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Chapter Forty-One

Jamie

I’m watching Savannah out of the corner of my eye as she licks that ice cream cone, her tongue sliding over the top in a way that makes my cock twitch.

I try to ignore it, focus on the road, but damn, it’s hard when she looks so fucking sweet. The way she sucks on it, her lips parting slightly, sends this hot rush through me.

I clear my throat, trying to keep my focus. “I’m sorry about Troy and Jared,” I finally say, breaking the silence between us.

She glances over at me, a small smile on her lips. “It’s fine, Jamie. I’m okay.” She gestures with her ice cream cone. “I’ve been getting all the flowers and pastries they’ve been sending.”

I nod, but there’s still something eating at me. I know it’s not enough. “I just…I know those guys. They can be a little much sometimes. But you know we all care so damn much about you, right?”

She softens, those big eyes of hers meeting mine. “I know,” she whispers. Her voice is warm, like she’s already softening toward me. I park the car and turn toward her.

I can’t help myself, I cup her cheek, feeling the smoothness of her skin under my hand. And then I kiss her—soft, slow. She’s cold from the ice cream, but the way she kisses me back is anything but.

She tastes like sweetness and something else I can’t quite describe.

When I pull away, she looks up at me, eyes soft and trusting. I want to take care of her. I want to be the one who fixes all this shit, who makes her feel good, safe, wanted. I take a deep breath and push forward.

“So, listen,” I start, trying to keep my voice casual. “The guys and I were talking, and we wanted to know if you’d be up for something after the game on Saturday.”

She blinks, confused. “Something?” Her voice is light, a little unsure, but I can tell she’s curious.

“Yeah,” I say, tapping the wheel with my fingers. “We were thinking maybe we could take you somewhere special.”

She’s quiet for a second, her eyes narrowed slightly. “Somewhere?” she repeats, still not sure what I mean.

“Yeah,” I nod, keeping my tone light. “Like a surprise. You’d like that, right?”

She glances at me, lips curling up in that soft smile I’ve come to love. “Okay,” she whispers, her voice almost playful now.

“Good.” I smile back, but it fades quickly as I notice the shift in her tone. She goes quiet again, staring out the window.

I take a deep breath, knowing what’s coming. “Is Noah giving you trouble?” I ask, trying to make her smile again.

She shakes her head, and I can’t help but feel relief wash over me. “No. He’s been an angel,” she says, her voice low. “He sleeps through the night now. He loves being around Millie’s babies. He’s with Chase and the other kids today.”

I nod, feeling a little lighter. “That’s good. Real good.”

Then her tone drops lower, and I feel this twist in my gut. It’s like she’s about to tell me something that’s been weighing on her, something she’s been holding back. “But that’s not what I’ve been needing help with,” she says, her voice almost a whisper.

I keep my eyes on the road, but my hand drifts to her cheek, stroking it gently. “Tell me, baby. Whatever it is, I’m here. You know that, right? Anything you need, just say the word.”

She takes a deep breath and then finally meets my gaze. Her eyes are darker now, like she’s about to share something that’s been buried beneath the surface.

“One thing pregnancy didn’t prepare me for…” She pauses, glancing at me with a little smirk. “The hormones,” she says, shaking her head. “I’ve been…well, I’ve been horny as hell lately.”

I blink, trying to process what she just said. “Wait, what?” I laugh a little, but there’s no hiding the heat creeping into my chest. “You’re telling me…you’re telling me you’re hot and bothered?”

She shrugs, a little sheepish but still holding my gaze. “Yeah. Guess that’s what happens when you’re carrying three babies, huh?” She bites her lip, like she’s trying not to laugh at herself. “I just…can’t stop thinking about it sometimes.”

I feel a rush of heat run through me. “God, Savannah,” I mutter, my grip tightening on the wheel. “You’ve no idea what you do to me.” I glance at her again, catching the way her eyes are glimmering, like she’s teasing me but not. Like she knows exactly what she’s doing.

Her hand moves, trailing along the top of her ice cream cone, the way she licks it, so slow. It’s fucking torture. I have to look away, clenching my jaw to keep my thoughts in check.

“Jamie,” she says, almost breathlessly, and my name falls from her lips like a command. “I need you to help me with this.”

I swallow hard, my mouth dry. “Baby, you know I want to, but…”

She leans closer, her hand finding my thigh, her fingers tracing the edge of my jeans. “I know you want me. I can see it.” Her voice lowers, seductive, like she’s reading my damn mind. “I need you, Jamie. Please.”

My mind is fucking racing now, trying to process what the hell is happening. She’s fucking with me, and God, I love it. But she’s serious too. She needs me, and shit, I can’t leave her hanging.

She bites her lip, her gaze never leaving mine.

My body reacts, and I force myself to take a breath. “Well, damn,” I mutter. “You’re killing me here, baby.”

She chuckles, clearly enjoying the effect she’s having on me. “It’s not my fault, Jamie,” she teases. “Blame it on the hormones.”

I shake my head, trying to regain some control over myself. “You want me to do something about that?” I ask, half-joking, half-serious. “Because I’m more than happy to help you out.”

She smirks, her eyes darkening with that same playful look. “If you’re offering...”

I let out a low laugh, shaking my head again. “You’ve got me wrapped around your finger, Savannah.”

She grins. “You wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Let me find us a quieter spot,” I say, glancing at the road ahead. I start driving again and my pulse kicks up, anticipation crawling over my skin.

She tilts her head, pretending to think it over, though I can see the spark of excitement in her eyes. “If it’s not too much trouble,” she says sweetly, her words laced with challenge.

I don’t even respond, just hit my turn signal and pull off at the next highway exit. The first place I spot is a small gravel lot tucked behind a cluster of trees, far enough from the road for privacy. Perfect.

I park the car, kill the engine, and turn to her. She’s watching me, her cheeks a little pink, but her gaze steady. She’s nervous, maybe, but eager too. I step out, opening her door and holding my hand out.

“C’mon,” I say softly.

She takes my hand, her fingers cool against mine, and lets me help her out of the car. The air feels heavy around us, the kind of tension that buzzes under your skin and makes everything sharper. I open the back door and guide her in, my hand brushing the curve of her hip.

Her breath hitches when I slide in next to her, closing the door behind me. It’s quiet, just the two of us, cocooned in the small space. She shifts, her dress riding up slightly, and my eyes catch the way her body moves—the curve of her belly, the swell of her thighs. God, she’s beautiful.

“Jamie,” she says, her voice soft, almost uncertain.

I lean in, my hand cupping her cheek. “We don’t have to…”

“I want to,” she interrupts, her voice firm now. Her gaze locks with mine, heat and trust swirling in those eyes of hers. “I want you.”

Something inside me snaps. I kiss her, slow and deep, taking my time. She tastes like sweetness and something I can’t put into words, something that’s just her. My hands find her waist, sliding over the fabric of her dress, and she melts against me.

“Savannah,” I murmur against her lips, “you’re gonna drive me crazy.”

She laughs, breathless. “Good.”

I trail kisses along her jaw, down her neck, my hand slipping under her dress. Her skin is warm, soft, and when I reach the edge of her panties, she lets out a small gasp.

“You okay?” I ask, pulling back to look at her. Her cheeks are flushed, her breathing uneven, but she nods quickly.

“I’m perfect,” she whispers.

And I believe her.

“That you are, baby.” I let my fingers trail down her thigh, her skin smooth and warm under my touch. I glance up at her, giving her that grin she can’t resist. “Now, take your phone out and record this for the guys.”

Her eyes widen slightly, her lips parting like she’s about to argue, but then she just shakes her head, smirking. “You’re unbelievable, Jamie.”

“Damn right, I am,” I say, tugging her panties the rest of the way down. They’re black lace, delicate, and when I slide them off, she’s already glistening for me. My breath hitches for a second. She’s perfect—rounder in all the best ways, glowing from head to toe, and mine.

“Phone, Savannah,” I remind her, voice low.

She lets out a soft laugh, but there’s heat in her eyes as she grabs her phone from the seat. She fumbles with it for a second before holding it up, aiming the camera. “You better not make me regret this.”

I chuckle, leaning down, my hands spreading her thighs. “Oh, trust me, baby. You’ll thank me later.”

The first taste of her hits me like a damn drug, sweet and addictive, and the soft moan she lets out just about wrecks me. I glance up to make sure she’s still holding the phone, and sure enough, she’s got it aimed right at me, her other hand gripping the edge of the seat.

“Jamie,” she whispers, her voice trembling, full of need.

“Yeah, baby?” I rasp, my tongue teasing her in slow, deliberate strokes.

“I…” Her words cut off as her head tips back, a deep groan escaping her.

“That’s right,” I murmur, the vibrations of my voice making her hips jerk. “Let them hear how good I make you feel.”

She mutters something that sounds like my name mixed with a curse, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. I take my time, drawing it out until she’s trembling under me, her body arching, thighs tightening around my shoulders.

When she finally falls apart, it’s like a symphony—soft cries, quick gasps, her body shaking as I hold her through it.

I pull back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and grin up at her. She’s still holding the phone, her hand unsteady, her chest rising and falling as she tries to catch her breath.

“You good, baby?” I ask, crawling up to kiss her, soft and lingering.

She nods, a lazy smile spreading across her face. “Better than good.”

“Good. Now it’s my turn.” I reach for my belt, the sound of it unbuckling making her eyes darken all over again.

Her hands reach for me, pulling me closer, and when I sink into her, it’s heaven—tight, warm, and perfect. Her belly presses against me, her breasts full and soft against my chest, and it’s almost too much, the way she clings to me, whispering my name like a prayer.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” I murmur, my hands framing her face as I kiss her again, deeper this time.

She looks up at me, her gaze soft but fiery. “Jamie, I…”

“Shh, baby,” I tell her, rolling my hips slow and deep. “Just feel me. That’s all that matters right now.”