Chapter 25
Haddy
My back arches off the bed, and I see stars.
Gavin’s head is between my thighs, and holy shit, fuck me, he’s so good at this. My fingers thread in his shaggy hair, and I pull… pull… pull…
“Oh, God!” My thighs jerk and shake, and the top of my head is on fire.
Orgasm races through my body, and he doesn’t stop. His lips pull my clit into his mouth, and his warm tongue circles right on it until my back bows, jerking me forward.
“Yes…” My voice is ragged, and I’m somewhere between laughing and screaming.
Until I’m squirming, unable to take anymore. I’m too sensitive, but he’s not finished.
Rising onto his knees, my stomach twists in anticipation. My eyes fall to his thick cock, long and hard in his hands. A whimper slips from my throat as he draws closer, and I lift my legs, holding my knees for him. I want this so much, and he doesn’t make me wait.
He drags it up and down my pussy before lining it up with my core. “You’re dripping. Just like you need to be.”
A gentle nudge is followed by a forceful drive. A gasp catches in my throat, and the sting is as erotic as the sensation of fullness.
“Oh, shit,” I gasp, moving my hips to adjust to his size. “It’s so big.”
At the Halloween party, when I saw him fully naked for the first time, my stomach dipped. His cock is so big and hard and thick, I didn’t know if it was going to fit, and it was a little terrifying… but also exciting.
Here we are today. I’m pregnant, and all I want is him to get inside me and make me see stars.
“You’re doing so good, Princess.” He leans forward to kiss my cheek, tracing kisses to my ear and sending chills through my body. “Relax and take it.”
“Yes,” I gasp, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, covering his neck with my mouth as I wrap my legs around his waist to pull him deeper into me.
He turns, sealing our mouths together in such a possessive way. I love the way he kisses me, like I’m the air he needs to breathe.
Gavin Knight loves me like I’ve never been loved. Rough, possessive, yet careful like I’m so precious. I never knew it was possible to be taken and cherished at the same time.
He breaks our kiss, grunting as he thrusts faster, and every deep hit flashes light behind my closed eyes. Fire races through my stomach. He finds a place inside me I didn’t know existed, and it’s electric. It’s mind-altering. I exhale a primal moan as intense orgasm takes hold.
Digging my fingers into his hard shoulders, I pull him closer to press my teeth against his skin. His face hovers just above mine as he groans in ecstasy. A drop of sweat lines his cheek, and I lick it away, savoring his saltiness on my tongue.
He smells fresh like soap and sultry like leather. He’s amazing. He’s everything.
The way he pressed his face against my stomach, kissing my abdomen and whispering words of love to our baby melted me completely. My eyes heated, and the words I love you appeared in my brain as I watched him. It was there, fully formed, but I can’t say it out loud yet.
He groans, thrusting harder. “Feels so good. Fuck, you’re so good.”
When he comes, his muscles tense. His hips hold, and a shuddered groan ripples through his stomach and chest. It’s so sexy. I feel him pulsing, filling me.
My mouth is on his neck, and I suck and pull the skin. It makes him groan and pulse deeper inside me. When I break away with a little smack, a mark is left behind, and satisfaction warms my stomach. I’ve never done that before him. Now I’ve done it twice.
I’ve marked him. He belongs to me.
He cups the back of my head in his palm, tilting my face so he can cover my mouth with his. Our lips chase each other’s, and our tongues curl together. He’s still buried deep inside me, and we’re panting, coming down together.
“Fuck, Princess, you’re like a drug.” His arms go around my back, dragging me higher onto his bed without pulling out. “I can’t get enough.”
I exhale a satisfied sigh, resting my cheek against his chest. I couldn’t agree more, and his large hands cover my back, sliding up to my shoulders before surrounding me in the most amazing hug. I’m practically hidden, so secure in his embrace.
For a moment, we only breathe together, every part of our bodies melting, skin against skin. I’ve never been so calm, so peaceful.
My breathing returns to normal, and he leans down to kiss the top of my shoulder. I lift my chin to meet his eyes.
He blinks, sliding a piece of hair off my cheek with his thumb. “It kills me to see you cry.”
His voice is low, tingling in my belly.
“I’ve forgotten why I was crying.” Mine is soft and high in comparison.
A smile lifts his cheeks as he huffs a laugh. “Peepee had to go home?”
“Oh, right.” I nod, wrinkling my nose.
“I’ll get you another dog. Say the word, and it’s done.”
“I think we should have a baby instead.”
Another deep chuckle thrills my insides, and he blinks slowly. “If you say so.”
Rolling me onto my back, he kisses the top of my shoulder before standing, placing a hand on my hip and telling me not to move. My knees fall together, and I melt a little more at the sight of his perfectly toned ass flexing as he walks across the room to the door.
He peeks out, making sure the coast is clear before going to the bathroom quickly. When he returns, he’s holding a damp washcloth, which he uses to clean us up. Then he pulls back the blankets and we scoot beneath them facing each other.
We don’t speak immediately. We only gaze at each other like lovesick puppies. I put my hand on the top of his chest, and he reaches out to trace his thumb over the top of my brow.
“I told Maverick I wanted to ask you out.”
“What did he say?”
“He suggested I invite you to our charity gala next weekend. It’s to help pay for repairs at the planetarium.”
“That sounds fun. Will there be a space theme?”
“I’m not sure, but you know I love your Princess Leia outfit.”
I lean closer, whispering. “Your Han Solo costume makes me ovulate.”
“I guess I know what I’m wearing.” His eyebrow arches, and my stomach tingles.
I stretch closer, kissing his lips through a contented sigh. I’m so happy to be back in his arms, to have him smile at me, his blue eyes so full of love.
“I bet I can find something you’ll like.”
“I like what you’re wearing right now.” It’s a low rumble, and the tingles turn to heat filtering through my inner thighs, all the way to my toes.
Arching my back, I put my hands on his cheeks, pressing my lips to his. He rolls me onto my back, kissing my jaw, making his way down my neck, and I exhale deeply, surrendering to his possession.
“Echoes of Galileo” is the theme of the gala, and I’m wearing a flowing white dress with a scooped neck and a large silver necklace, similar to what Princess Leia wore at the end of “A New Hope.” It’s a fancier version of my Halloween costume, which makes my insides all zippy at the thought.
Good thing you can’t get pregnant twice.
It’s not a very forgiving dress, and I spread my hands over my stomach, checking every angle in the full-length mirror to be sure I don’t look pregnant.
At this point, I haven’t popped. None of my clothes fit, and I’m thick in the middle, but I’ve been hiding it in leggings and oversized sweaters. I can’t hide my chubby cheeks and bigger boobs, so I’ve been making a big show of eating my breakfast in front of Gigi and Mav.
The baby books suggest raiding your husband’s closet at this stage of pregnancy, and while I’d love to wear Gavin’s clothes, I think the husband envisioned in that advice wasn’t a six-foot-two hockey player.
Walking down the stairs, I try not to blush when Gigi squeals and Mav grins, nodding.
“Our little girl is all grown up,” he quips.
He’s dressed in a traditional black suit with a light purple shirt and dark purple tie for the Champions colors. He looks very handsome, but my eyes search for my man.
Gavin stands with his shoulder propped against the doorjamb leading into the kitchen. He’s wearing black slacks and a black tee with a brown suede bomber jacket on top and a cocky smirk curling his lips.
It’s not quite Han Solo, but it’s pretty damn close. His dark hair is shaggy around his head, and when our eyes meet, I feel something distinctly like a baby kicking inside my stomach.
The books all say we’re right in the zone of the baby’s first movements. I want to tell him so badly. I want to grab his hand and press it to my stomach, but I have to settle for smiling as my eyes heat with happy tears.
Don’t cry, pregnant Haddy! I internally scold myself. How would I possibly explain that?
“Y’all look so good,” Gigi gushes. “I wish I was going now.”
“Dude.” Mav’s shoulders drop, and his dark brows pull together. “I could have totally hooked you up if you’d said something. Donovan asked—”
“It’s okay!” She cries, waving to the three of us. “Stand by the fireplace so I can take a picture to send the family. Or would it be better outside under the trees? Or on the patio under the twinkle lights!”
Her green eyes widen, but Mav puts his foot down. “The car is waiting outside, Gina. Just take it by the fireplace.”
“You are going to have to get over that attitude when you have kids of your own,” she fusses.
“I’ll worry about that when it happens, now get it done.”
Pictures taken, Gavin pulls my hand into the crook of his arm, leaning closer. “You’re gorgeous, Princess.”
“So are you, my knight.” I rise on my tiptoes to kiss his cheek, and his expression changes slightly.
It’s almost like me saying those words hits him differently tonight. My chest squeezes and the other three words I’ve been thinking over and over since our reunion night press hard against my lips.
The gala is at the Griffith Observatory, and the entire place is decorated like a 1960s space event with shiny silver accents, planetary table toppers, silver balloons, and rockets.
Maverick’s date meets us at the door. She’s a blonde in a gorgeous red dress. Gav tells me she’s one of the reporters who covers the team, but he doesn’t think it’s serious.
I’m not so sure his date got that message when I see the way she looks at him. Sometimes I don’t think Maverick understands the power he has over women.
Flashes go off nonstop as we walk up the red-carpeted stairs. The guys pause, nodding and giving friendly smiles to all the photographers shouting their names.
They yell “Princess Leia” at me, and while I haven’t encountered photographers at this level in my pageant career, I’ve definitely been trained in how to stand. Shoulders square, hand on hip, smile slowly, side to side.
The guys are the celebrities at this event, and I’m happy to fade to the background so they can have all the attention. A man in a black tux with a black shirt beneath shakes Maverick’s hand then pulls Gav in for a photo with his arms over both their shoulders.
“The dream team,” he shouts to the photographers, and the flashes go crazy.
Gav finally breaks away from the line, catching my hand in his and hustling up the steps. “You’re going to love this.”
I follow him deeper into the observatory, holding his arm so I don’t fall as I look up and all around the iconic structure.
“Check it out.” He pulls my back to his chest, wrapping his arms over mine. “The Tesla coil.”
My lips press into a smile, and I nod. “I love this place. It’s in all my favorite movies.”
“Which ones?” He steps back, sliding his hand down my wrist to hold my hand again.
He’s so playful and happy, and as we walk through the ivory-marble hallways, it’s like I’m in one of them.
“I don’t know,” I shrug. “Rebel Without a Cause, LaLa Land, The Terminator…”
“The Terminator?” he laughs, frowning.
“I’ll be back!” I lean into his chest.
We step up to the large, circular portal to watch the pendulum clock swinging below. Above us is the mural of the four winds, and I can almost hear the music playing from LaLa Land. It’s like a magical dream.
“Mav told me your mom is kind-of an old movie buff?”
“Kind of?” My voice rises, and I laugh. “It’s her passion.”
He walks around the viewing station to pull me closer to his chest. “I’d like to kiss you right now, Princess.”
“I’ll allow it.” I smile, tilting my chin higher.
He presses his warm lips to mine, and I exhale a hum, leaning into him. We don’t go full-on make out mode, since we’re surrounded by gala attendees.
“I feel like we could waltz into the stars right now,” I blink up at him, so happy.
“Is that from a movie?” He looks down at me, his blue eyes so full of emotion.
I nod, and I feel it again, only this time it’s stronger. My eyes widen, and I grab his wrist in my hand. “Come with me!”
His brow furrows, but he follows me as I dash from door to door, finally finding one that will open to the balcony surrounding the upper floor. We have the space to ourselves, and I spin to face him.
“Give me your hand.” I grab his wrist, pressing his palm flat against the thin fabric of my dress over my stomach.
We’re both breathing fast, and we wait, only the sound of our pants filling the space.
His eyes are wide when they meet mine. “Is it happening?”
When I hear the excitement in his tone, I nod. Of course, he knows it’s time. “It happened at the house, when I saw you in this outfit.”
“Han Solo works every time.”
He exhales a low chuckle, and the vibration lights every nerve ending in my body. It also activates our baby, who gives my stomach a direct kick.
“Oh my gosh!” I gasp at the exact same time he hisses, “Oh, shit!”
Large hands cup my cheeks, and he pulls my face to his, kissing me so hard, it makes me cry. Tears I can’t stop fall onto my cheeks, and he presses his forehead to mine.
“You are so fucking amazing, Princess.”
My hands are on his wrists, and he has no idea.
“It’s all because of you.”