Chapter 14 #3
I returned his satisfied grin and leaned back, gliding myself against him. I wasn’t the most coordinated with my movements, but he seemed to understand, grasping my hips and helping me ride him.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “You’re so damn sexy riding me.”
He relinquished one of my hips and reached between us, playing with my clit. I let out a startled yelp, but soon found pleasure in his fingers. I readjusted myself to sit up and watch him as best I could. His teeth dug into his bottom lip as he thrust his hips up into me.
He looked so sexy disappearing into me. I could see his abs contract. It was a sight to behold; one I wouldn’t soon forget. I didn’t know how our morning went from working on our individual tasks, to me bawling, laughing, and bawling again, and now this, but I wasn’t complaining.
He seemed so lost in watching me that he didn’t realize I was starting to flag. It was hard to hold myself up and concentrate on staying astride him, especially this heavily pregnant. It was just one more adjustment, the bigger I became.
As if he realized I wasn’t gyrating on him as much, he finally looked up and frowned. “Shit, I’m sorry, Blake. This position must be hard on you.”
“I wish it wasn’t,” I pouted. “I love riding you.”
He chuckled before sitting up and helping me dismount. “Lay back, mon trésor. It’s my turn to take care of you.”
“You were already taking care of me,” I groused, rolling onto my back.
“Let me take care of you some more,” he insisted as he reached out to adjust a few of the pillows.
He gently tapped my butt and instructed me, “Lift.”
I did my best, and he positioned the pillows under my backside. “Let me know if this gets uncomfortable.”
I wiggled slightly and realized, oddly enough, that I was comfortable. If anything, it seemed to relieve some of the tension in my hips. “I feel fine,” I reassured him.
He wickedly grinned before leaning down to kiss me. “Good.”
His mouth moved over mine before he slipped his tongue into my mouth. He leaned over me, bracing one hand on my face. We spent a few minutes like that, just enjoying the pleasure of deep, intoxicating kisses.
When he pulled away, I sighed against his lips, and I could hear his labored breathing echoing mine. I closed my eyes, relishing the intoxicating effects of his sensuous lips. My eyes opened as I felt his fingers swipe against my sex.
I looked up at his face and noticed the smug grin. I was sure he was pleased to realize that I was still very much wet and ready to continue. In fact, his mouth had only made me hotter for him.
I sassed, “Yes, I’m still wet, so give it to me.”
He let out a low chuckle before he did as I commanded.
I groaned loudly when he slid back into me.
His movements were nearly painfully slow at first, but that was the way he started out.
Soon, he was thrusting into me with wild abandon.
At this angle, with my hips raised, I could easily see him disappear in and out of me, a feat I hadn’t been able to accomplish as I grew larger.
I felt myself getting wetter at the erotic sight. I realized that, in his position, he could easily see how his cock disappeared in and out of me, but I wondered if he would find it more stimulating from my perspective.
It was my turn to instruct him. “Jump me.”
His eyes widened slightly before his nostrils flared.
He was so adept at his art that he could easily jump a person, and they would never know he was there, how long he stayed, or what he had done in their absence.
However, this time, when he jumped, he purposefully did a partial jump so I could feel his presence, just as he had felt mine.
I watched Lincoln’s eyes flare as they met mine.
I could see how much it turned him on, watching from my view.
His movements became more frenzied, and I felt my impending orgasm.
I hid a knowing smile as I decided to introduce him to my bag of tricks.
I engaged my gifts and smiled when he began to let out a litany of curses.
“You’re gonna make me come,” he groaned.
“Good,” I breathlessly responded. “Because I’m so close.”
He reached between us once more and began to rub my clit.
The combination of his deft movements and his deep, hard thrusts was enough for me to begin to feel the unraveling from deep within.
I felt the rise of my orgasm and couldn’t help but scream when I went over the edge.
It was like free-falling in the sky with no parachute as the air left my lungs.
Bright lights exploded behind my lids, and I felt immeasurable pleasure deep within.
I’m pretty sure I had died for a few seconds there. The sound of our heavy breathing and the gentle kisses Lincoln peppered across my sweat-slicked skin revived me. I slowly opened my eyes to notice the total contentment on his face and the adoring look shining in his eyes.
“I love you,” I softly informed him, reaching out to run my thumb along his bottom lip.
I saw his eyes flare with pleasure before a soft, pleased smile spread across his lips. “It’s about damn time you told me, woman.”
I let out a strangled noise of shock before I began to laugh.
He let out a sound of surprise and chagrin when he was dislodged from my body.
I hadn’t even realized he was still in my body, but I did feel how our combined liquids escaped from me.
I couldn’t decide if I found it amusing or if I was disgusted by the whole thing.
“Eww, gross!” I laughed. “And you could have said it first.”
He gave me a cocky smirk before sitting up.
He lifted my hips with one hand, with zero strain, while maneuvering the pillows out from under me.
He tossed them off the bed. “Those will need to be cleaned,” he said, almost to himself, before looking down at me.
“I’m going to get something to clean you up, don’t move.
” He playfully reached out to smack the side of my thighs.
“I’ve told you I loved you at least a thousand times in my head since the moment I met you. ”
I let out a sarcastic laugh before rolling over onto my side.
I couldn’t help but watch him move across the room to the bathroom.
He was so confident in his skin, and he had every right to be.
He was a work of art. If I was a sculptor, he would be my muse.
He had a nice backside, and I loved watching it as he walked away from me.
“You couldn’t stand me at first,” I reminded him before stifling a yawn.
Suddenly, I felt very tired and ready for a nap. My emotional rollercoaster and amazing orgasm had left me pleasantly sated and exhausted. My restless nights’ sleep seemed to have caught up with me. All I wanted to do was close my eyes for a little while.
He came out of the bathroom carrying a washcloth and a sexy grin. “Nah. When I first felt you jump me, I was pissed, but then I realized there had to be a reason why you kept jumping me. When I reciprocated as Jace, I began to become smitten.
“When we finally met, I was already halfway to loving you. Like I said, I loved the way you challenged me and saw the person underneath.”
He tenderly reached down to clean me up, and I couldn’t resist kissing him when his face hovered above mine. He laughed against my lips before deepening our kiss. “I love you, Blake Thomas, and I’m a lucky man to be your connection.”
My heart melted at all the sweetness he was exhibiting. “I’m the lucky one,” I insisted before shifting.
I frowned as one of the babies decided to move. I lied, it was less of a shift and more like a death roll. Either they were in there preparing to learn how to wrestle alligators, or they were attempting to use their bodies like battering rams to escape their tight confines.
I barely realized Lincoln had joined me on the bed and spooned his front to my back.
He placed a broad palm against the moving twin.
“Damn, mon trèsor, that doesn’t even look comfortable.
” His words were grim, but I couldn’t help but notice his pleased grin when one of the twins decided to deliver a vicious kick to his hand.
To be honest, I didn’t think it was a foot at all. There were times I swore I could identify the body parts attempting to break free. That last jab was either made by a knee or an elbow.
“That’s the karate kid,” I ruefully stated. “Pretty sure Troy will be pleased if he finds out that one’s his, especially since that one likes to deliver knee and elbow jabs.”
“It’s so damn fascinating feeling them move.” His grin faded. “I’m sorry they bring you so much discomfort.”
I gave a careless shrug before a slow smile stretched my lips. “I was just whining about it, but most of the time it is an amazing experience. I find it so fascinating just watching what they can do. And I love the fact that you guys can now feel them. I love sharing this journey with all of you.”
He leaned down, grabbed one of the throws from the foot of the bed, and spread it over us.
“I never thought of children before you, to be honest. Hailey was enough for me. I could never imagine finding a woman I would want that type of commitment with. Then I met you, and the moment I found out you were pregnant, I became excited. I don’t even care if one of them isn’t mine. In my heart, they are mine.”
He lay down behind me once more and placed his hand back on my belly. I could tell he was hoping to feel them move again. A gentler kick met his palm, and another ecstatic smile lit his features. I felt warm tears fill my eyes at how loving he was being.
He seemed so enthralled by the calm movements.
“Is it weird that I think I can already tell they have two very distinct personalities by the way they shift? One seems almost violent in their actions, as if they can’t wait to break free, while the other seems content to just be.
When that baby moves, he or she almost seems mindful of me and their twin. ”
He met my gaze, and a small frown curved his lips as he tenderly reached up to wipe away a stray tear with his thumb.
“Ignore me,” I reassured him. “I’m just happy to see you happy. I promise another hormonal meltdown isn’t on the horizon.”
His grin reappeared. “I am beyond happy. I’ve never known happiness like this or even believed it was possible.”
I grasped his hand and placed it back on my bump, lower than the last time. “This is our gentle twin,” I hypothesized. I then placed his hand a little lower and on the opposite side. “This is Karate Kid, or KK.”
He chuckled before moving his palms back and forth. “With any other woman, I would question your judgment, but I have a feeling you may be right.”
I yawned again, unable to stifle it.
“Sleep, mama. I’m going to talk to our babies for a little while, then join you,” he instructed.
I wanted to argue with him. I was enjoying our time together and wanted to talk to him some more.
It seemed rare that I ever got any real time with my guys without life interrupting.
I yawned again, preparing to fight my fatigue, but it was as if he had the gift of compelling when I felt my lids get heavy.
As I drifted off to sleep, I could hear his dulcet tones speaking to the babies, and I couldn’t help but smile as I fell into slumber.