Page 150 of Rockstar Baby

Her nails dug into my ass. “Chase heaven faster before someone comes.”

“Someone or me?”

She laughed and then groaned when I thrust into her again. “As long as I get to come too, I don’t really care.”

My eyes crossed as she squeezed me with all those glorious internal female muscles. “You feel even more amazing. I didn’t think that was possible.”

“Perks of pregnancy.” She dug harder into my ass. “Harder, LC.”

My thighs burned as I lowered myself enough to match up with her. “I don’t want to nail you to a tree, dammit.”

“We’ll do it up proper when we get home. Just please. Now.” Her dark eyes were full of love and lust in equal measure.

I prayed that the sweater wrapped around her would survive us. I lifted her enough to get her legs around me and slid home again and again. I swallowed her cries, growled against the release chasing me like a rabid dog.

When she sunk her teeth into my shoulder, I finally let go. I held her tight to me as I came. My world went silent for a moment. In its wake was my heartbeat thundering in my ears with the overwhelming love I couldn’t quite contain.

We kissed as the sunlight beamed and birds chirped around us.

Laughter bled into the moment I’d forever hold inside me as I lowered her to her feet and stuffed my cock back into my jeans. “People sound really close.”

“Let them watch,” she said with a sigh.

I scraped my teeth down her neck. “That sight is only for me.”

“Is that right?”

“Yes.”

She grinned up at me as she fixed her dress. She winced a little. “How bad do I look.”

Her hair was wild and there was a rip in the shoulder of her dress. “You look perfect.”

She rolled her eyes. “I look just fucked, don’t I?”

“Maybe a little. We can stop at the car. I have some clothes in the trunk.” I held her hand and led her to my car then grabbed the bag still in the boot.

People passed us by as more and more cars parked. The taproom was overflowing with people as the new baby became a reason to celebrate. We stopped in to use the bathroom to clean up the best we could.

When I swapped out my own ravaged sweater for a T-shirt, I found the little black jeweler box beside my toiletry case. The bracelet I’d bought with my sister nestled inside.

I tucked it into my pocket before zipping my suitcase closed.

I met her by the bar. She had a can of diet soda in her hand and was filling a bowl full of fruit. Ivy’s outfit had been a lost cause, but she was still tiny enough to use one of my gray button down shirts as a replacement. It even looked like the style was on purpose with the little violet sash from her ruined dress.

She’d even managed to get her hair into a braid. She was a damn vision.

And she was all mine.

She smiled up at me. “Feel a bit more human?” She tucked a piece of watermelon into her mouth.

I nodded.

“I do too. Though I’m pretty sure I’ll be sleeping like drunken frat boy soon. I’m whipped.”

“We can go.”

“No, we are going to meet the baby, then we’ll go.”