Carter’s father, without whom there would never have been a contract, never an “interview”.
For every misstep and betrayal that led me here, naked in front of this man, I feel grateful.
There are so many things that could have gone differently. Hell, I could have been married and still living in Wheatfield. I could’ve been there right now, probably making dinner for Kody, maybe even pregnant with his child.
The thought makes me cringe.
There isn’t a place on earth I’d rather be than where I am right now. There isn’t a man alive whose child I’d rather have growing inside of me.
I keep looking into his eyes and can almost see the same thoughts going through him.
How lucky we are.
How amazing our lives are going to be.
I stand, grabbing his hand to draw him up with me.
His cock is hard between us, throbbing in time with his heart.
I need him more than I ever have before. I’m dying to feel him inside of me.
For the moment though, I just wrap my arms around him, drawing him nearer.
I cling to him like I’m clinging to this new life—fiercely, unrelentingly. We will have everything we’ve ever wanted, everything we never even knew we wanted.
And we’ll have it together.
Chapter 21
Carter
Her body. Her taste. The way she moans when she comes—the way she moans when I make her.
Everything about June Johnson is fucking addictive to me. My father’s vice is women. My brother’s vice is whatever the fuck he can get his hands on.
And June—June is my vice. She’s my heroin, my whiskey, my high-stakes gambling and my illegal street racing all rolled into one.
Only—fuck. She’s good for me, too.
This woman might be the best thing that’s ever happened to me in my entire fucking life.
Not my vice, then. June’s my good habit, and I intend to do her as frequently as my body will allow.
“I’m taking you to bed, sweetheart,” I announce, wiping her honey from my lips.
Before she can say something sassy back—because I know she’s fucking aching to—I sweep her off her feet and carry her to my bedroom.
I’ve got something else to make her ache for.
For once, and to my utter surprise, she doesn’t talk back at me. Instead, her face nuzzles into my chest.
Immediately, something tugs at my insides. It’s an entirely new experience for me. Is this called worry, concern, maybe even anxiety? Since I’m a stranger to it, I can only guess.
So far there’s never been any one in my life I’ve even remotely felt connected to. There’s never been anyone I think I actually had to worry about.
I mean, I’m a fearless, ruthless, and no-nonsense kind of guy. I rule with an iron fist and when I say jump, people jump. No one has ever gotten under my skin—at least not until now, until June.
The feeling is so overwhelming; I think I might burst into tears.
News flash: I’m a tough guy, and I don’t fucking cry.
Am I hormonal? Could it be catching? Hadn’t I read somewhere about sympathy symptoms guys have when their woman is pregnant?
Holy fucking shit.
I want to search those eyes of hers and see if she’s okay, but I’ve got her in my arms, and she’s got her eyes closed. Maybe she’s meditating.
“Isn’t it amazing to think there’s a tiny human being growing inside of me?” she whispers.
Her voice is so quiet I struggle to hear what she says.
The words tug at my heartstrings.
Suddenly, there are two people to worry about.
It’s beyond me to imagine what this tiny creatur
e growing inside of June’s tummy must look like. Does it have arms, legs, nose, eyes, and ears already? Or is it merely a tiny blimp?
Frantically, I search my brain for any useless information I might have stored there about babies, but, alas, I draw a fucking blank.
I mean, what guy pays attention to this shit anyway?
“Just think, you and I have created something together, something amazing,” she pauses. “At least, I hope he or she will be amazing.”
Now in my domain, I put her on the bed and look her in the eyes. Those exquisite hazel eyes of hers. They’re soft, a little like fudge.
“He or she will be fucking awesome.”
She gasps and clutches her tummy with both hands.
“Carter,” she grouses at me, her eyes narrowed and her brow furrowed. “No swearing in the presence of the child.”
I chuckle and push her hands away.
“Sorry,” I mumble and kiss her tummy.
For a moment or two, I just stare at the area where I assume our son or daughter is growing.
The thought of a son or daughter chokes me up again. Man, what the fuck is wrong with me?
“Wasn’t there something you were going to do?”
Her question snaps me out of my fucking daydreaming.
“You bet,” I growl and roll her onto her front.
Before she can protest, I start massaging her neck and back.
“I need to make sure there’s no tension anywhere in this gorgeous body of yours.” I murmur into her ear.
I hear her giggle into the pillow.
Slowly, my hands move downward, taking the time to explore every nook and cranny of my beautiful woman.
No, she’s more than that—she’s the woman I love.
Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever loved anyone like I love June.
“I love you,” I now whisper into her ear and start kissing her down her neck.
She mumbles something, but the words get lost in the pillow. It doesn’t matter anyway. I’m pretty sure she said she loves me, too. I know she does.
But I wanted her to know I love her.
“I mean it,” I suck on her ear lobe and smother her in butterfly kisses. “I really love you.”
Then I move away from her neck and let my mouth follow her spine.
When I get to her ass, I can’t help myself. I smack it.
It’s not a hard smack. But it feels good, and I can tell she likes it because her ass is wiggling toward me, begging me to do it again.
My fingers trace tiny circles on each butt cheek before moving down between her legs and then toward her pussy.
I change position and move between her legs.
Without invitation or assistance, she spreads them open.
Her pussy is so fucking wet already, I can see the juices drip from her onto the bed.
I swear since she got pregnant, she’s got this fucking glow about her. It’s golden, honey-like.
She even tastes sweeter.
Before I fuck her, I use my fingers to scoop up some of her essence. I smear them over her ass and around her most private hole.
I don’t want to wake the baby, and I certainly don’t want to fucking hurt it either. My massive cock fills every part of June; it’s bound to make contact with the growing little one.
No fucking way am I taking that chance.
But I do want to put my cock inside her. So only one thing to do.
Before I enter her, I lift her upper body up so she’s in a cat-like position. She doesn’t resist.
“Come on, Carter, what are you waiting for?” she urges me and looks over her shoulder. Her eyes are wild. It’s as if she’s even hornier than before.
This pregnancy thing was obviously working for her.
It seems to be playing havoc with me, my emotions, and my fucking ability to think straight. But, heck, June looks on fucking fire.
“Relax, baby, it’s coming,” I assure her and position my pulsing cock at the back of her hole.
I’m not sure if she’s aware of my intention until I actually push into her.
She squeals, a tiny pig-like squeal. And then I’m all the way in her.
Slowly, I pull out and then go back in.
June seems to have no trouble accommodating me. In fact, she’s urging me on.
“Yes, Carter…come…give it to me…pleaseeee,” she yelps.
Without further urging, I start a slow and gentle rhythm. I’m still a little worried about how she’s coping.
When she starts pushing against me with every inward thrust, I know she’s doing just fine. It’s then that I start to increase my rhythm and tempo.
My fingers are digging into her fleshy ass, and I watch her tits bounce from side to side. I’m not sure if it’s just my imagination, but those tits already look bigger.
It’s hard to imagine that in a few months’ time, a little baby will be getting its nourishment out of those delicious breasts of hers.
With each thrust, I feel the fire grow inside of me. The release I always feel after each orgasm isn’t far away. The combination of June’s new glow, fucking her in her hole, and my upset inner balance all lead to one thing: an acceleration of my climax.
All too soon, the fire turns into an explosion until the volcano bubbling away inside of me erupts and my body fills with hot molten lava.
I shoot a massive load into June, and just as I’m finishing, I feel her body quiver and tense before she, too, erupts in her own orgasm.
Together, we collapse onto the black satin sheets.
The coolness of the material against our burning skin is a welcome relief.
“That…amazing…” is all she can manage to say.
Her eyes tell me she’s still riding her wave of pleasure. My fingers stroke her neck and back.
“Feeling okay?” I double check.
Her lips curl into a small smile. “Are you going to ask me that every five minutes?”
I shake my head.
“Good, because you’d drive me insane.”
“Not every five minutes,” I reply and lean toward her for a kiss. “Every five seconds.”
For a while, the world seems perfect.
There’s nothing else but June, the tiny baby, and me.
Chapter 22
June
Carter spreads my hair out beneath me, stroking and smiling down at me as our naked bodies lie intertwined.
“How about David?” he asks.
I scrunch my face up, trying to imagine it. David. David…
My hands run down my ribcage to my belly, stroking the flatness of my stomach. I’m already getting used to the idea of growing into my new baby momma figure. There’s a little life inside me, and I can’t wait to feel it get bigger.
But I don’t know that it’s called David.
“Can I tell you something crazy?” I ask, sucking my lower lip between my teeth.
I look up at him, watching the way he watches me. Like I’m his favorite television show, and my face is the first episode of a brand new season.
I kind of love it.
“You can tell me anything, June.” Carter dips his lips to my hair and lays a kiss on the chestnut waves. “I like listening to your voice.”
“I think…it’s a girl,” I confess.
I hold my breath in anticipation of what his response will be to that.
He leaves me hanging at first.
There’s a gleam in his eye that spreads to his lips as he curls them into a fantastically adorable grin.
He’s curious and contemplative of my testament. “You really think so?” His voice is high and squeaky with anticipation.
Glancing back down at my flat belly that will soon swell with life inside of it, I giggle.
“Yeah…I do think so.”
Carter sighs with luxurious contentment and places a warm hand on my stomach. He stretches out his fingers and fondly traces a caressing index finger around my belly button.
“If that’s true,
then she’ll be gorgeous—just like her mother.”
I blush and giggle, staring up at him. I pause to hike my hand up behind my head, propping myself up a few inches.
“I’m just saying…” I take his hand in mine and bring it to my lips, where I kiss each of his knuckles. “We need to think of both boy and girl names.”
Carter laughs, a sound that tinkles through the room and tickles my soul. He stretches and crosses his ankles. “Of course, my queen. We can think of little princess names, too.”
How the hell does he always know exactly what to say to make my heart do somersaults with desire inside my chest?
“I think Madelyn is pretty,” I offer.
I gaze dreamily out the window, imagining myself holding a brand new bundle of joy, all wrapped up in warm blankets. I can’t wait to inhale a deep sniff of delicious baby head scent.
“Madelyn.” Carter smiles as he lets the potential name melt on his tongue. “It sounds like a pretty girl’s name.”
“I know.” I grin with satisfaction and adjust my hips.
“How about Carter Jr. for a boy?” He grins wildly down at me, and I giggle.
“You’re kidding, right?”
He shrugs. “Maybe, maybe not.”
“We can think of something more creative. I want our son or daughter to be a unique individual.”
Carter takes my hand and plants a delicate kiss on its surface. “And they shall be, with us as their parents.”
I roll my eyes and toss a pillow at him playfully. “You’re overly confidant, you know that, right?”
He gestures to his face and body, elements that deliver a dream package to any girl. “When you look this good, you can get away with it.”
I laugh and roll over to lie on top of him and feel his cock hardening once again under my naked pussy.
There’s a moment where we gaze into each other’s eyes, full of sexual bliss and chemistry that makes the breath suspend in my lungs.
“You’re a handsome devil,” I whisper while keeping my eyes locked on his.
Just before I lean in to press my lips to his in a spark-igniting kiss, his phone starts ringing.
Begrudgingly, Carter groans and gently picks me up by my hips. He swivels me to a sitting position on the bed next to him.
