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Then she slows her pace and starts rolling her hips, grinding. “You make me feel like I can’t get enough. I want you inside me all the time. Your dick was made for me, Arch.”

“All for you, Em. It’s all yours. Now come for me. I want to feel you soak my cock.” I move one hand between us and circle her clit with my thumb, and she gasps. “ That’s it, baby.”

My hand still on the back of her neck, I pull her in, and I kiss, lick, suck on her neck as she starts to come. I can’t hold back anymore. I push up into her as deep as I can, and I feel my cum shoot into her hot, tight pussy.

Once we’ve both stopped coming, she pulls back and smiles at me. “Thank you for my jersey.”

“You’re welcome, darlin’. It looks good on you. Especially when you’re riding me.”

She smiles and lifts off my dick, and when I look down, I see my cum dripping out. I hold her still and take two fingers and push it back inside of her.

“Arch, I’m already pregnant.” She smiles.

“I know, but I want to stay inside you as long as I can.” I wink at her, then bring my fingers to her lips. “Open.” Her mouth opens, but she takes my hand in hers and licks my fingers clean. “That’s fucking hot, darlin’. You need to do that again sometime.” I grab her hand and pull her in for one more kiss.

She smiles when we stop kissing and moves back to her chair. Pulling the hem down past her ass, she sits.

“Worried about leaving little Archies on the chair?”

“The little Archies are all mine.” She winks at me.

“Damn straight. Now eat. My baby needs food.”

“Okay, okay. This all looks really good. Thank you for making me breakfast.”

“Anytime, baby.”

“Oh, so tell me about how the present exchange went last night? What did you get?” she asks.

I chuckle. “Well, funny enough, Casey got my name and bought me a box of condoms.”

“You’re kidding! It’s kind of funny though.” She takes a bite of her fruit.

“I mean, yeah, it is. But I can’t lie. It’s getting harder not to tell them about you and the baby. I’m with them all the time, and they’re my best friends. I mean, Liam knows, but it’s not like I can talk to him about it. We’re either at practice with everyone or someone is always home.”

“Sorry, Archie. I know I’m asking a lot to keep it quiet, and we really won’t be able to for much longer. I guess I’ve just been putting off how to manage my scholarship and figuring outwhat my choices are going to be once my coach finds out I’m pregnant.”

“I know, and I get it. But I’m crazy about you, and every day that I look at you and I see your belly growing, I want everyone to know you and that baby are mine. You’re gonna need to figure out how to tell your coach soon, Em. Your season starts up right after break.”

She nods and pulls in a deep breath, then blows it out. “I know. Let’s just get through the holidays and your game, and then we can figure out what to do from there, I guess.”

“Okay. We can do that.”

“Wait, before I forget to give it to you, let me go get your gift.”

She pushes away from the table and walks down the hall to her room. Seconds later, she comes out, holding a small box.

“Thank you, darlin. You didn’t have to get me anything though.” I take the box from her hands.

“Well, actually, it’s kind of perfect, so just open it.” She sits back down in her seat and takes a sip of her juice.

“Okay, here we go.” I rip off the red-and-white striped wrapping paper and let it fall to the floor. I lift the lid and see a white bundle with a small number sixty-nine and my last name above it. I pull it out of the box, and it unrolls. “Holy shit, this is cute. Is this one of those baby T-shirts?”

Emma snorts out a laugh. “It’s called a onesie. I saw something on Instagram the other day, and it was a couple doing a gender reveal with a similar concept. I just thought it was cute, and then the idea of making it a little jersey hit me, and I thought you might like it.”

“Baby, I don’t like it; I love it. After he or she is born, you can both wear your jerseys together.” I set it down on the table. “Thank you. It’s perfect.”

“You’re welcome. I’m glad you like it. How funny that we both got jerseys though?” She picks up her fork and takes a spear of melon.