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CHAPTER FIFTEEN

REED

She put me on the fucking couch. I stab my fist into the pillow again. The couch!

These sheets are not the Egyptian silk cotton I’m used to; it’s a good thing her scent is covered in them, otherwise I’d insist on burning the useless fuckers.

The wolf dog stares at me; the damn thing hasn’t shut its eyes all night, and I’m starting to wonder if dogs sleep with their eyes open. Is that a thing?

Rolling over, I wince at the sharp pain of the couch spring sticking in my back. My chiropractor will have a field day with me next week. That’s if I can walk or even leave this house in one piece, given the way the fucking wolf stares at me like I’m his next meal. “Jesus, this is ridiculous.”

A loud bark shocks the shit out of me, and I turn to face it.

“You want to eat me, don’t you?”

It continues to glare at me.

“Well, I’m not your dinner, fuckwit.”

It moves toward me, and like my ass is on fire, I spring up from the couch. Like hell, I’m staying down here a minute longer with that thing.

As I leave the living room, the dog climbs onto the couch, circles it, then settles down on the pillow.

Slowly, I tiptoe up the stairs and turn right at the top. I’d watched Gia’s ass head in that direction when she announced she was going to bed before shoving sheets in my hand like I wasn’t welcome.

Well, screw that. If I want to be a part of her life, I intend to make sure she’s aware.

Slowly, I push open her bedroom door and step inside. The bathroom light filters through from beneath the door, allowing me to witness the most gorgeous sight of her lying on her side, one leg thrown over the comforter and the other tucked beneath it. Her soft snores have me smiling, and I inch my way closer to her.

Glancing around the room, I take in the furnishings; it’s neat, tidy, and has a homely feel that I’m missing in mine. My gaze latches onto the photo beside her bed, the same as the one on the sideboard downstairs, and my gut knots at seeing them together, happy and smiling, and here I am, the intruder.

When she moves, it draws my attention away from the bedside table. She wears a camisole top that has ridden up to expose her stomach, a stomach I’m desperate to touch and mark as mine. Small, silvery purple lines show the stretch of her skin, and I’ve never seen anything so incredible before. My mouth waters to trace the path of the lines covering our baby. Her heavy tits look like they’re attempting to fight their way free from the camisole, and I lick my lips as I imagine how big her soft nipples have grown.

“What are you doing in here?”

I hadn’t realized her eyes had fluttered open during my perusal, and suddenly, I want to show her everything I’ve been imagining. I want to touch her exactly how I crave and mark her precisely how I envisage.

So instead of using my words, I kneel on the bed beside her and slip the strap down on her top. Goosebumps spread out down her arm, and our eyes remain locked on one another’s, the room filling with desire as she sucks in a sharp breath.

As my fingers brush against her skin, my cock jumps at the contact. I lean into her and press a soft kiss on the swell of her tit. Fuck, I wonder if she leaks milk yet?

My tongue darts out without thought, desperate to get in on the action, and she moans as I suck tenderly against her flesh.

“Oh god, Reed.” Her fingers find my hair, and she tugs on the strands, pinching my scalp, and I suck harder to leave my mark.

I give her a gentle push, and she rolls onto her back, allowing me the space to settle beside her, and the movement exposes her full breast to me.

As my eyes roam over her delectable body, my heart hammers in my chest. I’ve never seen anything so magnificent in my entire life. This moment is profound, filled with awe, tenderness, and longing.

It’s filled with everything I’ve never had or wished for, but I know deep inside I won’t ever want anyone else.

She’s it for me.

They’re it for me.

They’re my everything.

Her areola is swollen and dark, and the tip of her nipple is pebbled, begging me to suck on it. The bump protecting our baby is settled between us, and as the heat of her gaze soaks into my skin, I move my hand to caress our baby.

“Reed?” Her eyes are filled with unshed tears, uncertainty swimming in them.

“I won’t let you down. I’m not going anywhere.”

She nods, and my hand settles on her stomach. It’s solid, and that thought makes me proud. A barrier of protection on the outside and our love on the inside means nothing can harm our little one.

I’ve got a lot to learn, but I’m determined to do it.

I span my hand wider, loving the feel of her soft skin, and the more my hand travels, the harder my cock becomes. When Gia whimpers a sound of contentment, I give in to the need to feel the softness of her nipple on my tongue.

My mouth wraps around her nipple, and she holds my head in place while I suck hard, gently tugging on her peak as if pleading with it to give me another sign of our child’s existence.

She moans with each swipe of my tongue, and the sound makes my balls ache for release, pre-cum dripping from the slit and giving me no choice but to climb over her and settle myself between her parted legs.

My hands wrap around the fabric of her panties, and I tug them down while she leans up on her elbows to watch me. Then I release my cock from my boxers before throwing them to the floor.

I wrap my hand around my thick length, and she licks her lips, and as hungry as I am for her to taste me, I want inside her pussy. I want to fuck my woman as she lies completely exposed for me. As if sensing my thoughts, she lifts the camisole over her head, causing both her tits to bounce, and pre-cum slips down my shaft at the action, and I welcome it with a groan.

“Fuck, that’s it. Play with those tits for me, beautiful.”

Lips parting, she pushes them together, and I position my cock at her entrance. Her big nipples touch, and I hiss through my teeth at the feral need surging through me. I slam inside her, causing them to bounce, then I rear back and repeat the action.

“Christ, that’s good,” I groan through gritted teeth.

Slam.

“Don’t stop, Reed. Again.”

Her words spur me on, and I watch in rapture as her nipples point with pleasure. She caresses them and strokes over the soft skin, and I pound into her again and again.

“That’s it. Take this cock in your little cunt, Gia.”

Wetness pools between us as Gia’s pussy welcomes my words, encouraging me further. “Drip all over my cock, beautiful.” I move one hand to find her stomach while the other holds her hip. “You look so good swollen for me, baby.” Slam.

Sweat drips from me as I thrust into her harder and harder, enamored by the way her pregnant body moves with each surge.

Fuck, she’s incredible. “All swollen and round for me.”

Thrust.

She moans louder and her pussy clenches.

“Feed me, beautiful. Give me your tits. Let me suckle from you.”

She arches her spine and lifts one of her tits toward me, so I bend down over our bump and suck roughly on her peaked nipple. I swear I can taste something on my tongue, and a loud rumble leaves me, and my balls draw up. As she gasps, pleasure cascades between us while her hips pump in time with mine. I grunt and thrust inside her, then hold myself as deep as possible. My hot cum splashes against her inner walls, and I bite into her tit to stop myself from shouting out.

“Reeeed!” she screeches as I flood her pussy, taking her over the edge with me.

Pure euphoria engulfs me, taking my breath away in the process, and as I pull back to stare into her eyes, I know one thing for sure. Gia Mathers needs to be my wife. I just need her on board with it.