Thirteen.
Maci
With my pussy still pulsing from back-to-back orgasms, Duke positions himself behind me. He yanks my hips where he wants them with a playful smack on my ass. “Duke,” I moan, dying to have him inside me. I fist the sheets to hold myself in place as he surges forward—filling me with a delicious ache.
“Fuck,” he grunts, gripping my ass as he slowly pumps his cock deeper and deeper with each thrust. He slams into me hard enough to make my legs shake. My body arches as he pounds me into a third orgasm. “That’s it, baby,” he growls, reaching around to rub my throbbing clit.
I push back and grind my hips, forcing his cock to brush against my G-spot. “Yes, right there. Yes, Duke.” I gasp as he fucks me harder, faster. Pressing me down, he continues to glide his shaft against my core how I need him to.
Unable to muffle my screams, my entire body trembles with a hard, long release. Duke fucks me mercilessly through it. “Fuuuck,” he groans, grunting in time with the slap of his hips against my ass.
He comes buried deep inside of me, his fingers digging into my hips to keep me in place as his cock twitches into my throbbing pussy. He pumps his cock slowly for a moment before gently pulling out.
I flop to the side, a panting, orgasm-induced mess as my legs continue to shake. Duke lays down beside me, breathing heavily with a smug grin plastered on his face. “You all right?”
My smile is goofy and far too wide. “Yes.”
He chuckles, engulfing me in his strong arms as we lay naked together. I snuggle into him, placing my hand on his broad chest peppered with short, dark hair. His heart races beneath my palm. “What kind of ice cream do you want?” he asks finally, breaking the euphoric sex haze.
I laugh, nuzzling into his chest with a yawn. “I’ll know when I see it.”
He kisses my forehead. “I’d rather you stay here,” he says. “I’ll go so you don’t have to deal with the cold.”
“Are you sure?” I sit up and scoot to the edge of the bed to stand, but my legs have other plans. I plop back down and laugh, peering over my shoulder at a man soaking up the clear ego boost.
“Hang on.” He grins, coming around to help me to the bathroom.
“You know, this happened last time,” I say.
“Oh, yeah?” He loops a strong arm around my naked waist as my trembling legs fail to cooperate.
“I had to hold on to the wall. You were too busy snoring like a broken fan to help.”
He throws his head back with a laugh. “I only snore when I’m on my back,” he protests. “If you give me a hard shove, I’ll roll on my side. Shuts me right up.”
He leans into the shower and turns it on. We step into the tight space together, and he holds me close as the hot water runs over us. He gathers a dollop of body wash and starts to lather me, seeming to take extra care over my stomach.
“I think it’s a girl,” I whisper.
Duke pauses his movements, his dark eyes finding mine. “What makes you say that?”
I smile. “Just a feeling.”
“When do you get to find out?” he asks, his hand covered in suds sliding between my thighs with even more care.
“At twenty weeks,” I say. “I’d love to go to one of those 3D ultrasound places, but I doubt you have one around here.”
“Not here, but I’m sure Helena has a place.”
I scrunch my nose. “Helena?”
He chuckles. “It’s the capital of Montana.”
“Oh.” I guess I better learn a few more things about this place before I fully settle.
Duke gets dressed while I slip into my pajamas and under the covers. I flick on the TV when he decides to just run across the street to the gas station for the ice cream. “Where’s your room key?” he asks, tugging on his coat.
I point to my purse. “Front pocket.”
He takes the room key and leans down for a kiss. “You want me to text you a picture or call you?”
“Picture.”
He kisses me again, firmer this time. “I’ll be right back.”
My belly flip-flops like a love-struck teen watching him head out the door to fetch my craving. Never, in all my twenty-six years, has a man waited on me or remotely cared what I wanted. Now here is a man who gets a spark in his eye when I ask him for a favor like it’s a gift I’m giving him.
Duke might be one in a million.
Too bad I’m a mess of pregnant baggage. Why couldn’t I have met him before?
And his confession of being a widower…His face when he opened up about the tension between him and his brother—his need for us to feel real—was heartbreaking. For everything he’s been doing for me, and continues to do, giving him this one thing is the least I can do.
Let’s just hope I can keep my feelings in check.
Duke: [Image]
Duke: This is all they got. See anything you like?
Me: Panda Paws, please.
Duke: You want two? They’re only in pint size.
Me: Just one for me is fine.
Duke: You got it, gorgeous.
I smile, watching the door and counting the seconds until he returns. Didn’t I just say I should keep my feelings in check? I’m a lost cause.
I don’t know when I fell asleep—well, probably while Duke was rambling on about car stuff—but when I wake up, the room is dark and there’s a strong arm pinning me against a warm chest.
He stayed.
I slide my hand over his, interlocking our fingers as I listen to his light wheeze of a snore. My eyes well with tears. I didn’t expect him to stay a second night in a row. I sniffle, wiping my tears away. I don’t even know why I’m crying over this. I wanted him to stay.
Duke nuzzles into the crook of my neck, his hot breath fanning me as he lays a kiss below my ear. His hand slides away from mine to rest over my stomach, his thumb gently rubbing soothing circles.
If I hadn’t already decided to stay, that small action alone would’ve sealed my fate.