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Haleigh shrieks, launching herself at me in a second, and I feel tears of happiness slide down my cheeks.

“AHHH, I knew it, I freaking knew it!” She bursts into tears, swiping them away.

“I’m so happy for you.” I can't believe I’m finally going to be an aunt!

” Then her head whips towards her brother.

“Jay! I can't believe you're gonna be a dad! You’re having a baby!”

Ryan stands grinning as he pulls Jaydon—who has the biggest smile on his face—into a firm hug, slapping him on the back. “Congrats, man. Welcome to the dad club. It’s about damn time! ”

Laughter and love swirl around us, my vision going blurry with unshed tears. This is the life I always wanted—needed.

Then Haleigh is right behind Ryan, pulling her brother into a hug. “I’m so excited! Have you told Mom and Dad yet?”

“No, we wanted to tell you guys first. We plan on telling them tomorrow at Sunday dinner,” he says, pulling me closer into his side. His arm wraps securely around me, his touch grounding me in this moment.

Sunday dinners are something that started shortly after Jaydon and I started dating.

His parents were so excited when we announced our engagement.

They invited us all over for dinner that Sunday.

Now, like a tradition, we go every Sunday—one big happy family—and I love the memories we are making together.

And now, in just six short months, we’ll get to include our little one in the mix as well.

Ryleigh runs over, patting her mom's stomach, mumbling, “Baby, baby.”

Jaydon chuckles, scooping her up into his lap as he sits down.

“No, sweet girl.” He bounces her on his knee, kissing her forehead, and my heart melts.

“Auntie Ellie has a baby in her belly. You're gonna have a little cousin to play with.” I sit down beside them, and he reaches over and places his hand on my stomach.

His gentle touch grounds me in the moment, making this all so real .

I cut my eyes back to Haleigh, but she now has the biggest grin on her face, biting her lip, like she’s about to burst. “Actually, Jay…” She glances at Jaydon, then her eyes meet mine.

A squeal slips past my lips as I jump up, “Shut the fu—Shit, I mean shoot… Dammit!” I blurt, because I know what she’s about to say.

Ryan throws his head back laughing, “Little ears.” He yells, but I can’t help it. I’m too excited to fully process his words.

Then Haleigh finishes, nodding, “We’re pregnant again.”

The second the words leave her mouth, we both burst into tears, launching ourselves at each other, overjoyed with happiness.

My bestie and me.

Pregnant together.

We've been through so much together, from heartbreak to healing, and now we get to enjoy this new journey together. She’s been there with me through it all, and I love that we get to do this life with the best men by our sides.

“Damn, Ryan, you would think by the way they are acting, that we had nothing to do with this.” Jaydon jokes, and our tearful embrace quickly turns into laughter because he’s right; we totally left them out on that one .

Ryan chuckles, “Alright, come on, ladies, it's about time we head home. I’m beat from today.” He reaches down, picking up Ryleigh, and sits her on his hip.

Jaydon and I stand on the deck stairs, waving goodbye as we watch Haleigh and Ryan disappear across the dark field.

Only their headlights and the full moon shine in the night.

As soon as their taillights dip beyond view, down the hill, Jaydon’s hand runs down over my ass, squeezing possessively, before trailing even further down to the hem of my dress.

My entire body shivers as I glance up at him, catching the wicked smirk tugging at his lips.

“What are you up to?” My voice teases, knowing full well he's up to something.

His eyes darken before he leans down, capturing my lower lip between his teeth, sucking gently before speaking, “I think someone needs to be punished for their actions earlier tonight.”

His hand slowly dips beneath my dress, gliding up the back of my thigh .

“Jay,” his name escapes my lips as I bite down on my lower lip.

Goosebumps spread across my skin from his heated touch in the cool night air.

He tips my head back. His warm lips tease across the sensitive skin just below my ear.

He murmurs, his voice low and thick with desire, “Tell me, Peachy… is my wife dripping for me?” A delicious shudder runs through my body when he bites hard enough, barely causing pain, “is this pussy soaked for me, desperate for me to fill it with my cum?”

The moan that slips from my throat is unintentional. He puts me under his spell, talking dirty to me, like usual.

“I guess you’ll have to find out for yourself.” I tease, my words coming out like a whisper.

The corner of his lips tugs up in a smirk with fire in his eyes.

Walking me backwards, his lips claim mine with deep, open-mouthed kisses.

The coolness of the glass door presses into my back as he growls against my lips.

“I think it’s time for you to take your sweet ass inside and show me exactly what I’ve been missing all fucking day. ”

I chuckle, teasing, “You already had me today.”

I’m intoxicated by him. I’ve been horny as hell, and he fulfilled all my needs this morning before we ever got out of bed.

But I still need him.

Always .

His hands tighten against my hips. “Baby, it’s not enough.” He kisses my lips once more, releasing a shaky breath, his forehead resting against mine for only a second before he trails kisses down along my jaw. “It’s never fucking enough, Peachy. I can never get enough of your sweet fucking pussy.”

His hand finds the door handle behind me, and he steps me backwards inside before slamming it shut with his foot, his lips never far from my skin.

I can hear the ache in his voice when he speaks, “I crave your sexy body—every day, all damn day long. I will never get enough of you. We could live ten lifetimes, and I would still never get enough of you, Baby.”

He pins me up against the granite island, and the cool stone sears into my overheated skin.

“Mmm, Jay… my pussy’s throbbing for you. I need your mouth on my clit.”

His groin presses further against me as a deep, guttural moan rumbles in his chest. “Motherfucker,” he hisses against my lips, “you’re gonna make me come in my jeans like a fucking teenage boy, saying shit like that.”

I giggle, remembering the one night I teased him through his sweats until he lost all control. I had edged him to his breaking point. I love it… I still love messing with him.

And by the hunger in his eyes, I already know he's about to ruin me in the best possible way.

His lips crash against mine as he lifts me effortlessly onto the counter, his body between my thighs.

My stomach flutters when I watch him tug at the back of his shirt and pull it from his body in the sexiest move.

I watch his muscles flex and his abs ripple with the movement, making me ache for him that much more.

Seeing those veins in his arms still turns me on like nothing else.

He rubs his fingertips along my inner thigh. “Open those thighs. Show me what’s mine. Show me that pretty pink pussy… how it glistens in the light for me. Show me that you want me just as bad as I want you, Peachy.”

I lean back on both elbows, shaky breaths escaping me. I can't seem to get enough air. His words are like a spell, and I follow every command. Slowly spreading my thighs, his gaze drops between us, darkening with hunger.

“Fuck,” he breathes out the word like a prayer.

His hands trail up my inner thighs, slowly, driving me insane. Igniting a fire in their path. I can practically feel myself leaking, my pussy begging for him, needing him to fill it.

Then his finger slips beneath my thong .

Jaydon

My finger slips beneath the delicate lace of her favorite thong—the pair that I've come to love just as much as she does. I’ll have to buy her another pair, because I’m about to destroy these.

The thin fabric snaps easily under the tension as I rip them from her body, shoving the ruined scrap into my pocket.

She doesn’t say a word, though; only soft, needy moans escape her lips as her back arches off the counter, desperate. And I know she's just as far gone as I am, needing release, lost in the heat.

She’s so fucking sexy spread out before me on the kitchen counter, her soft, supple thighs leading me straight to heaven, while her tight little slit drips for me all over the cold granite.

My control slips, and I can’t wait any longer.

I swipe my finger through her wetness, dragging the moisture up and over her swollen clit. Rubbing circles around and around, teasing, working her up the way I know she loves so much.

“Oh god, Jay, keep doing that.” She whimpers, her fingers gripping the counter's edge. “Feels so fucking good. I need you in me.”

My cock is hard as fucking stone, straining against my jeans as she begs me to fill her, moisture leaks from my tip, aching to be buried deep inside her wetness. But my throbbing dick will have to wait, because I need my lips on her sweet cunt.

“You’re gonna have me, Baby,” my strained voice laced thick with need. “But not until I taste this sweet pussy first.”

Slipping two fingers inside her tight pussy, I groan at the way she clenches around me, so fucking warm and tight. I watch—feeling myself growing harder as her slick juices leak out, dripping around my fingers.

My lips quickly find her clit, pressing a lingering kiss before I massage her swollen bud with my tongue. Her soft whimpers fill the room as I slowly lick down her soaked slit. Flattening my tongue, I stroke it up once again, getting my fill of her sweetness.

The taste of her is the best fucking flavor.

She's still my favorite peach.

I feel her muscles tighten around my fingers when I push them back in.

Her thighs tremble as she tortures me with sweet moans.

I know she's close, but I don’t want her to fall just yet.

So, I pull back, only massaging her inside with slow, delicious fucking torture, bringing her close then back down.

My fingers drip with her sweet honey. Her sweet smell is all over my lips and face, I’d wear it all fucking day if I could.

I’ve had all the torture I can take. I rip my zipper down and pull out my cock; it bobs thick and heavy, unable to control myself as precum already leaks from the swollen head.

“I’m so close.” Her eyes are wild with need. She pants and begs. “Need you inside me, Jay. Let me come on your dick.”

And that single plea is my fucking undoing.

When my sexy-ass wife begs to come on my dick, I obey like the whipped motherfucker I am. But I don’t give a fuck, because she’s all mine and every bit of me belongs to her.

I line myself up and sink in.

Fuck—

My head tilts to the ceiling, and my mouth goes wide.

I can’t fucking breathe.

She fits me like a fucking glove; her body was made for mine. I freeze, unable to move, because if I do, it’s game over.

I need a second to calm down.

Pull it together, man.

But her pussy is too good, so warm and dripping, and I can’t help it. I begin to move in her, her pussy is so swollen and fucking wet around me. I take my time working her; each stroke pulls a moan from her full lips, while I bite back mine. I sink into her tight slit over and over.

Until I know, I can no longer hold out.

I pound into her.

Rough .

Deep.

And so fucking relentless.

My heated body drips with sweat as I drive her closer and closer to the edge. I reach between us, my thumb finding her throbbing clit in the slick mess we’ve made together, I continue… gently rubbing circles until she screams out.

Shattering.

Falling apart around my dick.

And it’s officially game over.

Heat builds in my lower spine as her pussy spasms around me. I slam into her one last time.

I still.

Losing myself.

I explode inside her, filling her with every drop I have in me.

She's completely spent, her skin flushed, with our bodies still tangled in the aftermath. Her heavy breathing matches mine. I pull her close, her breath is warm against my neck as I cradle her in my arms, still connected in every way possible.

Aftershocks of her orgasm are still pulsing around my shaft when my lips connect with hers.

I brush a strand of her messy hair away from her face, my lips pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. “I love you so much,” I murmur, while my fingers get lost in her hair and pull her body as close as I possibly can .

She tilts her head back with a sated smile, and her lips brush mine in the softest kiss. “I love you, too.” She says in the sweetest voice.

I nibble her lower lip, stealing another taste. My voice is rough with emotion as I whisper against her lips. “I was only ever yours, Peachy.”

Her eyes shine with so much passion when they connect with mine. “And I was only ever yours, Jay.”