Page 158 of Pretend You Love Me

“Me too, but I know it’s the right decision.”

I kiss his cheek softly.

“I need to be here. I want to be here. I can work from anywhere. Being here is better for doing press than Alaska anyway. There’s nothing keeping me there. Everything I want is here.”

I blink a few times, and he continues, “I want to be with you, but I’m here for you whatever you want. I’m here for this baby. I don’t want to be a part time parent. I don’t want to be in a long distance relationship. Brooklyn, I want it all.”

His eyes are desperately scanning me, searching for clues to how I’m about to respond. I don’t keep him guessing. “I want it all too.”

“Thank god,” he mutters under his breath right before he kisses me. He snatches me into his arms and carries me into the bedroom. As he’s lifting my shirt over, I say, “You can take my bra off.”

He freezes. “Aren’t you sore?”

“It went away.”

He jerks his eyes to mine. “Really?”

“It went away, and guess what, I haven’t thrown up in two days.”

A smile grows on his face. He reaches behind me and unhooks my bra. When it falls in my lap, he says, “Jesus Christ.”

“You can touch them,” I whisper.

He lets out some sort of primal guttural sound that stirs something deep in my core and palms both of my breasts at the same time.

“Oh my god,” we both groan together. I’m so sensitive in the best way possible.

“Can I suck on them?”he asks.

“Yes, god yes.”

He takes one into his mouth, and I’m losing my mind. The room is spinning. I’m writhing my body around. He slides his hand between my thighs, and I shatter.

“Damn, woman,” he says when I come back down to earth.

“Oh. My. God.”

He laughs.

“That was an out of body experience.”

“For you and me both,” he says as he nuzzles his face between my breasts.

I laugh and say, “Let’s do it again.”

Chapter Forty-Five

Kip

I’m not sure I’m going to be able to keep up with her. I’ve never in my life thought that about a woman, but my entire body is sore from fucking her every which way yesterday. I made her stop at a gas station on the way to the doctor’s office, so I could get a Gatorade. I lost a lot of fluids.

She’s holding my hand so tight it’s cutting off the circulation as we wait in the doctor’s office. She starts laughing, and I look over at her.

“What?”

“We’ve really come full circle, haven’t we?”

I look at her quizzically. “What do you mean?”