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Marie

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J ames has been staying with us for a few weeks now. It’s been an easy adjustment, so far. He’s up at the crack of dawn, already has fruit chopped up for me and coffee that he made for himself. He drives me to the rink on the days that I work when he’s not playing, and even home after practice.

I have the girls drive me for the home games, and we still watch on the edge of our seats on our couch during every away game.

I feel bad that the twenty-seven-year-old, millionaire jackass is sleeping on the couch, but if I invite him to my bed, there’s no way I would get any sleep.

One, I would be freaking out about accidentally talking in my sleep, or two, attacking him when I’m too horny to breathe.

Or snuggling up against him and trapping him under my heavy belly and he would never be able to leave the bed again.

Really, it’s a struggle, and I have these thoughts almost every night. Plus, he would barely be able to sleep with how often I get up in the middle of the night to sip water, go pee, or eat some crackers when I feel like I’m starving.

There are some days where I can barely eat, and others where I can’t stop the cravings. Good thing the girls love to drive and enjoy cracking up about my late-night nonsense. The freezer is now filled with all sorts of goodies for me to choose from at two in the morning.

At least James sleeps through that shit as he snores on the couch or the pull-out when he’s not too tired to set it up.

We’ve fallen right back into our old lives, our old routines. We fall asleep on the couch almost every night he’s home, and I wake up alone in my own bed the next morning. We have the team over pretty consistently, and he goes out with them after their home games.

We talk about everything and nothing, cuddle as if we’re still teenagers just trying to figure out our lives.

My heart hurts.

I’ve always been so damn in love with this man and after everything we’ve been through, I should know better by now. He sees me as more of a sister.

I’m at home, curled up on the couch when he walks in around noon. They had away games the past few nights, so I had a few days off. We’ve been texting and having late-night talks every night he’s been gone.

The sound of his deep, gravelly voice putting me to sleep, or me hanging up on him so that I can get myself off with my handy dandy sex toys.

He winks at me as he drops his bag in the hallway and strolls right up to me. His clothes are wrinkled and he looks absolutely exhausted.

Fuck, I missed him, and he looks so damn hot with his scruff growing out, his blonde hair in a disarray as if he just woke up.

“I could barely sleep while I was away,” he groans as he collapses down beside me and throws an arm around my shoulders.

I blush when he looks down at me and smirks, as if he knows exactly what I’m thinking.

But he doesn’t. He never will. “Nolan and Landon invited themselves over for dinner tonight, if that’s okay?

They promised to take care of the shopping, the cooking, and the cleaning. ”

I shrug and glance away from him, wishing I could slide my fingers through his grown-out blonde hair. “Sure. Why don’t you head into my room for a nap? I’m too comfortable to move and want to know what the hell is happening in this show.”

He pouts at me and pulls me in closer against his warm, hard body. I glance out the window over his shoulder and frown at the falling snow coming down heavily. The damn snow has been steadily coming down these last few days. I’ve been a nervous wreck about the girls out driving in that.

“Come nap with me?”

I freeze and blink into his bright, sky-blue eyes. “What?”

He shrugs and helps me stand, bending down to grab his bag before pulling me to my bedroom at the end of the hall. “I just want a nap. Your breathing always lulled me to sleep.”

I roll my eyes and slowly crawl into bed, groaning as I roll my heavy body over, panting for breath. “I probably snore with all of this weight pressing up into my lungs. Are you sure you’ll be able to sleep?”

He sends me a look and pulls off his clothes, leaving him in just his tight boxers, where I can see the outline of everything. I hold my breath. Oh my hell. Why is he doing this to me?

I haven’t been with many men, but the men I have been with have been… blessed.

Landon has the girth, while Nolan has the length… I even had a quick fling with Logan several years ago, and that boy is packing heat.

But James? All of the above. We were more than tipsy that night last year.

But I still remember his slick, hot body rocking against mine.

The feel of his lips sucking on my neck, his fingers delving into my slick lips and pressing against my clit.

How he rolled his hips and hit me so deep that I saw stars.

He has a beautiful dick and definitely knows how to use it.

I will never forget that night, and not just because I’m going to have his babies in a few months, but because it was so damn magical, that I think it’s going to be imprinted in my brain for the decades to come. Best sex of my life.

Shit. Now I can’t get it out of my head.

I groan and James turns over to narrow his eyes at me.

“What’s wrong? Are the babies okay? You’re breathing strangely. Do you need to sit up?”

I clear my throat and feel my face heating up. I lick my lips and turn to stare at the wall. “Nothing.” I croak and pull another pillow down to shove in between my legs. I need the support for my hips. Right. More like pressure on my poor clit to make it stop throbbing.

He hums and drags me closer, conforming me against his naked torso. “You can tell me anything, M. Does your back hurt? Your hips? I can give you a massage?”

I blink up at him and chew on my lip, shaking my head. “They always hurt.”

He smirks at me as he helps move pillows under my belly and hips, arranging me so that he can massage most of my back while on the bed. It’s not like I can lay on my stomach.

“Just relax.” I hear him rooting through my nightstand and I immediately tense up. I hear his deep chuckle before I hear the plastic lid of my lube open up. “I figured this would be better than lotion, I was taking a guess. That’s some nice shit you got in there.”

I clear my throat. “A guess about what?”

He hums and I moan out loud when he presses his fingers into my lower back under my t-shirt. “That you would have some fun shit in your room.”

I stay silent, well, mostly silent, as he digs deeper and harder into the knots and sore tissue and muscles along my spine, hips, and lower back. This feels like fucking heaven.

He moves his fingers around my waist, digging into my pelvis and hips, so fucking close to where I’m needy, throbbing. What the hell is happening right now? Am I dreaming?

I bite down on my lip as he rolls his fingers, they’re slick and wet from the lube and I’m panting for breath. “Are you doing okay?”

I sigh and nod, trying to calm my breathing. “Yep.”

He laughs and removes his hands from my body, I hear him adding more lube onto his fingers.

I’m about to fucking orgasm without him even touching me intimately.

“Mhm,” he murmurs and he starts all over again, going slower and deeper.

He massages under my belly, closer to my pelvis and I hold my breath, not wanting to make a damn sound to let him know how I’m feeling. “Your skin is so smooth, so warm.”

I roll my eyes under my eyelids tensing when he moves the tips of his fingers under my shorts, reaching the top of my mound.

He blows out a slow breath and I hold mine. I can feel my heart beating in my throat. Is this really happening?

“I’ve read that pregnant women are… sensitive. Horny.”

I laugh breathlessly and nod. “Yeah… all the time. I imagine this is how a sixteen-year-old boy feels. There’s always so much pressure…”

He grunts and leans over me, placing his face in front of mine, searching my eyes. Blue to brown. “I… I have no idea how to ask this… Can we help each other out?”

I furrow my brows and stare into his darkening eyes, searching his, in turn, for answers. He seems desperate, afraid of my answer.

“Look… we’re best friends. More than that.

I’m horny, you’re horny… Soon you’re going to have two screaming babies in the house and probably curse all men out of your life forever.

I don’t think I’ll ever date again. Feeling your skin against mine, listening to your breathy moans, the sounds you’re making.

Knowing how hot and bothered, and hopefully wet you are.

It’s giving me flashbacks of the wet dreams I used to have about you as a teenager and it’s driving me fucking crazy. ”

I pant and close my eyes. Jesus, just his words have me throbbing.

“I know it’s probably out of left field, or awkward… but…”

“Yes.” Hell, I don’t even need to think about it. It’s not like we haven’t done it before, whether he remembers or not.

Is this a mistake? Most likely. I should probably change my middle name to Mistake.

But… gosh, I’ve been craving someone else’s touch for months. Especially his.

My toys haven’t been doing their job very well and my hormones are insane, plus he was the one to ask.

He grunts and rolls away, I hear fabric hitting the floor before he helps guide me onto my back, removing all of my clothes, so damn slowly. My robe flies behind his shoulders. My shirt is ripped over my head.

His eyes light up like it’s Christmas morning when my breasts bounce out of the maternity bra he basically tears off of my body. He stares down at my stomach with a soft smile, leaning down to kiss the stretched out, swollen skin.

He moves his gaze down to my dripping pussy, slowly peeling down my shorts and underwear, that feel like they were plastered onto me.