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JAMIE

I had seven heat waves, and he bred me during every single one.

The last morning of our journey looked a little bleak. I woke up alone on the bed, a damp towel under my ass. I knew immediately that the heat was over. The constant undercurrent of arousal I’d felt before was gone, replaced by a sense of satisfaction and a mellow sensation in my muscles.

I sat up and stroked my stomach. It looked a little swollen, but that must be due to the heat and breeding. It would get smaller again before it would grow for real.

Wow.

I was really pregnant.

With Mr. Hartley’s baby. With Morton’s baby.

Why was I smiling?

I petted the curve of my belly and cupped my pec with my other hand.

Was it weird that I saw myself as beautiful all of a sudden? My womb and pecs were full of life, and I liked it. I adored it.

The door squeaked, and I jerked as if I’d been caught with my hand in the cookie jar.

Mr. Hartley was carrying a tray.

“Morning, Jamie. Are you hungry?”

“Good morning. Yes, please. I just need to…” I gestured to the bathroom.

“Sure. I’ll get it ready.”

He set the tray on the nightstand and began tidying up the bed as I scrambled off and stumbled to the bathroom. I rushed through my morning routine, then put on my silk pajama pants and a long-sleeved T-shirt.

Morton waited for me on the made bed, breakfast ready by his side. I climbed on to join him carefully so I wouldn’t spill the coffee.

We ate breakfast like a picnic on the bed. We didn’t talk much, but I caught his gaze many times and each time he smiled at me.

I was gathering the courage to ask what had been niggling at me since I’d woken up.

“Morton,” I began.

He seemed to perk up at my use of his name. “Yes, darling?”

“We said many things during the heat, didn’t we?”

“Um. Yes.”

“That’s normal, right? You get aroused, and then your mouth just…” I made a nondescript gesture with my hand.

“Jamie, I meant everything I said. The final choice is yours. But I loved what we did, and I don’t regret anything. I still want you.”

If I had his kid, I’d be bound to him for the rest of my life one way or the other. Would he eventually use it against me? But I knew Morton wasn’t that kind of alpha. Right?

“And if I’m not ready to be a father yet… and take the emergency pill when we get to the city. Would you hate me for that?”

His face fell. He put the tray on the floor and gathered me into his arms.

“Of course not. You’re so young. You have your entire life in front of you. I’ll support your decision, whatever it’ll be.” He paused, his gaze roaming my features. “I love you, Jamie. Nothing will change that.”

I blinked. My eyes prickled with tears. Maybe it had been a little evil of me to ask him that, but I’d needed to be sure.

“I want to keep the baby.”

He grinned. “You sneaky thing!”

“Sorry. I just…”

“I know. I know. That was clever of you. Phew, I passed the test.”

I giggled as he kissed my cheek, then my nose. His obvious happiness made my heart beat faster. My life had changed irreversibly in just four days, but I was excited about my new future.

When he hugged me, we both felt how full my pecs had gotten. He carefully laid me on my back and proceeded to drink my milk until I was moaning shamelessly with each suck. Then he turned me around and licked my sore hole, bringing me to a sweet, mellow completion.

His neglected cock tented his pajama pants. Finally, I could take my time to explore.

“Take them off,” I told him.

I licked the gorgeous fat dick like a lollipop before sucking it into my throat. I prolonged it as much as I could. His thighs were shaking before I let him come. Then I stroked the base with both hands while sucking on his luscious cockhead and swallowing every little drop of his seed.

Pressing one last kiss to his slit, I glanced up. He looked dazed as he petted my hair.

“God, Jamie. That was amazing.”

Giddy with his praise, I climbed into his lap and kissed him. He must have tasted himself on my lips, yet he only kissed me more fiercely.

“I love you,” he mumbled against my lips. He didn’t wait for my reply before he kissed me again.

Did I feel the same already?

The feeling of contented fullness in my womb was telling me yes, I loved this man.

I’d been talking myself out of crushing on Mr. Hartley for years. Now the floodgates seemed to have opened, and I couldn’t get enough of him.

If I didn’t love him yet with my entire mind and soul, I would in no time.

It’d be like falling. I could just let it happen.