Page 181 of Stay With Me

“Please what, Sunny?” He slaps a hand across my ass cheek. “Beg for it.”

“Please spill your cum deep inside me. I need it,” I pant out between each word.

“Jesus Christ.” He slips into me, slow at first, but then squeezes my hips and goes deep and hard.

“Yes, right there. Oh my God, I’m so close.”

Tripp gives me everything I ask him for and then slides his hand between my thighs and rubs my clit until I explode around him.

“Such a good girl, Sunny. Fuck, you’re so tight. I’m—” His fingers pinch into my hips as his words fall off and he tenses, groaning through his release.

I’m still catching my breath when I feel him pull out and lower between my legs, spreading my cheeks apart.

“What’re you…”

“I want my cum sittin’ inside you all night, love.”

His tongue laps up my pussy, and he shoves his tongue inside, pushing his release back inside me. The sensation sends my nerves into overdrive, and when he buries his whole face in my ass, I cry out at how good it feels.

“You taste so good, baby. Especially mixed with my cum. You wanna try it?”

I nod and am nearly out of breath by the time he helps me roll to my back. When he brings his mouth to mine, I soak in every touch and kiss.

He cups my cheek and gazes at me with so much tenderness it makes me tear up. “I love you so much, Sunny.”

I rest a hand on my belly. “Welove you, too.”

“A little to the left,” I direct as Tripp and Landen move the crib for the thirteenth time. I can’t decide which wall I want it against, so they’ve been showing me every possible angle.

“What about on this wall but like angled into the corner? You’ll have direct access from your bedroom without having to go through the whole room and trippin’ on shit in the middle of the night,” Noah says, standing next to me.

“Oh, good point. Okay, let’s try that.”

Landen groans as he and Tripp move it once again.

“Isn’t this the first option we showed you?” Landen complains.

“Maybe, but now that Noah mentioned it, I like the idea of it being closer to the door. Knowin’ me, I’d trip over a toy and break my nose.”

Tripp smirks as Landen curses under his breath.

A moment later, I beam at how perfect it looks. “Yes! Now we can bring in the changing table, rocking chair, and dresser.”

“How did I get roped into this again?” Landen asks, walking toward the door.

“You wanted to be the godfather,” I tease, and that puts a smile on his face.

“Okay, fair enough.” He fist-bumps my belly before heading to the living room. That’s where they spend the first half of the day putting the furniture together.

Tripp leans down and kisses my temple before going to help Landen.

At thirty-eight weeks pregnant, I can’t even see my feet, so I’m no help in carrying anything. Not that Tripp would let me anyway. He waits on me like I’m on my deathbed, but I don’t mind. He loves doing things for me, and I love making him happy.

“I can’t believe you only have a couple of weeks left,” Noah says, taking a seat at the breakfast bar. “I feel ready to pop now.”

“Physically, I’m ready to get her out and be able to take a deep breath without feelin’ like I’m gonna crack a rib, but mentally, I’m still scared shitless.”

“Why?”