Chapter Three
CHAPTER THREE
JORDAN
“What I feel for you is so much more than this,” he said, caressing my belly at a red light less than a mile from our destination. “Keeping your pregnancy from me hurt. I’ll admit that freely. But I also understand why you stayed silent.”
“I never meant for things to get so out of hand,” I pondered, not sure who I was talking to before releasing my seat belt. He pulled into his driveway as I rubbed my damp palms on my dress, but it did nothing to dispel my anxious energy.
“I know you didn’t. Stay put. I’ll be right there.”
I closed my eyes and tilted my head to rest on the seat while he turned off the engine and stepped outside. Cracking an eye open, I watched him jog to my side of the car and open the door before holding out his hand. His touch lit each nerve ending in my fingertips, and the heat traveled through my arm and across my chest, filling my heart with trust and adoration.
He helped me stand but made no move to walk inside, instead stepping closer and cupping his hand around my jaw. Intense, piercing eyes met mine, and I felt inadequate under his gaze until he spoke. “You’ve been such a surprise these last months, Jordan Bailey. How will I ever measure up to become the man you and our child deserve?”
The car door closing sounded a million miles away as I leaned into his body. His thumb brushed my jawline as my eyelids fluttered, but I wouldn’t let them close, needing to see his intense gaze. I steadied my breathing to calm my racing pulse as a flicker of indecision made Avery’s brow furrow. That moment of hesitation had me placing a hand on either side of his face and stepping close enough to press our bodies together.
My stomach made things a little difficult, but it didn’t deter me from my goal. The softness of his breath against my skin raised goose bumps along my spine and served as a painful reminder that my increased libido had been severely neglected these last weeks. I pressed my lips to his, then used my tongue and traced the outline of his Cupid’s bow before trailing my hands down his chest and tugging his button-down shirt out of his pants.
My hands easily slipped underneath, caressing his warm skin until his breath stuttered and his eyes fluttered closed. His confident behavior had faltered, but I refused to allow that to happen—not when his ring was on my finger and my heart belonged to him. There’d been no doubt about what I wanted, and my goal today was to banish any lingering doubt that remained.
Tracing the contours of his face with my gaze and lightly scratching his stomach with my nails, my heart pounded against my ribs. The scent of his cologne was masculine and subtle, providing me with much needed comfort, but we remained too exposed here in the open—and the selfish part of me didn’t want to share him with anyone—not even the cool breeze against my face or the chirping birds within the trees.
When his tongue peeked out to wet his lips, my sanity snapped, and I watched with unrestrained hunger as his eyes traveled down my body to where my hands rested underneath his shirt.
“If you don’t stop that, I’m liable to press you against the car and have my way with you while all the neighbors watch,” he said, reaching down to clasp his hands around my wrists.
“As much as I’d love to give in to your voyeuristic tendencies, I don’t want anyone else to watch what we’re about to do.” I pulled my hands out of his grip and turned, beckoning him to follow with one finger as I strolled toward the front door.
“I’d never let anyone see what is mine,” he growled, side-stepping me so he’d reach the door first and swiftly unlocking it. I’d barely made it over the threshold before he slammed it closed and pressed me against the door, kicking my legs apart and wedging himself between them.
With more self-control than I had, he threaded his fingers through my dark locks, then bent toward me, his intention clear. I had no desire to be a passive onlooker, so I stood on my tiptoes, parting my lips as his slid over mine. I yearned to watch his expression as our mouths moved together, but my eyes closed as he kissed me slowly, sweetly, and nothing like the pounding of my heart and the anxious desire swirling just below the surface.
I inched his shirt to his waist and dug my fingers into the edges of his hipbones, making him groan into my mouth. That spurred my desire, and I pressed myself harder against the solid wall of his chest and swept my tongue into his mouth, allowing the heady feeling of him to consume me. I’d dreamed of this since first seeing that test—dreamed of him claiming me as his own.
Avery’s tongue intertwined with mine, equal parts demanding and giving while his scent invaded my lungs. The low moans and growls spoke of his determined longing, and I’d gladly give myself over to the all-consuming power of his touch and taste. He pulled away long enough to meet my eyes, and whatever he saw must have pleased him because he surged closer, pulling my bottom lips between his teeth and sucking on the tender flesh. He chuckled as I whimpered, before abruptly pulling away and lifting me bridal style like I weighed less than a feather.
“Whoa. What are you doing?” I gasped, snaking one arm around his neck and resting the other on his chest.
“We’re going to my bed, woman. I want to see you spread out and naked against my sheets, ready to be debauched with my words, tongue, and cock. Then, you’ll tell me exactly how to please you, before sharing every detail I’ve missed these last months.”
My chest clenched with his words. The way he spoke so sincerely left me breathless as he walked down the hallway and pushed open his bedroom door with his foot. He stood beside his neatly made bed and lowered me slowly onto the deep green down comforter before tugging his tie loose and slipping it over his head. The silk fabric landed somewhere by his feet, but I couldn’t be bothered to care as he stood between my legs, practically begging me to tell him what I wanted.
The deep hazel of his eyes burned into mine as he slowly undid each button, nudging them through the eyeholes and slipping the material from his shoulders before letting it fall to the floor near the tie. “Is that right, fiancée? You’ll tell me everything, won’t you?”
My chest clenched, and I rubbed my fist between my breasts with his simply spoken words. They left me breathless—he left me breathless.
“I’ll date you proper, Jordan. We’ll go to fancy restaurants and walk downtown. I’ll send you flowers at the office and spoil you on your birthday. But right now?—”
His fingers gripped the bottom of my dress, edging the material to my waist, then guiding my hands to his shoulders so I could stand, giving him the leverage needed to bunch it above my waist. I raised my arms, breathing heavily while he was blocked from view and the fabric went over my head to be tossed near his discarded clothes. “Now, the only thing I need is to be completely lost inside of you. Fuck, woman. This body.”
His hands went to my shoulders, pushing me back down to sit on the edge of the bed before cupping my face and kissing me again. This one was reverent and contrasted with the heat radiating from his body and the fire in his eyes. Avery dragged his fingers down my neck and over the upper curve of my breasts before running his thumbs over my nipples.
They were so sensitive, and I blinked, leaning back onto my elbows, and allowing him complete access to my body. Looking at him through my lashes, I couldn’t help but think how beautiful he was—there wasn’t another word—his entire torso was a study in absolute perfection. From the harsh dips, the smooth curves, and the heart fluttering, filthy way, he looked with his belt undone and his pants resting on his hipbones. He had a body made for sex, and my fingers traced over the sparse hair and down to where it disappeared below his belly button.
I moved one hand to rest over his heart, and he laid his over mine, the soft thumping reassuring under my palm. With the other, I skimmed his taut stomach, smiling when his muscles twitched as I traced the hair on his navel before dipping lower.
“I should have stripped you bare in your office.”
“Oh? And why’s that?” I asked, leaning forward to dip my tongue into his belly button.
“Because I need to savor every inch of your sweet body, and I’m already dangerously close to finishing well before I have a chance to do that.”
Knowing how much I affected this man was a heady feeling, and one I’d love to explore later—but my immediate need was to get us naked as fast as possible with his body pressed deliciously into mine.
“I have a feeling this will be one of many times we’re naked. So, I’d worry less about performance and more about putting this to good use.” I let my hand coast over the thick bulge in his pants, then dug my heels into his thighs to pull him forward.
“One of many times, today, you mean.” He chuckled, pushing my hand away and stepping back to toe off his shoes. I braced my arms on the bed and sat up before flicking the front closure of my bra open and letting my breasts spill out.
“Oh yes,” I groaned, tossing the offending garment to the floor. “That’s a million percent better.”
“You are not helping.”
I giggled, running my hands along my swelling belly and then to my boobs, pushing them together to show Avery how much bigger they’d gotten.
“I’m not trying to help. I’m trying to entice you to take off those briefs and put that large cock to good use.”
“Far be it from me to not give in to my pregnant fiancée’s wishes. I do aim to please.”
He braced an arm on either side of my head and leaned down as I tangled my fingers in his hair. “And by the time I’m finished with you, the entire street will know you’re mine.”
He nipped along my jaw before burying his face against my throat with a deep growl. Somehow, without removing his mouth from my body, we made it to the headboard of his king-size bed, and I rested my head on a pillow. A heady rush of pure lust shot through my body as a bloom of heat spread between my legs, settling into my core with a dull, throbbing ache. I’d been ready for him since the moment he pulled out that ring—no—since the moment he entered my office, smug and assured.
My overheated skin prickled with the need for contact, and my panties were wet, ready to be peeled off my body and exposed to his gaze. Wanting to give him incentive to move quicker with his pursual of my pulse point, I widened my legs and pulled him closer. His chest expanded as his lungs filled and caused me to become hyper-aware of each of my senses.
The slide of his hands along my belly.
The clean aroma of his skin.
His heavy breathing and dilated pupils as he reverently gazed at my heavy breasts, nipples begging for attention.
The taste of his tongue against mine.
The absolute devotion on his face.
This moment was bigger than the night I conceived, and more important than I ever dared to imagine. There was no question, because we were exactly where we were meant to be, but the ramifications of moving forward made the air between us hazy.
“Avery. Please.” I needed him over me, and inside of me. If his briefs weren’t on the floor within the next minute, I’d spontaneously combust, bursting into flames.
“Please, sweet girl? Tell me, love. What would please you?”
“I need?—”
If I hadn’t felt my lips part, I’d swear that simpering plea had not come from my throat, but since my hips were cradling his narrow waist, rubbing myself against his cock, I knew it had been me who’d spoken.
“Just tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you.”
I found the elastic of his briefs, sliding my hands underneath the black material to cup him roughly. “This. I want this.”
Avery smirked and leaned back, resting on his thighs before sliding back and tucking a thumb into his waistband. He wasted no time in pulling them down, and I followed the motion, watching his cock bounce against his stomach.
“You know I’ll give you this,” he said, slowly stroking himself with one hand. “But there’s one thing I want first.”
“Fine. Yes. Anything,” I hissed, barely able to get the words out before he lunged forward and grasped the flimsy material of my panties and ripped them away from my body. One hand went to cover myself, but he chuffed and grabbed my hand, linking our fingers and staring at my wet, pink pussy. “I’m desperate to dip my tongue between your thighs and taste you, Jordan. Surely, you’ll allow me that first, will you?”
I widened my eyes and nodded, dragging my lower lip between my teeth as he let go of his cock and scooted further down the bed to settle between my legs. He rested his head on my thigh and traced shapes on my belly.
“I’m your daddy, little one,” he cooed. I tried and failed to close my legs, needing to ease the friction as his tone sent goose bumps along my skin. “And your mommy and I are going to love you and give you the most amazing life. I can’t wait to meet you, but for right now, I need you to ignore what happens for the next hour.”
“Hour?” I asked, carting a hand through his hair.
“At least, gorgeous.”
I opened my mouth to respond, but it came out as a strangled moan as dove in. His lips covered my clit, and he sucked.
Oh. Oh. The feeling of him between my legs had me wound so tight I felt I’d burst. Both hands went to his hair, and I pulled hard, grinding against his face and chasing my pleasure like it would disappear if I didn’t. As he ravished my pussy, it was clear his need matched mine. The only difference was that he’d hid it better. Each chuckle held back his desire, ready to be unleashed at the proper moment.
My hips were a frenzy of movements and my breath caught in my chest as we moved together. He used his large palms to spread my thighs wider. I was spinning wildly out of control—and he wasn’t even inside of me yet. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t do anything but feel the uncompromising pleasure that sparked with every swipe of his tongue through my folds.
Something beautiful was brewing, threatening to spill over and release into the universe. Just as spots danced in my vision and no words fell from my lips, the bubble burst, and wave after wave of bliss crashed over me. My hands let go of the sheets I’d fisted by my side and wrapped around his head, cradling his face to my pussy like he was my salvation. He hummed from between my legs, circling my clit with his tongue as I let go, reaching for him to anchor me to this world, fearful that I’d simply float away.
Perhaps in this moment, he was my anchor—bringing me back from the brink of oblivion as I came down from my orgasm with trembling thighs and sticky skin. Our fingers entwined before I slumped back onto the bed, my other hand blindly reaching for him to pull him close. He let me, moving to my lips and kissing me with a force proving we were far from finished.
“Avery.”
He hummed in response, lifting himself over me once again and tracing his tongue along my throat. “What is it?”
“More. So empty. Please.”
“I’ll always give you whatever you need.”
“I need you inside of me,” I cried, almost painfully hoarse from overexertion.
“Thank fuck. Your pussy is sweeter than the most exotic fruit, but I can’t wait a moment longer to claim you as my own.”
“I always have been, Avery,” I answered, propping myself on one elbow. “It just took something bigger than the two of us to make it official.”
He moved, sitting up from beside me to kneel between my thighs and drape my legs over his shoulders. “Are you ready?”
He positioned the head of his cock at my entrance, and I wiggled my hips to entice him to surge forward. When he did, I moaned with the stretch—with how well my body moved to accommodate him. I raised my arms above my head and closed my eyes, sighing with the sensation of being filled. He couldn’t loom over me, not with the prevalent bump of my stomach, but that didn’t stop him from grasping both ankles and moving roughly inside of me.
The headboard creaked against the wall as my hands went to my nipples, tweaking the sensitive peaks.
“Oh fuck. That’s right. Play with those tits for me, Jordan. Let me see them red and puckered. I’ll soothe them with my tongue afterward and suck on each one gently. But not yet.”
“Not yet?”
He groaned, tilting his head back and breathing heavily through his mouth. Sweat dotted his brow, and I chased a rogue drop that slid along his cheek and toward his jaw, loving how well we moved together. One of his hands left my ankle to grasp my ass, as his thrusts went from measured and controlled to faster and erratic.
Our hips moved in tandem as my body tightened, and he released my other ankle to run a knuckle along my clit. My entire body jerked under his ministrations, almost sobbing with the need to come again.
“Are you close? Please. Fuck. Tell me you’re close.”
“I am. Just like that. You’re going to make me come.”
“Yeah? Are you going to soak my sheets as this cock and these fingers make you come? Where would you like it?”
I opened my eyes, noticing how his gaze locked on to where we were joined, watching as his cock pistoned in and out of my eager body. Even though he continued to play my body like the finest symphony, he knew I liked to have control. By giving me the choice, he understood me at a deeper level than anyone ever had.
“In me. I want you to come in me.” I moaned, releasing my nipples to fist the bedsheets again.
“Yes. I’m there. Come with me.”
I wanted to answer, to whisper more filthy promises and flirty demands, but my body wouldn’t corporate. It froze and shattered around his length before he fell forward, bracing his arms on either side of my head to keep from putting all his weight onto my belly. This relentless orgasm shattered through us, blurring the lines between our bodies until we were indistinguishable, yet knowing our individual fragments would recombine to create something uniquely ours.
His head dropped to my chest, and I cradled him as we caught our breath, the silence comforting. A minute later, or perhaps an hour, we moved together, adjusting on his bed until my back pressed against his front. One hand found mine while the other glided over my belly, the soothing motion almost coaxing me to sleep.
“Let’s rest, love, because we still have some unfinished business to handle when we wake.”
I tilted my head, wondering what he could mean when his arm tightened, and I heard the grin behind his words. “You weren’t nearly loud enough for me, and I plan to remedy that.”
I smirked, my stomach shaking with amusement as I drifted to sleep, knowing I needed a nap before I’d let him fulfill that promise.
The End