Chapter 34
Chapter Thirty-Four
Jase
The sun is barely up when I awaken, tangled in sheets that smell like her.
Monroe’s head is tucked under my arm, her cheek resting against my chest as my arm hangs heavy across her waist. My hand is instinctively splayed protectively over the curve of her belly.
For a moment, I don’t move, afraid to wake her and break whatever spell I’ve put her under that’s convinced her to be mine.
I just lie here and listen to her slow, steady breathing, and my cock is already responding to the way her naked body feels against mine. Fuck, I’m so gone for this woman I’d be mad if it didn't feel so right.
Last night was everything I had been waiting for. Months of pretending not to feel the intensity of the passion between us stripped away in one thoughtless rush of heat and wanting. We gave into our desires and she let the passion coursing through her veins to win against the doubt in her mind.
I lean forward, unable to stop myself, and brush my lips against her soft shoulder. “Morning,” I whisper against her, my voice still hoarse from sleep. I softly trace the markings on her skin, thin-line tattoos sporadically decorating her skin like the perfect addition to her.
It’s like she doodled all of her favorite things on her skin, with small, delicate tattoos.
“Morning,” she murmurs, her eyes slowly fluttering open. There’s no jumping away when she realizes where we are, no ounce of regret shown in the smile she wears when she sees me.
I shift so I can get a better look at her, her hair a mess, her blue eyes soft but so telling. “You’ve got that look,” I tell her, and her confusion is clear.
“What look?” she asks, her tone curious and playful. Fuck this morning after is going perfectly, better than I’d hoped it would. Definitely better than the last time.
“The one that says you’re ready for me to fuck you again.” I smirk and she laughs, a beautiful, angelic sound that makes my heart ache in a good way.
Though she surprises me when it's she who gets on her knees and straddles me, pulling the silk sheet off us and wrapping it around herself.
“Actually,” she says coyly, slowly moving her hips, her bare pussy rubbing on my already throbbing cock.
“I was going to stay home and work on the nursery today. Maybe move some furniture around.” My eyes flick wide in protest, but roll back when she slides her wet lips over me.
“Don’t worry, Raven was going to stop by and help, and Monty said he would too after he went to pick up some more material. ”
I prop myself on my elbows, watching her with the same quiet intensity that still makes her nervous. I tug the sheet she has wrapped around herself, shielding her perfect body from my view.
“If you’re going to fuck me like that,” I say, reaching for her and squeezing her tits in my palms. They are a perfect fit, slightly spilling over on the sides. “I get to suck these as you do.”
She throws her head back and lets out a soft whimper as my mouth wraps around her breast, my fingers tugging her other nipple. I’ll never get enough of her. My cock is hard and ready, and I can feel how wet her pussy is for me.
“What have you done to me, Jase?” she whimpers as she rocks herself on me. I let her take control this time, loving the way she’s bringing herself to the edge from just rubbing against me. I could probably come from just this, and if she does, then that’s it. I’m so fucking done.
“Oh shit,” she says, as her orgasm crests. Her hand flies to her stomach, cradling her bump, and my heart nearly stops.
“Fuck, is everything okay? Did I hurt you? The baby?” I’m panicking, unable to tell anything from her expression. She smiles wide and so full of emotion.
“Baby’s kicking. Little Bear is usually so shy about it, but moving so much right now.”
“Maybe because our baby knows how good Mama feels.” She smacks me on the arm but laughs wholeheartedly. “Seriously though, Little Bear seems to only move late at night or around lunchtime, but I can feel it so much right now. Here,” she says, grabbing my hand and setting it down on her stomach.
My large palm cradles her stomach, careful not to press too hard, even though I fucked her yesterday without caring how rough I was.
I feel a slow movement like a tap along her skin followed by a gentle push that starts near my fingertips and spreads outwards.
Holding my breath, I slowly lower my gaze, captivated by the sensation.
There, just beneath my palm, I see the undeniable dip and movement of her stomach followed by a soft kick.
My eyes flick up to hers, completely awestruck by what I’ve just experienced.
“Holy shit,” I curse, stunned by what’s happening. “That’s our baby?”
The slow smile that spreads across her lips mirrors the utter joy flowing through me. It’s at this exact moment that my future flashes before my eyes. A future with her and our baby by my side. Our connection is undeniable, but it’s this baby that’s linked us forever.
“Our Little Bear,” she huffs out slowly. Her eyes gleam with tears, and I reach up to wipe the stray one that falls on her skin.
I’ve never wanted anything more than this moment with her—a woman I can’t live without—and my son or daughter I will love with everything I am.
Will it have blonde hair and blue eyes like me or her chocolate brown hair and the small dimple on her left cheek? I close my eyes trying to envision them, but only Monroe’s face comes to mind.
“I don’t want to know,” she whispers, so low I have to ask what she’s said.
“What?” I ask, opening my eyes only to find her sheepishly looking up at me through dark lashes. Tears flow freely, and this time, she doesn’t hide them.
“Our Little Bear, I don’t want to find out the gender tomorrow. I want it to be a surprise.”