Page 44 of Pretty Desperate (Pine Village #6)

KAMERON

“ Y ou’re…what?”

I swear I must have heard her wrong. No way was I telling her I regret not settling down, getting married, and having kids…and she’s pregnant? Carrying my baby? I’m going to be a father?

And here I thought that ship had sailed.

“I’m pregnant,” she whispers, smiling through the tears. “I know it’s unexpected, Kameron.”

I move, pulling her farther into my embrace and crashing her chest against mine.

Considering she’s sitting across me, it does make the hug rather awkward, but I don’t care.

Then, I find her lips with my own, and it’s not a gentle kiss.

It’s full of everything I feel for this woman all wrapped in one big excited bow.

“I can’t believe this,” I mutter against her mouth. “You’re really pregnant?”

She nods, her face sobering. “I found out Sunday,” she confesses, but quickly adds, “but I swear I was going to tell you. I just, I don’t know, needed time.

Time to process everything. When Blair told me the test was positive, I was so overwhelmed.

She suggested I take some time to let it sink in.

I knew I wanted this baby, but I…well, I wasn’t sure what you wanted. ”

Linking my fingers with hers, I give them a gentle squeeze and rest our hands on her thigh. “I want this baby. I want to be a part of his or her life. I want to be a part of your life.”

She seems to relax with relief right then and there but worries her bottom lip with her teeth. “We haven’t been together very long, and even then, it was fake.” That last word comes out a whisper.

“I can’t change how we started, but I can promise you I’ll do everything in my power to show you how much you mean to me every day moving forward.”

I’m rewarded with a brief smile before she moves, straddling my lap and threading her fingers into my hair. Cupping her ass, I pull her against me, my erection hard and ready between us. I claim her mouth, reveling in the way she fits so perfectly to me, like a puzzle piece.

Her fingers start pulling at my shirt, and I rip my mouth from hers only long enough to help her remove the offending top. The touch of her fingertips against my chest sears me, branding me forever. I’ll always feel them, see them. It’s as if she’s part of me.

Jillian rocks her hips against my erection, sending bolts of lust straight to my groin. My balls already tingle, ache for release. It’s been too long since I’ve held her, touched her, been inside her pussy, and it’s all I can think about.

Making her mine.

Forever.

She grabs the hem of her shirt and lifts it up and over her head, throwing it behind her.

Her glorious tits seem to be overflowing from her bra, fuller and rounder than before.

Looking down, she seems to notice where my attention is focused and says, “These things seem to have their own zip codes lately.”

Leaning forward, I brush my lips across the swell of her right breast, followed by the left. “I don’t think I mind,” I murmur, gently pulling her bra down and exposing one rosy nipple.

My lips wrap around it and before I can even draw it into my mouth, she cries out and grinds down on me, hard. “Holy shit,” she murmurs. “They’re so sensitive and…oh God,” she whimpers as I run my tongue around the outside and suck it hard between my lips.

“Sensitive and bigger,” I add unnecessarily.

“Yes,” she murmurs softly. “And tender. Don’t be too rough.”

My cock twitches between us. I’d never do anything to hurt her or cause her discomfort, but I do like the idea of watching her squirm beneath my touch. I’ll just make sure not to push it too far and cause her pain.

Everything else happens quickly. She jumps up and strips off the rest of her clothes, and I try to do the same.

Except, I’m only able to get my pants and boxer briefs around my ankles before she’s climbing back on me, her naked body covering mine.

My cock is ready, oozing precum like it hasn’t seen a naked woman in years.

I reach up, taking her jaw in my palm and brushing my thumb over her bottom lip. “You sure?”

“That’s the wrong question, Kam,” she replies, rising up and grabbing a hold of my dick. “You should be asking me how quickly I can put this inside my body.”

And then she lowers herself onto me, taking me all the way to the root in one long, slow motion. We both groan and something hits me. “Shit, Jilly, I’m not wearing anything.”

She pauses her movements and meets my gaze. “Kinda late for that now, isn’t it?”

I can’t help but grin at her quip, but then she flexes her internal muscles, and I see stars. “Fuck, don’t do that,” I insist on a hiss.

“This?” she asks, squeezing my cock once more. I almost lose it right then and there. My hips flex upward, even though I’m already buried to the hilt. The friction is fucking glorious.

“Yes, that,” I retort through gritted teeth. In my head, I start counting backward from twenty.

“I’m clean, Kam,” she says softly, “and I’m pretty sure you are too.”

“I am.”

Seventeen, sixteen, fifteen…

“Then, since we’re both clean and we don’t need condoms to prevent pregnancy, I think we’re okay.”

I meet her gaze, mentally stopping my count. My hands are cupping her ass, and I lean forward enough to take her lips with my own. The kiss is chaste, but still full of meaning and intent. “We’re okay.”

With that, she lifts herself off my cock and slowly sinks back down, and all I can do is hang on for the ride.

Sex with Jillian has always been spectacular, but removing the protective barrier between us is out of this world.

Like hitting the game winning grand slam in game seven of the World Series or catching the perfect spiral football to win the Super Bowl.

Except, this is better…

Her pace starts to pick up a bit, and all I can do is hang on and enjoy the show. Her perfect tits bounce, begging for my mouth, so when I move forward and claim one nipple between my teeth, I make sure to do it gingerly.

“Oh God,” she moans in pleasure, rocking her hips and gyrating against me. “Do that again.”

So, of course, I do. I take the other nipple in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it before gently biting down just a bit.

She cries out and shivers. I shift my hands beneath her ass and help her move. When she lifts, I thrust up, filling her tight pussy over and over again. Her internal muscles start to squeeze, and I know I won’t be able to hang on much longer.

Jillian rolls her hips and grinds her clit against my pubis, sending her over the edge. She comes hard, milking my cock for everything I have and triggering my own release. “Fuck,” I groan as pleasure rips through me like a tidal wave. It consumes me, makes it hard to breathe.

My body moves on its own, pumping up into her and chasing every ounce of bliss I can get.

She collapses against my chest, and I reach around to hold her close.

We’re sweaty, our bodies molded together in the best way, and even though I’m completely sated, all I want to do is kiss her… and maybe do that all over again.

She turns her head, resting her cheek against my shoulder and brushing her lips against my neck. “Wow.”

“Mmhmm,” I practically sing, ignoring the fact I have cum seeping down my balls and probably staining her couch.

“I’m a fan of sex without a condom,” she murmurs, her warm breath tickling my flesh.

I snort a chuckle. “Me too. But I should probably get up and grab something to clean up with. I think we made a mess on your couch cushion.”

“I don’t care,” she mutters softly, the contentment evident in her voice.

“You will when your friends come over and see a big white stain. They’ll know exactly what it is,” I tease, trying not to move and make a bigger mess.

“They probably all have white stains on their couch, Kameron. Every one of them has had couch sex,” she insists.

“Quite possibly true, but I don’t think I want it brought up as a conversation next time your friends visit.”

Jillian giggles the sweetest sound and rests her hand against my chest. “I’m going to tell all of them exactly what we did here, even if there’s no stain.”

I bark out a laugh and shake my head. When she sits up and I see the happiness reflecting in her eyes, I know I have to say what’s on my mind.

Clearing my throat, I start, “I know this probably isn’t the ideal time for this.

I swear I’m not saying it because I’m in a sex coma.

I can’t go another second without telling you I fell in love with you.

Hard. I think I was already on my way before we even agreed to that fake dating ruse. ”

She gives me the softest smile, one that reaches in and squeezes my heart. “I’m not saying this because you just rocked my world with some pretty impressive sex moves. I’ve fallen in love with you too.”

Hearing her say those words is like a balm to my chest. To old wounds I’ve always carried deep inside me. So much loss in my life, and now here I am, creating a new one and finding love.

“We have a lot to talk about and figure out, I know, but tonight, I thought maybe I could just hold you. We can figure out the rest tomorrow.”

She rewards me with the softest smile as she leans forward once more. “I’d like that. Can you stay here tonight?”

I nod, even though she can’t see me. “Yes. I don’t have any clothes, but I can get up with you and head home in the morning.”

“Ahhh, the ol’ walk of shame. Nice.”

A chuckle slips from my lips. “Ain’t no shame here, Jilly. I will walk proudly out your front door in the morning wearing today’s clothes, with my head held high. I want everyone to know where I was, who I was with,” I insist with a peck on the cheek.

“Well, that’s good, because my neighbors are extra nosy, so everyone will know by lunchtime.”

I give her a little extra squeeze with my hug and run my lips across the corner of her forehead. “Good. I want the world to know I’m with you.”