Chapter 25
Twenty-Five
I ’d officially found my new kink, being called “good boy”. Before, I meant it as a joke, but hearing her use that nickname while begging me to fuck her was erotic . My dick was hard again thinking about it.
I was in trouble. Deep, deep trouble. I had a taste of Theo and I knew there was no going back.
This morning, I completely lost my composure. After the kiss last night, Theo had consumed every single one of my thoughts. I’d gone to bed thinking about the way her lips felt against mine, how she tasted, and the way she’d run to me, adrenaline-fueled and eager to share every emotion.
Then, this morning happened. Seeing her in that poor excuse for a tank top and those even skimpier shorts sent my thoughts careening off the tracks like a runaway freight train. I’d told myself I could handle these urges—that I could keep my feelings in check. Hell, up until that moment, I’d done a decent job. The combination of her looking downright devastating and making such a bold move shattered my restraint.
It’d been a long time since I’d been with anyone. My hand had been my only release.
Being with Theo felt different—like a blessing I didn’t realize I needed. Knowing how deeply I felt drawn to her and seeing how badly she wanted me too made giving in feel not just right, but inevitable. In that moment, there were no doubts, no hesitations. I let myself fall, fully and completely, and I didn’t regret a single second of it.
Now, we lay tangled together on the couch, naked and blissfully spent after devouring an insane amount of French toast. The energy we’d burned earlier had left us ravenous, and the meal had only added to the contented haze.
My arm rested around her as she lay on her side, one leg draped over me. The blanket was wrapped snugly around us, keeping us cocooned in warmth. It was pure, unfiltered heaven.
The sun filtered through the curtains, casting a soft golden glow over her face, highlighting every delicate feature. The freckles scattered across her nose, the curve of her cheek, and those beautiful, plump lips I’d kissed not so long ago.
I couldn’t help but stare, memorizing the details of her face like they were the answer to every question I ever had. Her taste still lingered; the scent of her arousal was consuming.
I rested my hand on her belly, gently tracing the curve of its swell. A peaceful silence filled the room, wrapping us in a moment that felt untouched by the outside world. It was just me and Theo.
“I’ve been thinking,” Theo murmured, her fingers trailing lazily across my chest in a soft figure-eight. “I want to decorate a nursery for the baby. Would that be okay?”
“Of course,” I replied, looking down at her as she snuggled against me. “What were you thinking?”
“I thought maybe we could paint the walls? But I understand if you don’t want to, it is your house, after all.”
“Theo, this is your home too,” I said firmly, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face.
She hesitated, her gaze flicking away. “I’m only staying here. I’m a guest.”
“Cut that out,” I replied gently but still firm. “You’re not a guest. You’re here as much as I am. If anything, you’ve made this place feel like a home.”
Since moving in, Theo has filled the void of what I didn’t realize was missing. She made me laugh, cared to listen about my day, and often made dinner so when I came home tired, I didn’t have to be hungry. With her here my life was infinitely better, and the idea that she thought of herself as temporary stung.
“Rhodes, it’s true. You were kind enough to open your house to?—”
Before she could finish, a firm thump beneath my hand startled me. My eyes shot to hers. “Did she just…?”
Theo’s face lit up, her head lifting to meet mine. “Yes, she did,” she giggled. “She must like you.”
A strange, unexpected pressure gripped my chest. My hand stilled, but I didn’t move away.
“Keep your hand there,” she urged, her voice soft and coaxing. “She’ll do it again. Say something.”
“I don’t even know what to say,” I admitted, the words catching in my throat.
The baby kicked again, this time with more force. It was incredible, this little life making itself known so distinctly.
Theo laughed, her joy bubbling over. “Looks like that was enough.”
“Can she… hear me? Does she know who I am?” I asked, the question almost whispered.
“Maybe. Babies can start picking up on familiar voices even now. That’s why some people play music for them or talk to them, they recognize it when they’re born.”
The idea that she might already know me, even in the smallest way, made my heart twist. I wanted to keep my hand there forever, to feel her move again.
I leaned down and kissed the top of Theo’s head, letting my lips linger as I searched for the right words. She moved her hand from my chest to rest it over mine, silently telling me she wanted me to stay.
“Will she move like that a lot?” I asked after a beat.
“Yeah, but she usually gets more active when she hears something she recognizes.”
“Hmm.”
“Does it… weird you out?” she asked tentatively, her voice laced with uncertainty.
“What? That she moves and you can feel it?”
“That, and… me being pregnant. And us—” she hesitated, the words faltering. “You know, being together like this. I know the situation isn’t exactly ideal.”
“God, no. Not at all. It’s beautiful,” I said, my voice resolute.
Her cheeks flushed a soft pink, and the smile that followed was breathtaking, like a bright star lighting up the night sky. I wanted to remember it forever, to hold onto it for the times when life felt dark.
“Do you have a name picked out?” I asked, eager to learn more about the little one growing inside her.
“I do,” she said with a mischievous glint, “it’s a secret. Not even my mom knows.”
I respected that, even if the curiosity burned in the back of my mind. I felt weird referring to her as, “the baby,” because she was more than that but in time, that would change.
“Why don’t we plan to work on the nursery next weekend?” I suggested, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “After your appointment this week, maybe I can come with you, and we can pick up what you need?”
Her expression shifted, the light dimming as she cleared her throat. “Oh, no. I can go by myself. Don’t worry about the appointment. I’ll grab a few things tomorrow.”
Her words stung more than I wanted to admit. I’d overstepped, pushed too far. Embarrassment tightened my throat and I forced a smile. “Okay,” I said softly.
Before the moment could settle into awkwardness, I tilted her chin gently with my fingers, drawing her attention back to me. Her hazel eyes met mine, and for a second, everything else faded away.
“Wait, stay like that!” she exclaimed, sitting up and scrambling to climb over me, her excitement infectious.
She waddled down the hallway as fast as she could while still naked. I laughed to myself and shook my head; she was something else.
Theo disappeared for a few moments before returning with a camera around her neck. Grinning at me, she approached with her face in the viewfinder.
“You looked handsome. I need to capture the moment.”
“Oh no, I look crazy.” My hair was a mess, and I was naked.
“It’s for my eyes only! Please,” she begged, dragging out the last word.
Saying no to her was impossible.
“Your eyes only ,” I repeated and pointed a finger at her.
“Cross my heart.”
I placed one arm above my head, making sure to flex my bicep a little, and held my smile. The blanket was lying right below my pecs, revealing a sliver of my abs.
Theo came closer, pulling the blanket down to lay barely above the base of my cock.
“Seriously?” I laughed and shook my head.
“Oh, please. You know you look good. Remember, my eyes only, “ she said in a suggestive tone, which made me wonder what she would be doing with these.
I posed a few more times, going with the flow as she snapped away, cheering me on.
“Yes, that’s perfect!”
I moved again.
“The lighting is amazing.”
Click of the camera.
“Give me a smolder.”
I obeyed the best I could because what the hell was a smolder ?
Theo smirked, a devilish grin, as she came close and straddled my hips. Her free hand rested on my stomach, dancing incredibly close to the edge of the blanket that was barely covering my manhood.
She held the camera in the air, hovering over our bodies as she snapped another picture. Looking at the screen, she laughed.
“Now, that’s hot.”
She spun it for me to see, and she was right; hot didn’t do it justice. In the photo, you could see Theo’s bare legs around my waist, revealing just enough to be suggestive. My abs were defined, and her hand was clearly reaching for something .
I reached out, taking the camera from her.
“My turn.”
“No way!” She protested, putting up her arms to block her face. I took the picture anyway; her breasts were on full display.
“This one is for my eyes only.” I grinned. “Now, smile.”
Theo rolled her eyes and obeyed, cheesy as ever. Her hand covered her breasts, making the photo less revealing. I was going to frame every picture I took, maybe make my own special photo album.
I angled the camera down, snapping a photo of her covered breasts and her pregnant belly. Twisting the camera back to her, she leaned in and smiled.
“That’s a good one.”
“They’re all good ones.”