Chapter 47 #2
I stop talking, but my breath is still coming out in short gasps.
He sets the test down on the counter and steps closer to me. “Are you okay? How do you feel?”
“I’m fine. Just nauseous in the mornings, but that’s normal.”
“And you’re sure the test is accurate?”
“Yes. I mean, I should go to a doctor to make it official, but these tests are pretty reliable.”
He nods, slowly processing. Then he looks at me with those intense eyes that seem to see straight through me. “How do you feel about it? What’s your initial reaction?”
“I’m…” I take a shaky breath. “I’m scared. And overwhelmed. But also happy, I think. I don’t know. I guess I’m still processing.”
“Are you worried I won’t be happy about this?”
The question is so direct and so typical of Grant that I can’t help but answer honestly. “Yes.”
His expression softens, and he reaches out to pull me close. “I’m happy, Hurricane. I’m so fucking happy I can barely think straight.”
“You are?”
“Yes.” He leans his forehead against mine. “You’re having my baby. We’re having a baby together. How could I not be happy about that?”
Relief crashes through me so hard my knees go weak.
“It’s just that babies are messy, you know?
Way messier than a kid April’s age. There’s crying and diapers and sleepless nights and spit-up and chaos everywhere.
Your house is going to be a disaster. Your routine is going to be completely destroyed. ”
“I don’t care.”
“You say that now, but I promise it’s a lot.”
“I don’t care,” he repeats, more firmly this time. “I’ve made room in my life for the mess. For the chaos. For all of it. I want this, Heather. I want you, and I want April, and I want this baby.”
I search his face for any sign of doubt or hesitation, but all I see is certainty.
“I used to wonder why I ended up with this huge house,” he continues.
“I was so busy with training and games when I moved here that I just told my real estate agent to find me something big and let them basically pick it for me. It felt too empty, like way too much space for one person. But now I realize it was for this. For you and April. For our family.”
Hearing him say those words out loud makes me smile in a way nothing else can.
“I love you so fucking much,” he says. “I love you, and I love April, and I already love this baby. You mean everything to me. Everything.”
It’s hard to speak past the lump of emotion in my throat, but I still manage. “I love you too, Grant. I love you so, so much.”
When he kisses me, it’s deep and intimate and full of promise. I kiss him back, pouring everything I feel into it—all my love, all my relief, and all my hope for the future we’re building together.
When we break apart, we’re both breathing hard.
“We’re having a baby,” I whisper, even though it still doesn’t quite feel real.
“We’re having a baby,” he repeats, grinning like I’ve never seen him grin before.
He reaches down and lifts me, and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me into the bedroom.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he growls between kisses. “I can’t wait to see your belly get big with our baby.”
I laugh, loving how into it he is. Then my laugh turns into a moan when he grinds against me and slowly lowers me onto the bed. “God, that feels good.”
He starts to pull back, and I groan in frustration. “Don’t tease me, Grant. You know what I need.”
“Tell me.”
“I need you to fuck me,” I answer without hesitating. Being with him has made me more secure in asking for all the things I want and need, especially in the bedroom. “I want to feel you inside me. Now.”
“That’s my girl.” He reaches for my waist and pulls down my pajama shorts and panties with a quick tug. “But first, I’m going to eat that sweet pussy until you can’t take it anymore.”
He spreads my legs and kisses a path up the inside of my thigh, getting closer and closer to the place where I’m already aching for him.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, running his fingers over me, his touch feather-light and maddening. “So fucking perfect.”
He leans down and licks me in one long, slow, agonizing stroke. When he gets to the top, he focuses his attention on my clit, lapping and sucking it until I’m writhing and moaning.
He doesn’t let up. Every time I get close to the edge, he backs off just enough to keep me hovering there, desperate and needy. Then he starts again, his tongue working me over until I’m shaking.
“Grant, please,” I gasp, my fingers tangling in his hair. “I need—I can’t—”
“Can’t what?” he murmurs against me, the vibration of his voice making me jerk. “Can’t take any more?”
“No! Not unless you want me to come like this. I’m so close, but I don’t want to come until you’re fucking me. Please. God, please.”
He gives me one more torturous lick that has me crying out, then he lifts his head with a satisfied grin. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”
It only takes a few seconds for him to shrug out of his t-shirt and sweatpants, but it feels like an eternity. Finally, he’s towering over me and spreading my legs wide as the tip of his thick cock presses against my entrance.
“Look at me, beautiful.”
I meet his eyes, and it’s such a powerful connection that the breath catches in my throat.
“I love you,” he murmurs.
“I love you too. So, so much.”
Then he pushes inside me, filling me in several slow, deliberate thrusts that make my back arch off the bed.
“Grant,” I gasp, gripping his arms as he works his length all the way inside. “Oh, fuck. That’s good. Ahh…”
“You feel incredible.” His voice is strained, like he’s barely holding on. “I could live and die buried in your pussy. I’ve never felt anything better than this in my life, and I know I never will.”
“Harder,” I pant, pulling him closer. “Fuck me harder.”
I look down at where we’re joined, loving the way his muscles flex and tighten with each stroke, the way he fills me so completely.
“Like that,” I whimper as he does as I asked. “Keep going. Fuck, yes, just like that.”
“Heather.” My name is a growl and a groan all at once. “Jesus, you’re perfect. You fucking undo me.”
He pulls all the way out and flips me over onto my stomach so fast that it takes my breath away, but I don’t have time to recover before he’s pulling me up onto my knees and pushing inside me again.
“You’re gonna be loud, aren’t you?” He grips my hips, holding me in place as he starts to move again. “Gonna let the whole neighborhood know how good I make you feel?”
“Yes. I don’t care if they hear,” I pant, thrusting back against him. “Let them hear.”
His hips slam against my ass, and he grips my waist hard as his rhythm goes from fast and steady to rough and erratic. “Damn, you’re getting so tight. You gonna come for me?”
“Yes,” I whimper, hardly able to get the words out. “Please, yes.”
He’s pounding into me hard now, and the sound of our bodies together is almost as loud as the blood rushing in my ears.
“Grant!” My whole body tenses as my orgasm crashes through me, making my arms and legs shake and my vision start to blur.
He’s right behind me, coming deep inside me and holding me in place until I can feel the warmth spreading through my core.
He collapses onto the bed next to me without pulling out, then cradles my body against his with a protective hand draped across my stomach.
“I can’t believe you’re gonna have our baby,” he murmurs into my ear. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Hurricane. I hope you know that.”
“I feel the same way.” I turn and smile as he kisses me. “ I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy before in my life.”
“Good. Because you’re it for me. You, April, and this little one. Forever.”