Runaway - Chapter 45
Miller rowed the boat out slowly as if he was worried I might burst.
“He’s not coming today,” I said. I propped my bare feet up on one of the benches.
Everything hurt. Miller was not at all excited about the idea of bare feet on the wooden rowboat.
But I swore if I tried to put on shoes I’d cry.
Besides, the summer heat was finally here.
I was unbearably hot. And my stomach was unbearably large, despite the fact that my son wasn’t due for another month.
“You keep saying ‘he.’ I swear we’re having a girl.”
“I don’t think so.” I put my hand over the edge of the boat, letting my fingertips glide over the water.
Miller rowed a little farther until we were in the middle of our small lake. I loved coming out here. When all I could really hear was the water. I closed my eyes. It reminded me of the beach house. It reminded me of falling in love with Miller.
I put my hand on my stomach when I felt a kick. “Henry’s kicking again.”
Miller groaned. “We’re not naming our kid after a tomato plant.”
“But…”
“You’ve named every single one of your plants Henry. Or Henry Junior. Or Henry VIII, which I’m not fond of at all. It’s not happening.”
“Henry is a really good name. Our Henry won’t kill all his wives. Besides, all my Henrys live now.”
“The baby is healthy. You have nothing to worry about.” He reached over and placed his hand on my stomach. Henry kicked him immediately.
“He’s trying to tell you to stop trying to rename him,” I said.
Miller smiled and removed his hand from my stomach. “You really want to name our kid after a tomato plant?”
“Yes. Like I said…all my plants live now. I want Henry to have a long and healthy life.” Despite what Miller always told me, sometimes I still worried I was bad luck.
I didn’t want that to extend to my child.
I needed him alive and healthy. I couldn’t wait to meet him.
I already protected him fiercely. Especially his rightful name.
“Not all of your plants live,” Miller said. “How would you feel if a deer bit Henry’s head off?”
I put my arm protectively around my stomach. “Nunca.”
Miller raised his eyebrow at me. “He’s not a plant. He’s a baby.”
I looked down at my stomach. Of course Miller had a point.
But I’d been calling the baby Henry in my mind for months now.
He felt like a Henry to me. And I liked watching him grow just like I liked watching my plants grow.
“Wait.” I looked back up at Miller. “You just said he . Does that mean you finally agree we’re having a boy? ”
Miller laughed. “No. It’s definitely a girl. Which makes this conversation moot. What do you think about Chloe?”
I’d already vetoed a bunch of Miller’s names. But I actually liked that one. I looked down at my stomach. “There’s just one problem with that suggestion. Henry is a boy. Not a girl.”
“You’re impossible.”
I laughed. “Henry is the stubborn one, not me.”
“Sure.” He smiled back at me. The same smile he always gave me. He still looked at me like I was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. Even when I was as big as a whale.
I felt my cheeks flush as I looked out over the water. “I really do like the name Chloe.”
“Me too. And if this one isn’t a girl, maybe the next one will be.”
I turned back to face him. “How are you already thinking about Henry #2 when Henry #1 hasn’t arrived yet?”
He laughed. “No way are we naming both our kids Henry.”
I loved that Miller thought about the future. A future with me. “We could fill this whole little boat with Henrys.”
“We will continue this very important discussion when you’re being more reasonable.”
I laughed.
“Are you and Henry hungry?” Miller asked. He opened up the lid of the picnic basket. This time he’d packed it. And I had no idea what was inside.
“Always.”
He laughed. “I have just the thing.” He pulled out a bowl filled to the brim with watermelon.
“You’re my favorite human,” I said and grabbed the bowl from him. I’d been craving watermelon during this pregnancy like crazy. During the winter that was not a great thing, because it was impossible to find. But now? I grabbed a fork and took a bite. Holy, juicy, watermelon goodness.
“Fuck, Brooklyn.”
“What?” I stared down at the front of his swim trunks that were visibly tenting. I smiled to myself and then looked back up at him.
“You’re doing that moaning thing again.”
I laughed. “I am not.”
“You are too. Ever since you started showing.” He put his hand on my protruding tummy. “You make the most sexual noises when you eat. Especially when you’re eating watermelon.”
“I do not.” We’d been over this before. I was most certainly not moaning when I ate watermelon.
“Yes. You do.”
“I do not.” Fine, maybe I knew I was moaning.
And maybe I really liked his reaction to it.
But it was completely involuntary. Watermelon just did something to me.
So did the sight of Miller getting aroused.
I craved watermelon while I was pregnant.
But I craved him most of all. My hormones were insane.
If I could have stayed in bed for the past few months getting railed by him, I would have dropped everything in a heartbeat.
But I had no idea why he was turned on. I was huge and I’d been running around barefoot like a barbarian for months.
I forgot about everything else as he leaned forward and kissed me. I buried my fingers in his hair.
“I love you,” he said, kissing my chin, my throat, between my breasts. He kept going lower and kissed the top of my stomach, but he was looking right at me. “You’re so beautiful.”
I swallowed hard. “Stop making fun of me.”
“I’m not.” He kissed my stomach again. “You’re gorgeous.
” He kissed me lower, pulling down the front of my bikini bottoms. I hadn’t gotten any new bathing suits.
So I just had a huge pregnant tummy sticking out of a bikini that should have been sexy but was most certainly not.
And yet…he was looking at me like he desired me.
He lowered his head more, disappearing from my view beneath my stomach.
But I felt his warm breath where I was dying for him to touch me.
“Beautiful,” he whispered and then ran his tongue slowly along my clit.
Jesus.
His tongue was slow. His lips slower. Like he knew he was driving me insane.
And I was too overheated for this. Too turned on. Too impatient. I needed his cock inside of me. I thought about it all the time. Foreplay be damned. I didn’t need it.
“Please. Miller,” I groaned.
“Brooklyn.” He kissed the inside of my thigh.
No! He was going the wrong way! I shifted, trying to push him back so I could get on top of him. But I was a lot bigger than I normally was. And the weight made the boat tilt to the side. A lot. So much so that it tipped and we toppled off the side.
I laughed as I came up for air. The water was freezing but it felt amazing. I started laughing harder. “I’m so big I knocked over the whole boat.”
“It’s not a cruise ship,” Miller said with a laugh. “It’s a small rowboat.”
“Still.”
We both treaded water as we stared at each other.
“I don’t think it was your weight that caused the boat to tip. It was definitely your insatiable appetite.”
“No! My watermelon!” I was about to swim back over to the boat to see if I could salvage anything, but Miller caught my ankle, pulling me back toward him.
“I didn’t mean for watermelon. But I’ll get you more later.” He put his hands under my ass, lifting me up to the surface so I was floating. “I meant your sexual appetite.”
I tried to move but he shifted his hand to my waist so I’d stay still. “Float. I promise it’ll make you feel better.”
I sighed and let the sun hit my face and stomach.
I wasn’t good at floating. But for some reason I had no trouble today.
Maybe having a pregnant belly made it easier or something.
Either way, Miller was right. This felt amazing.
My knees hurt from the extra weight. My feet were swollen.
Hell, everything hurt. But floating here made me feel so much better.
“Relax,” Miller whispered.
He didn’t have to tell me. I was already relaxed.
But then I felt his fingers push the fabric between my legs to the side. “Relax,” he whispered again. “Let me take care of you.”
God, how was I supposed to relax when he… fuck.
His thumb traced slow circles around my clit before he slipped it inside of me.
I swore I would have started to sink, but he put his free hand back on my ass, lifting me back to the surface.
“Relax.” His hot breath in my ear was driving me almost as wild as his thumb.
“Miller…”
“Sh.” His teeth gently bit down on my earlobe. “You’re so fucking sexy like this.”
I wasn’t. I couldn’t possibly be. But his thumb was driving me too insane to care. Tracing slow circles inside of me.
I swore it felt like I was floating on clouds. I didn’t feel uncomfortable because of my pregnant belly. All I felt was the coolness of the water, Miller’s hot breath as he licked behind my ear, and his thumb. God, his hands were almost as amazing as his mouth.
“Relax,” he whispered again, his teeth digging into my earlobe until it almost hurt.
He started moving his thumb slowly in and out of me, spreading my juices across my clit.
“Come for me, gorgeous. Just like this.” His thumb lazily slipped back inside of me.
It was the slowest torture. This warm feeling spreading in my stomach. His fingers splayed across my ass cheeks as he thrust his thumb all the way inside of me.
I felt myself clenching around him.
He groaned into my ear, like this was the sexiest thing he’d ever witnessed. And I hadn’t even touched him. But I was certainly about to. As soon as the stars in my eyes disappeared. And I could catch my breath.
My butt started sinking back down. “My turn,” I said and tried to turn toward him, reaching for his erection.
He pushed my ass back up. “Just float, Brooklyn.”
“But…”
“Trust me, I’ll let you suck my cock later.” He kissed the side of my jaw. “But right now, just relax.”
I laughed and stared up at the clouds. This truly was amazing. But I think he was underestimating just how badly I wanted his cock in the back of my throat. I’d just cum and yet I was so horny I could scream.
“Relax,” he whispered.
“Only if you do that thing again.”
He pushed the fabric to the side and started the slow torture all over again.
God, I was going to give him the best blowjob ever later.