Chapter 21
Cassidy
He runs his finger down my bottom lip before leaning down for another kiss. My mind completely goes blank as my fingertips dig into his hips.
“God, I don’t think I’ve ever been so jealous of a pair of sweatpants right now,” he grits as he nips, kisses, and sucks his way down my neck.
“Stop talking.”
My hands move to the hem of his shirt as I pull it over his head. My hand roams his hard chest, brushing across his abs before reaching the waistband of his pants. “Fuck,” he grits out as I pop the button on his jeans. “Cassidy,” he mutters as he grips my wrists, stopping me from removing his pants. “You’re killing me, baby. Slow.”
“Fuck slow,” I say, my mouth meeting his again. “We’re way past slow, Channing. If you haven’t noticed by now—” I say, kissing his jaw. “I’m carrying your child.” I lick his bottom lip before biting it. “And I’m fucking horny. So, you’re either going to fuck me, or I will go find—”
I don’t even get to finish the sentence as he drops his pants, kicking them to the side before gripping the back of my thighs. Picking me up, I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me to my bedroom. Gently laying me down on my back before devouring my mouth once again. I sit up on the bed as he moves to stand at the base. I watch as he slides his black boxers down his thick, muscular legs before pulling my sweatshirt over my head, exposing my bump.
He brings his lips to the nape of my neck, kissing it as he guides me to my back. His hands grip the side of my sweatpants, slowly pulling them down to expose my bare pussy. “Seriously?” he grits out. “You’re completely bare down here?”
I roll my eyes. “I was planning ahead,” I joke with him.
“Planning for me to come back with my tail between my legs and apologize. Then ravish you even after I said I wanted to go slow?” he retorts, and I can’t help but laugh aloud.
“Seriously, would you stop talking and fuck me already?” I say, growing impatient. “I’m pregnant and horny, and I haven’t been able to get the release I need since finding out I was pregnant,” I say, hooking my ankle behind his legs and pulling him toward me.
“You know they make toys to help out with that?” he says, now laughing aloud at my annoyance.
“Just shut up and give me your dick,” I say, crashing my mouth on his as his cock rubs along my wet slit.
His head dips down, his mouth finding my nipple sucking it into his mouth. His teeth gently tug on the swollen bud, and his tongue circles around it. My back arches off the bed as I moan out in pleasure. I feel his hands tighten around my ankles before he moves off the bed, gently pulling me along with him so I’m near the edge.
“So wet for me,” he grits out as he rubs his cock up and down my wet slit.
He lines his cock at my slick entrance before thrusting in, his mouth meeting mine as we both moan out in pleasure. It’s a funny thing—chemistry, that is. You could spend your whole life searching for that one person who feels like your missing piece. I thought I had with Vince. Yet, here with Channing, I know I was wrong. What Channing and I have in the bedroom is explosive. It’s always been that way since the moment we first met.
His movements start slow but increases his tempo as my body relaxes and adjusts to his size. I’ve heard pregnancy sex is like sex on steroids and boy, were those horny women from my mom’s class right. With Channing’s cock buried deep inside me, I feel full. So full that if he thrusts any faster, I’ll come apart in the matter of minutes.
“Yes,” I pant as he continues his thrusts. “I need you,” I say, as my head falls back against the bed. The pleasure from his cock thrusting in and out drives me to the brink of no return. “More,” I moan, my heels digging into his thighs.
“Channing,” I cry out as my walls squeeze his cock. “I’m coming,” I moan as his hips piston fast, steadying as he follows me over the edge before falling on the mattress next to me.
We lie there for a few moments, our chests rising and falling in sync. Channing finally moves to the bathroom, cleaning himself up before coming to gently clean me. I move toward the head of the bed, forgoing all clothes as Channing climbs in behind me. With one arm protectively over my belly, snuggled deep under the covers, my eyes grow heavy and close before falling into a deep sleep.
The sun shines through the curtains of my bedroom, my eyes squinty as I attempt to open them. The memories of last night come back to me, causing me to smile. I haven’t slept this good since… well, since forever. I roll over to face Channing just as his eyes flutter open.
“Morning,” he says, his voice filled with sleep.
“Morning,” I say, reaching up to cup his cheek, his lips meeting mine before pulling back slightly to look at me. “So much for going slow.”
He chuckles softly before reaching down to rub my bump. “I think we’re way past slow. But I do think we need to talk.”
“I think you may be right,” I say, nuzzling my head into his chest. “Should I go make us coffee or should we just stay here in case we need to have make up sex again?”
“Funny,” he says, chuckling. “But seriously, Cass, I have so many things I want to say to you right now.”
“Okay then. Shoot,” I say, sitting up in bed and looking down at him as he stretches one arm behind his head, his biceps flexing.
“One: you’re not seeing that asshole anymore. You need someone who’s professional. Not someone trying to get into your pants while you’re pregnant.” I go to interject, but he raises his hand to stop me. “There will be no compromise on that. I wanted to punch him the moment he walked in the room with the way he looked at you. Two: You’re moving in with me.”
“What’s wrong with my apartment?”
“Nothing. I just want to be there for you and the baby as much as I can, and it would be easier if we were under the same roof,” he says, turning toward me and leaning on his elbow. “Plus, how am I to know if you go into labor if you’re here, and I’m there.”
“Well, considering I’m due literally during playoffs, I may still be here while you’re wherever.”
His brows furrow, and his lips pull into a straight line. I know I’m irritating him, but he makes a good point. Plus, if we’re doing this thing for real—the couple thing, that is—I want to be close to him. I didn’t live with Vince. I practically refused to give up my place when we were together. It’s probably why our relationship failed. Well… that and the cheating part, but it’s different with Channing. Channing and I have a connection like no other and when he is away, I wish he were near. So, living with him isn’t a deal breaker in the least.
“Fine. But really, he is the best doctor in Seattle. I don’t see us finding someone more suitable,” I say, egging him on.
“Cassidy,” he groans, pulling me just close enough so he can flip me onto my back. His hard chest hovers over me as I stare into his eyes. My hand gently brushes the stubble on his jaw before placing a soft kiss on it. “You’re going to be the death of me, woman.”
“Likewise.”
…….
“Please tell me this is everything?” Channing groans as he carries another box to the U-Haul waiting outside my apartment building.
“Are you complaining?”
“He’s not, but I sure am,” Brooks says, rounding the corner with yet another box. “How much junk does one person need?”
“Hey, it’s not junk,” I snap as I place a picture frame in the bubble wrap, carefully wrapping it before loading up another box. “It’s years of memories, hard work, sweat, and tears.”
It has been a week since I agreed to move in with him. He wanted me to move in with him the moment he asked; however, it was hard to do anything when we spent the entire day in bed with one another, giving each other multiple orgasms.
“Yeah, well, Channing’s gonna need a bigger penthouse with the truck load we have outside.”
Channing comes back inside, stopping in front of me as I tape up the box I was working on. “It’s fine. We’ll probably buy a house and move in sooner rather than later,” he says, placing a kiss on my lips. “She won’t even have time to unpack everything.”
He takes the box from me, turning to walk back out to the U-Haul, leaving Hayley and me to finish packing the last few items in my almost empty living room. I remember when I leased this place. The windows let in so much natural light, it was hard to say no. It’s a plus that it overlooks most of Seattle. It has a little park just across the street, which I found perfect for running, and it was a bonus that my favorite café is only a block away.
But I know this is the best possible decision, not only for me but for our baby. Our little girl. It’s hard not to smile when I think of the little life growing inside me. Will she look like me? Have my eyes, hair, and smile. Or will she look like Channing? I keep trying to imagine the girl version of Channing, but every time I do, I just end up envisioning a perfect combination of the two of us.
His eyes.
My smile.
The perfect blend of my blond and his sandy blond hair.
Perfect. She’s not even here yet, but I know deep down she will be this beautiful little miracle.
“You know, there’s a house down the street from Brooks and me that just went on the market,” Hayley says as she carries the last few things from the powder room. “It’s a great location, and it’s not too far from work.”
“Can everyone seriously just slow down for a moment?” I say, as I take a seat on the hardwood floor. Yeah, I will regret that later when I struggle to get up. “We’re moving in together for the baby, not because he wants to marry me. Who knows? This whole thing could blow up in our faces as soon as the baby comes. He could realize that he doesn’t want me and the baby at all.”
“You can’t seriously be thinking he’s going to bail on you?” she says, in a whispered hiss.
I know I shouldn’t think like that. What Channing and I have is totally different from what he had with Natasha. And as much as I want to believe he’s serious and all in, part of me thinks he’ll change his mind and run away once again.
I’m guarding my heart. Something I should have done when Vincent came back into my life. I can’t be foolish this time around.
“It will always be there in the back of my mind, Hayley. I don’t know how to quiet that intrusive thought.”
She nods at me in understanding before going back to finish loading her box. A few hours later, we have fully loaded and then unloaded the U-Haul into Channing’s house.
“Welcome home,” he says, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around waist. “I had a crew in here every day this past week to make sure everything is perfect.”
I spin around in his arms. My gaze locks with his as my arms wrap around his neck. “It’s perfect. Thank you,” I say, placing a gentle kiss on his mouth.
I look around my new home and can’t believe I’m living here. I try to picture all the ways I can decorate the new space, while internally reminding myself that this is only temporary. But hey, a girl can dream, can’t she?