Crazy Imperfect Hearts

Chapter Thirty-one

Lucas

I’m surprised as hell, and for a moment I think I must have fallen asleep and I’m dreaming. But I don’t let my shock of reality keep me from kissing her back the way I have been in my dreams. I don’t let it stop me from devouring her lips. Exploring her mouth with my tongue. Wandering her body with my hands.

Our mouths part momentarily. “Is this okay?” she asks, breathing heavily.

No. It’s not. That’s exactly what I should say. That it’s most definitely not okay. Because it’s hard enough to see her, go on walks with her, sit at her doctor’s appointments, without saying something that will change the whole dynamic in this thing. Something that may even have her running back to Candace for legal advice. So I should one hundred percent tell her it’s not okay and she should march back out my door.

But I don’t say it. Even when I know it’s wrong not to. That I’m deceiving her. That I have way more invested in this relationship than just my sperm.

“Hell yes it is.”

“Good.” With a huge smile, she grabs my hand and pulls me toward my bedroom, tossing me a sexy look over her shoulder. “Because I have needs.”

I’m hard as a rock by the time we get there, thinking about her needs. I have my own needs. The need to bury myself deep inside her. The need to be with the mother of my unborn child. The need to tell her things I know I shouldn’t be telling her.

Nearing the bed, she drops my hand and starts removing her shirt. I stop the motion. “Regan.” I look her in the eye with dead-set determination. “I have needs, too. And one of them is to unwrap you like my favorite candy bar.”

Her neck extends as she giggles. She holds her arms out, putting herself on display. “Unwrap away.”

I take the hem of her long, bohemian-style shirt dress thing and pull it up and over her head, leaving her in only a bra and—surprise—brightly colored tights.

Kneeling, I undo the straps on her clunky black shoes, then I peel her like an onion, stripping the tights right down her legs.

Her belly is at the same height as my eyes. It’s soft and squishy and round, but not any larger than I remember. My kid is in there . It’s a concept that still boggles my mind every time I think about it. I stare at her middle and imagine a time when her belly will become prominent and hard. I touch her there as if waiting for the kicks I know I won’t be able to feel for some time.

Regan clears her throat and looks down at me expectantly.

It’s now that I realize she never asked me to turn off the lights. And I don’t dare bring it up. Because I may be about to live another one of my fantasies.

“Sorry,” I say at my hesitation. “I was just wondering if M&M is going to be bothered if he gets poked by the beast.”

More laughter flows out of her.

Jesus, I love her laugh.

“He’ll be fine. He’s happily floating in a protective sack. Now can we get on with this? I’m hella horny.”

Now I’m the one laughing. But it doesn’t last long. Because now I understand what this is. I have the books. I’ve read about this. Regan is in her second trimester now. The morning sickness is gone. She’s got extra blood flowing to her girl parts or something.

This is one hundred percent a bootie call. Nothing more.

And while a pang of disappointment jolts through me, who am I to waste time sulking over it when I have something so magnificent standing before me?

I push her panties down around her ankles and she steps out of them. Finally, I stand, reaching around her to unhook her bra. When it falls down her arms and I get my first look in three months, my eyes bug out.

My hands are immediately on her breasts. And, holy god. I thought her tits were great before, but these… these are fucking spectacular.

She exhales a mewl when I run my fingers across her nipples. When I take her left breast into my mouth, her body practically convulses. She fists my hair, tugging it hard as I twirl her nipple with my tongue.

Gently, my mouth still working her breast, I guide her a few steps back and urge her onto my bed. The seal gets broken when she sits. I push her back. Her plentiful breasts spill to the side and bounce when she crawls backwards on her elbows until all of her is on the mattress.

My pants are bursting at the seams with how hard I am. I’m rock fucking solid, and she hasn’t even touched anything but my hair.

She eyes my captive bulge. “Are you going to stand there and stare at me, or are you going to get naked?”

I watch her watch me as I shed my clothing and climb on the bed next to her. The way her eyes rake over my body has heat building inside me. She looks at my tight abs like she wants to lick them. My thighs like she wants to squeeze them. My cock like she wants to—

“Fuuuuck,” I drawl when her hand circles around my dick.

As she pumps me, I reach over and bury a hand between her legs. She’s soaking wet, her pussy already drenched with her arousal when I slide a finger inside. Her back arches and her hand momentarily falls away. She touches me again, but when my thumb finds her clit, she moans loudly and loses her grip.

When her hand searches for me a third time, I brush it away, wanting her to lie back and enjoy this.

She doesn’t fight me, and exhales another moan when I insert two fingers and crook them inside her. Her breathing is heavy and labored. Gentle high-pitched squeaks come out with every breath, driving my desire to achieve what has proved to be a near-impossible goal.

I can’t help but scratch my own itch at the same time, rubbing my cock against her leg as I enjoy the soft noises escaping her.

And as her body writhes, her noises amplify, and her breathing quickens, I realize it might not be so impossible after all. When I think she could be on the precipice, I don’t change a single goddamn thing I’m doing. All my motions remain the same. The way my thumb rhythmically circles her clit. How my fingers concentrate on one spot within her. I’m afraid if I change one miniscule thing, move one single iota, I’ll break the pattern and pull her out of where she is. Because if I’m not mistaken, she’s exactly where she needs to be.

Confirmation comes when her body seems to tighten, and her eyes fly open, capturing mine. My heart sinks, expecting her to tell me not to bother. That despite my efforts, there’s no way she’s getting there.

Miraculously though, that doesn’t happen. I keep up those efforts, because I can see the surprise in her eyes even before I hear the keening in her voice.

“Oh… ahhh… oh, my god… ahhh!”

I can’t tear my eyes from her face as she comes apart right before me. Sensationally. Magnificently. Phenomenally.

Holy shit, I’ve never seen such a sight.

I swear her orgasm lasts ten seconds. Maybe twenty. I don’t change a goddamn thing I’m doing the entire time. Not even when my balls tighten up and I swear I’m about to explode.

“Lucas… ahhh!”

That’s it. I’m fucking toast. Hearing her shout my name has me jizzing all over her hip as I join her in the last few moments of her orgasm.

I remove my cramped fingers and drop onto my back next to her, amazed at what just happened.

She’s breathing heavily. I listen as it calms, then turn and wait for her eyes to open again.

When they do, her cheeks flush. “Oh my god, I just—”

“Yeah you did. Spectacularly, I might add.” I laugh out loud. “So spectacularly, in fact, that I did too.”

Her eyes widen and a hand flies to her mouth. “Seriously?” She belts out a sigh. “Thank god, because I thought I might have wet myself.”

Now I’m laughing even harder. Her amazing giggles join in.

When we settle, she stares at the ceiling. “That was… wow. I mean, I’ve been super horny lately, but I still didn’t actually expect it to happen. But once it started, unlike all the other times, it was like a freight train I had no chance of stopping.” She looks around. “Did we really keep the lights on?”

I chuckle. “You were a woman on a mission.” I hop off the bed. “Be right back.”

I go into the bathroom and get some tissues. Back at the bed, I’m wiping my jizz off her thigh when she squirms. I raise a brow at her.

“Sorry. You touching me there is getting me all tingly again.”

I perk up, having thought that was it, that’s all there was. “Seriously?”

She nods, face reddening. “I just can’t seem to get, I don’t know, satisfied.”

I toss the tissues off the bed and spread her legs. “Challenge accepted.”

“You don’t think I could…” Her head shakes. “No way.”

I position myself between her legs and lower my head. “I think we’re about to find out.”

Not more than two minutes later, she’s coming again under the ministrations of my tongue. I reach up and play with a nipple, hoping it’ll prolong it. It does. And, holy shit, those noises. I’m already hard again.

Before she’s done quivering, I crawl up and hover over her. “Regan, can I…?”

“Yes. God, yes.”

I slip inside her, groaning as her last few pulses squeeze me. She’s slick and tight and warm. It’s the trifecta of perfection. Every man’s dream. And I’m able to enjoy it longer this time, having come not five minutes ago.

As I slide in and out of her, I try to remember if this has ever happened before. I honestly can’t remember one single time. In and out. One and done. I’ve never in my life given a woman multiple orgasms, and I sure as shit have never had two in the same night. Not unless one of them was at the mercy of my own hand.

This woman, though, she’s different. She turns me on in ways I didn’t think possible. The sweet, smooth, comforting timbre of her voice. It’s like being wrapped in honey every time she speaks. The energy of her hips and the sensual silhouette of her body whenever she walks into a room. And her laugh. Jesus, her laugh. It hits me square in the balls every goddamn time. Not only in the balls , I think. In my goddamn heart .

I thrust into her gently again and again, feeling the sensation build with each deep penetrating plunge. My elbows lock and my jaw tightens as I grunt and spill my load inside her.

My head comes to rest on her shoulder as I catch my breath. “Jesus, Regan.”

“I know.” She giggles. “If I weren’t already pregnant, I imagine that would have done the trick.”

Pregnant. Right.

I roll off her. That’s the only reason she’s here. She’s pregnant and horny and I’m the only viable candidate to satisfy her craving.

“Can I use your bathroom?” she asks.

I relax into my pillow. “Mi casa es su casa.”

She shoots me a strange look. “Okay. Thanks.”

I watch her curvy backside as she gathers her clothes and disappears into my bathroom. I follow, detouring at the closet to pull on a T-shirt and joggers.

Before I even have my work clothes off the floor and in the hamper, she’s fully dressed. She smiles almost guiltily. “Well… thanks, I guess.”

“You got it.”

Her head tilts and she studies me. “You okay, Lucas?”

“Hey, I’m great,” I lie. “I’m just happy it finally happened for you. Glad I could help.”

“I didn’t mean to barge in on you unannounced. I just—”

“Had needs. I get it.”

Her eyes narrow, but she doesn’t say anything else. She smiles one last time, walks out of the bedroom, and moments later I hear the front door close.

I sit on the bed that smells like sex warmed over, slumped down, forearms on my knees, feeling every emotion I imagine all my exes ever felt. And knowing I deserve every goddamn one.