Page 35 of A Vegas Crush Collection #3
“You’d have done what? Grant, condoms break sometimes. And you had no reason to think we should worry. You went full disclosure by telling me it broke in the first place. It’s not your fault.”
“I thought it was me. She just never really tried at all. Now this feels like a bigger betrayal than when she cheated on me.”
“Look here.” Devon reaches out and takes my hand in hers.
“We’re both better for being away from our exes.
They had their own agendas, and those agendas didn’t really include us.
We’re free of all that now, and we found each other.
We have two precious babies on the way. I think we both ended up right where we were always meant to be. ”
I want to be able to tell her that nothing else matters to me because she’s totally right.
Margot is my past; Devon and the twins are my future.
But today has done a number on me. “Everyone knows about us, Dev. They think I’m some gross guy in a position of power who sluts around impregnating the staff. ”
“How does everyone know?”
“Best I can gather, your friend Gia told Mikhail, who told someone else, and so on. Margot called to tell me even she’d heard the rumor. In Canada.”
“Oh.” Devon’s expression goes dark for a moment before she takes a steadying breath and sits up.
“Well, people were going to find out somehow. I mean, we weren’t subtle that one night after class.
Evan already knew, and his wife Holly. Which probably means Pam and Georg knew, and so probably Tyler and Zoya knew.
It just works like that. And I’m not embarrassed.
I care about you. You care about me. So the gossipers can just fuck off about it.
It doesn’t matter what others know or even what they think they know. ”
“You’re right.” I agree with her, but I’m not ready to shake my mood just yet.
Devon, sensing this, crawls to the floor, on her knees, in between my legs.
She runs her hands up and down my thighs, up inside one leg of my athletic shorts.
A devilish grin on her face, she teases my balls with her fingernails, my cock surging in response to what she’s doing to me.
“Listen, Mr. Crankypants, no one said this was going to be easy. But I’m here cooking your babies. And we’re together. So quit being so emo.”
I tilt my head and try not to smile. “Emo? Seriously?”
“I just call it like I see it, but you know what always makes cranky boys feel better?”
She’s got her hand wrapped around the shaft now, stroking me as I close my eyes, getting lost in her touch.
She pulls my shorts down, exposing me, touching me until I can hardly stand it.
But when I move to kiss her, she shakes her head, still grinning.
Her eyebrows quirk mischievously as she dips her head, taking me into her mouth, licking and sucking at the head of my cock. It’s a total tease but a good one.
I groan, needing more, and she responds, taking me deeper, deeper, her hand cupping my balls as she sucks. I’m mesmerized, watching her. It’s so sexy. I want to tell her, but I’m struck dumb, unable to speak any words. I couldn’t even say my own name right now.
I’ve never seen such a sensual display—one I know she’s putting on just to make me feel better. My mind flits from this amazing woman in front of me back to the frustrations of the day. As if she can read into my mind, Devon stops what she’s doing and pulls her mouth off my cock. Busted.
“I’m sorry—”
“Guess I’ll just have to try harder.” She smirks and makes a show of stripping off her shirt, slowly pulling it up over her head before freeing her gorgeous tits from the confines of her bra.
I groan at the sight of her, so perfect, her belly with its small swell of our babies growing within, her breasts getting heavier as she goes further into her pregnancy.
“There we go,” she says smugly, returning to her project, taking my cock in her hands as she licks from tip to base, her sexy bedroom eyes never leaving mine.
When she sucks me all the way down to the back of her throat, I’m so lost to the erotic sight of her taking my cock and the release I’m about to spill down her throat.
When I come in her mouth in the next two seconds, I erupt violently.
Shuddering into her, the pleasure is unimaginably good, rolling through my body to the beat of the sexy sounds she makes while swallowing down every last drop.
Fuck me.
I can’t believe this beautiful, amazing, loving woman is mine.
When she crawls onto my lap, my hands on her bare back, her head on my shoulder, she whispers, “Still thinking about Margot?”
I laugh out loud. “Margot who?” I vow to never say her name again.
We settle on our sides, spooning on the couch, my hand resting on her bare belly. I press a kiss into the crook of her neck, on the edge of her shoulder, the shell of her ear…until she’s softly moaning, turning toward me, offering her lips for more.
“Devon,” I tell her between kisses, “I love you. I’m so in love with you. You’re the best puck luck that’s ever happened to me and I just need you to know, right now, this second, just how much I love you.”
Her breath catches, and she whispers, “That was some puck luck indeed, my love. One really, super-lucky, one-night puc—”
I cut her off with a deep kiss, slipping a hand down into her leggings, finding her warm and wet and ready for me.
She grinds against my hand, seeking more of the friction of my touch.
Twisting toward me even more, she offers up her own passionate kisses in a rhythm with my fingers stroking so very deeply inside her.
The pregnancy hormones make her so responsive these days that I have her coming on my fingers in less than a minute.
The soft cries of her climax purposefully stolen with endless, possessive kisses by me.
Given the chance, I’ll always steal kisses from her because I will never have enough of them.
Wrapped up in one another, half naked and sated, she captures my face in her hands, forcing me to look at her.
“My turn,” she says with another kiss. “Grantham Gerard, you beautiful, amazing man, I’m so in love with you.
You’re everything I could ever want in a partner to love me, to be the best father ever to our children, to make a life with.
I never stood a chance from falling in love with you.
You had me from the very first moment, in all honesty, when you walked over to talk to me in that hotel bar.
You were my lucky puck that night. So very, very lucky. ”
All thoughts of the past slip away and just disappear, replaced by the joy of knowing that this woman loves me.
She’s smart, talented, gorgeous, and so very loving, and I know she’ll be the best mother on earth to the precious little humans we made together.
She’s exactly what I want and everything I never knew I needed. But most of all, she loves me.
“This may sound too soon, but I’ve been thinking.
I have space here. Three bedrooms. We could turn one into a nursery.
Save the other for a home office for you.
I know it’s not a forever home, but we could all live here together to start out while we settle into parenthood and figure out where we want to live… ”
I trail off my rushed, rambling invitation to move in here with me as Devon’s eyes go wide. I think I’ve made a mistake and scared her away, but then she’s right back to touching my face, forcing me to focus on her beautiful brown eyes. “That’s better, my love. Are you worried I’ll say no?”
“I know it’s fast, but please don’t say no.” I’m pretty sure I sound desperate as fuck, but who am I kidding? I am desperate. For her. Always, I’ll need her. “I’ll beg if it helps my case.”
“It’s all been fast, Grant,” she says, still touching my face, caressing back and forth across my cheek with her thumb.
“No need for begging though, because I love you. I didn’t consider myself lonely until I met you.
In fact, I quite liked my single life, being able to run when I like, eat what I want.
And although those things were great, I’ve felt this sense of loss…
or missing something since, especially after meeting you.
The idea of coming home every day to you, or with you, makes me so happy.
I really just like being with you as a person, Grant, and I honestly can see myself here with you.
Thank you.” She puts my hand on her belly.
“These babies love you too. Of course, we want to live with you.”