Chapter 37 I’m Getting Jealous
I’M GETTING JEALOUS
DEREK
Paige said yes because it ‘made sense.’
Those words had been circling my brain for weeks now, even though I was over the moon about her agreement.
Maybe I was moving too fast. We went from fake dating to fake engagement to actual dating the moment her divorce was finalized, and barely months later, we were preparing for marriage.
Am I rushing her? Pushing her into something she isn’t ready for?
But she was carrying my baby. Our baby. And I wanted—no, I needed—to make it official.
I stared at my laptop screen with Lily sitting perched on my lap, her tiny hands grabbing at my keyboard, babbling nonsense that I found infinitely more interesting than my work.
Working from home was supposed to be productive. Instead, I spent the last hour browsing forums about being a new dad while Lily occasionally ‘helped’ by smashing the space bar.
“Do you think I should learn how to cook more dishes?” I asked her, scrolling through a thread about prenatal care. “Your mom needs proper nutrition.”
Lily stared at me with big blue eyes and babbled something that sounded almost like agreement. Or maybe she was just trying to eat my pen. Hard to tell with her.
“I think so too,” I nodded seriously. “Maybe some massage techniques as well, right? For when her back hurts.”
Lily’s attention had shifted. She grabbed my mouse, ready to throw it on the floor, but I carefully pried it from her tiny fingers before she could.
“Nice try, troublemaker,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. She smelled like baby shampoo and Cheerios, making my chest warm. “I think I should start putting aside more funds for college. For you and your baby sibling.”
We tried to keep Paige’s pregnancy quiet because we wanted to have some time just for us before everyone else got involved.
But my mom had figured it out within days, probably from the way I was hovering over Paige like she was made of glass.
And once Mom knew, Sean knew. And once Sean knew, Chelsea knew.
And then Emma, and then... well, everyone in our friend group knows now.
So we decided to tie the knot before the baby arrived.
But I didn’t want to marry Paige because it made sense. I wanted to marry her because I loved her for decades and couldn’t imagine a future without her in it.
The sound of the front door opening pulled me from my thoughts.
“In here!” I said, already closing my laptop.
Paige appeared in the doorway of my study, and the sight of her stole my breath the way it always did. She was glowing. Literally glowing with the pregnancy radiance people always talked about made her skin luminous and eyes bright.
She looked happy and relaxed.
“How was brunch?” I asked, but I was already standing, already moving toward her.
“It was nice. The girls send their love. Emma’s already planning the baby shower even though I told her it’s too early—” She stopped mid-sentence when she saw Lily had fallen asleep against my shoulder, her little head lolling and mouth slightly open. “Oh, she’s out.”
She was awake seconds ago. Maybe talking to her about work and pre-natal care had made her sleepy.
“Just dozed off,” I whispered. “Give me two minutes to put her down.”
I laid Lily in her crib with practiced ease and returned to find Paige still standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame and watching me with a soft expression.
“Hi,” I said, suddenly feeling like a teenager with his first crush.
“Hi,” she repeated with a small smile.
My hands found her waist as I pulled her close. Her arms slid around my neck, her body fitting against mine like it was made for this exact spot.
“I missed you,” I murmured against her hair.
“I was gone for three hours.”
“Three hours is too long.”
She laughed softly, the sound vibrating through both our bodies, and tilted her face up to mine. Her lips were slightly parted, her eyes warm with affection, and it made my pulse race.
I kissed her, it was a slow and deep kiss to tell her how much I loved her. How terrified I was of losing her and how grateful I was that she was here, in my arms, carrying our child, about to become my wife.
Even if it only made sense.
When we finally broke apart, we were both breathless and I was hard. Her cheeks were flushed and judging by the look in her eyes, I knew she felt me.
I scooped her up and carried her straight to the couch, and had her beneath me before she could kick off her heels.
“Again?” she laughed, since we had a quickie before she left. But she was arching up to me, and I knew she wanted it as much as I did.
“Always,” I growled, stripping her sundress over her head. Her bra and panties followed, and I threw them across the floor. She pulled down my zipper, my cock throbbing, ready to slide into her, but her phone started ringing in her purse.
We both ignored it as I dropped to my knees, spreading her thighs wide. My mouth watered at the sight of her glistening pink folds.
Before I could dive into the sweetest heaven, her phone rang again.
“It could be important,” she whispered.
I sighed dramatically, but fetched it for her. The screen flashed with his name. Jack.
My jaw clenched. I had unblocked him since he was being civil after the court hearing. Because he knew if he didn’t, I’d never let him see Paige or Lily ever again.
Paige frowned but answered. “Hello?”
Seeing her naked and sprawled on my couch talking to her ex-husband made me feel daring. So I spread her thighs again, trailing hot kisses up the soft skin until my lips brushed her soaked pussy.
Paige squirmed, trying to shove me away, and whispered, “Derek!”
I didn’t move. Instead, I licked her slow and deep, tongue parting her slicked folds and drinking every drop of her sweetness.
She murmured ‘uh-huh’ and ‘yes’ into the phone to whatever the fuck Jack was saying.
Her breathing hitched and voice pitched higher when I gently played with her clit. Her hazel eyes went wide, silently begging me to stop.
I pulled back and whispered, “Come for me. Let your ex hear every filthy moan he never earned. Let him know exactly how I make this perfect cunt cum.”
She clenched hard around my tongue, a muffled whimper escaping. I chuckled softly, the vibration making her hips buck.
I stroked myself once, twice and snatched the phone from her hand. Her eyes flew wide in panic when I hit the speaker.
“How long are you planning to keep talking to her?” I drawled. “I’m getting jealous.”
Jack paused and realized that I was in the room with her. “Shut the fuck up, Peterson—”
I smirked at Paige, who looked flushed, dripping with pleasure, and looking absolutely mortified, trying to take her phone back.
“Anything else you need, Jack?” I asked. “Or would you like to listen while I fuck my soon-to-be wife senseless?”
“What the fuck?”
“I’ll take that as a no.”
“Listen to me, you piece of shi—”
I ended the call mid-sentence.
Paige glared up at me. “That was rude.”
I nudged my cock against her entrance, sliding through her slick heat. She gasped, the sound so fucking erotic, I might have exploded in seconds if I didn’t control myself.
“Forgive me?” I asked, thrusting hard and deep.
Hearing her soft moans, I might have been forgiven. If not, I knew a lot of ways I could apologize to her on my knees with my tongue, mouth and fingers.
We fucked fast with her nails digging into my shoulders, my hips slamming into hers as the couch creaked beneath us. Every drag of my cock dragging a moan from her throat, her tight walls milking me until we came together, our gasps echoing in the living room.
“Think I can still knock you up again?” I said, kissing her damp shoulder. “Make it twins this time?”
She smacked my arm, laughing breathlessly. “Behave.”
I grinned against her skin.
Never.