Page 37 of Risk (Gods #3)

W hen I wake this time, it’s with my head on Kaden’s bare chest, my bump resting on one of his muscular yet comfortable thighs, my leg draped across his.

His heart thrums steadily beneath my ear. His hand is splayed across my bump, his other curled around my back, fingertips resting against the side of my bare breast.

After Kaden asked me to be his girlfriend and I finally laid to rest my fears, we made out like teenagers, then fucked like porn stars. Well, Kaden fucked me with skill and precision, and I let him.

Balboa left my bedroom the moment we started getting hot and heavy—I’m guessing to go sleep in Kaden’s room.

After we finished having sex, Kaden cleaned me up, got back into my bed, wrapped me up in his arms, and stroked my hair until I fell asleep, which didn’t take long. Seemed that hand that was in my hair made its way to my boobs during the night. Not that I’m complaining.

I’m happy and sure that being with Kaden is the right choice. The only choice.

Like he said, we were inevitable.

I can hardly believe we’re here and about to become a family in a handful of months.

When I look ahead into my future, all I see is happiness.

Unfortunately, in my very near future, I see the need to pee, as pressure on my bladder makes it squeeze. I really don’t want to move because I’m comfortable, but sadly, I have no choice in the matter.

I try to slip out of his warm hold without waking him, but the arm around my back tightens.

“Don’t go.” His voice is sleepy, but I hear the worry in his voice, and I hate it. I hate that I put it there.

I press a kiss to his chest. “I need to pee, but I’ll come straight back.”

There’s a reluctance in him to let me move, but he slips his arm from around me.

I shimmy out of bed and pad naked to my bathroom, glancing over my shoulder as I go. I see Kaden’s sleepy eyes on my ass. The appreciation in his gaze makes me preen. I blow a kiss to him before closing myself in the bathroom.

He’s still lying in the same position when I exit the bathroom. I did a quick brush of my teeth while I was in there because I hate my morning breath.

His eyes are on me as I walk toward him. My body is changing daily, but the way he looks at me makes me feel like I’m sexy and desirable.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

A smile touches my lips. I tip my chin at him. His chiseled chest is on display. His cock is hidden beneath the covers, but I can see the hard outline of it pressing against the blanket.

“Back at you, gorgeous.”

He crooks his finger at me. “Get up here and sit on my face. I wanna taste you.”

“No,” I gasp. “I’ll either suffocate or crush you—or possibly both.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I bench twice your weight.”

“Not with your face you don’t. I’m carrying two little humans in here, and if you haven’t noticed, the weight is being gained everywhere.” I gesture to my ass and boobs.

“Your ass and boobs are phenomenal, and I’d like to get my hands on them, so if you could, do me a solid and get up here and sit on my face, please.”

“I haven’t showered.”

He gives me a look like he thinks I’m being crazy.

“Fine. But if I don’t smell good, I warned you, and if you die, don’t blame me.”

He chuckles as he slides further down the bed. “You won’t smell. And I won’t die.”

I climb onto the bed and crawl up his body, positioning my legs on either side of his head. Holding on to the top of the headboard, I hover my pussy over his face.

His hands grab my ass and try to tug me down, but I resist.

His gorgeous eyes stare up at me. “Sit on my face, Beautiful.”

Well, he asked for it.

I lower my pussy to his face.

He presses his nose against me and inhales. “You smell like sex. So fucking hot. Now, ride me and get yourself off.”

The glide of his tongue over my clit has me moaning and my forehead pressing to the headboard.

My body starts to move.

One of his hands snakes up my body and cups my boob, pinching my nipple. His other hand slips a finger inside me from behind, slowly fucking me as I rhythmically ride his tongue, gliding it over my clit in perfect slides that have me seeing stars.

“That’s it, Beautiful. Fuck my face.”

My movements get more frantic and uncoordinated as I chase my release.

Then, I’m coming hard, crying out his name as my orgasm pulses through me.

I slump against the headboard, all energy zapped from me after that intense orgasm.

Kaden lifts me and slides me down his body, so I’m draped over him, lying on my side so that I’m comfortable with my bump.

“That was amazing,” I say on a labored breath.

“You’re amazing.” He kisses my forehead.

I can feel his hard cock digging into my hip. I reach back with my hand, slide it beneath the covers, and wrap it around his dick. He hisses out a breath.

I start to jack him off, tilting my face up to look at him.

He leans down and kisses me. I can taste myself on his lips and tongue.

“You wanna fuck, Beautiful?”

“Yes, please.”

He moves me off him and onto my back. Grabs a pillow and tells me to lift my ass. He slides the pillow beneath me, elevating my hips.

“Spread your legs.”

The command in his tone sends a shiver hurtling down my spine.

I part them.

“Wider.”

I spread them as wide as they’ll go. He takes hold of both my ankles and lifts my legs, bending my knees and placing my feet onto the mattress.

I’m spread wide open and on display for him.

I don’t feel embarrassed. All I feel is anticipation for what I know is to come.

He fists his shaft, giving his cock a few hard strokes. Then, he crawls over me.

His mouth finds mine. A gentle kiss. “You ready for me, Beautiful?”

All I can do is nod.

His tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip.

He rises so he’s kneeling between my legs, then guides his cock inside me. I suck in a breath at the first press of him. His cock is big.

He pushes into me slowly, inch by thick inch, until he’s fully seated inside me. There’s a gleam of sweat across his chest—from the exertion of holding back when I know what he wanted to do was bury himself deep in me.

“You good?” he asks on a panting breath.

The feeling of him inside me is so intense that my body trembles with the force of emotion. Pressure is building in my body, and I just need him to move, to fuck me.

“Yes. Just fuck me. And don’t be gentle.”

He starts fucking me, not going as hard as I want. I know he’s holding back because I’m pregnant.

“Harder, Kaden,” I whine. “You won’t hurt the babies, I promise.”

“You’re sure?” His jaw is tight, sweat beading on his forehead.

“I’m sure. Now, fuck me like you mean it.”

He plants his hands on the mattress on either side of me, brings his mouth down to my boob, and starts sucking on my tit while he pistons his cock in and out of me.

“Yes. That’s it,” I pant.

My feet press harder into the mattress. My hands grip his hair, keeping his mouth on my boob as he sucks, bites, and laves my nipple. My pussy muscles contract around his cock, squeezing it.

“Fuck. You keep doing that, and I’m gonna come. You’re making me harder, baby. Can you feel my dick growing inside your pussy?”

“Yes.” I can feel the throb of his dick so very deep inside of me, hitting my hidden G-spot. “I’m gonna come if you keep doing this,” I tell him on a whimper.

Then, I’m coming with an explosion of bright lights and orgasmic confetti. My muscles locking up tight.

“Fuck, I’m coming, Beautiful,” Kaden grunts, his face burrowing into my neck as he comes inside of me.

He slips out of me, and I feel wetness trickle between my legs. He wraps me in his arms, cupping my chin in his hand as he stares at me for a long moment, then presses the sweetest kiss to my lips.

“Best way to wake up,” I murmur, fingers tracing paths on his chest.

“The only way we’re gonna wake up for the rest of our lives.”

I smile against his skin, knowing he feels it.

We’re quiet for a moment, just basking in our afterglow, and then one of the babies decides it’s time to kick Mama.

I’ve been having flutters and little kicks, but none as strong as this one that Kaden could feel.

“Did you feel that?”

“Was that—” Kaden gasps.

“Yeah. One of our little ones is awake and kicking strong.”

Kaden shifts so he can place both hands on my stomach and his face close to my bump. “Hey, little ones. I’m your daddy.”

His words are so simple, but he sounds so sincere and sweet that it brings a lump to my throat.

It’s another minute before we feel another kick, and the look on his face is something I’ll never forget. He looks awed.

“It’s amazing,” he says.

“It really is,” I agree.

We stay like that for a long while, but there are no more kicks, and my stomach starts to grumble.

“I’ll make us breakfast,” Kaden says, getting up from the bed, but not before giving me a lingering kiss that makes my chest go gooey. He pulls on his sweatpants.

“How about we go out for breakfast?” I suggest.

“Sounds good. Do you have any plans for today?”

“No, but I was thinking we should start buying some things for the babies.”

“Why don’t we have breakfast at the diner down the street, and then we can go shopping for the babies?”

A smile lights up my face. “Sounds perfect.”