Page 62 of Falling for the Orc All-Star

“Seven weeks. I thought I had spotting. I didn’t know the little one was hurting.” Marina’s voice dips into the coo of a lullaby, and I know she’s speaking to her belly. I can picture how her gorgeous face must be glowing.

She and Kev won’t be alone anymore.

Kevin answers as Marina’s voice trails off into some ancient Slavic language, something like a cooing lullaby. “Rusalkas are always females. We’re not sure about half-rusalkas, but Marina is almost positive it’s a girl. I’m a girl dad. Oh, God. Man, I’m going to be a dad. We have to call my parents. Oh, keep him in that pool, Ingrid, and remind King to do his heel lifts and thigh clenches. Bye!”

With that, he hangs up, and King and I stare at each other.

“Clench your thighs,” I deadpan.

A wicked gleam suddenly sparks in King’s eyes. “How about I make you clench yours?”

“King! We’re in a public place.” Relief washes through me. My friend isn’t dying. She’s not even sick. She’s going to have a baby. Her family is getting bigger. At least, I hope so.

“She’s going to be okay, right?” King slips back into the water and holds out his hand for me to join him.

“It’s usually a good outcome.”

“So, we should celebrate before we make dinner for them?”

“We’re still in a public place.”

“It’s not public right now. Lock the door and jump in here with me,” King urges. “I need a hug. That was scary.”

“It was.” I put a hand to my heart. “I don’t have a swimsuit. The therapists have some trunks and workout clothes for patients, but—”

A pair of wet green shorts lands at my feet. “I don’t have a swimsuit, either.”

“You’re going to get us in so much trouble.”

“I promise I’ll keep my hands to myself.”

With a groan, I kick off my shoes. I don’t believe him for a second.

Idon’t touch Ingrid until she begs me. I sit on the steps of the warm, rippling therapy pool and put her on my good knee, the other leg out straight as she rocks her mound on me. “I could help?” I whisper.

“If I get fired...”

“I’ll take care of you until you get a new job.” My hands take that as a yes. First, they glide up her curves, slipping over the soft, slight rolls that lead from her hips to her breasts. My fingers sink into the pillowy thickness and latch onto her nipples as she groans, grinding herself against my knee.

One of her hands reaches back, and Ingrid finds my cock. It’s not difficult, being fully erect for her, practically leaping into her hand.

Ingrid turns, takes charge, grabbing my head and fitting our mouths together as her hot, soaking pussy moves from my knee to my thigh, and my fingers plunge into her.

“I want you in me,” she whispers between her mauling kisses.

“I want to fill you. All the way. Do you want that?” I ask, leading her to the edge.

“I want that. Want every drop of you.” Her hand finds my knot and grips it.

“Stop, or I’ll come.”

“I’m going to drain the pool and run the sanitizing cycle. We do it after every patient anyway.” She strokes me harder, moving again, straddling my hips, letting her sweet, soft mound kiss my crown.

I look up at her, mouth wrapping around a nipple, sucking in as much of the wet, crinkled skin around it as I can, fingers on her clit as her slipperiness soaks my cock and fingers.

“Like that?” I ask, losing track of everything but her and the urge to bury myself inside.

“Love it.”