Chapter 13 The Master Bedroom Melt
They finally let go of each other.
Zoey’s fingers found Cole’s and laced tight. She tugged him out of the office without another word, leading him down the hallway toward the room that used to belong to her mother and now somehow belonged to them. The thought surfaced unbidden and felt completely natural.
It’s been too long…
She didn’t know where the phrase came from—only that it sat in her chest like a truth she had always known.
Her bare feet hurried over the soft runner, the heavy curve of her six-month belly shifting with every step, the soft weight of her breasts bouncing lightly under the maternity top.
Cole followed close behind, the outline of his cock still obvious against the front of his sweats.
The bedroom door was already open.
They stepped inside and stopped.
A large, low platform bed dominated the space—king-sized, made up with soft gray sheets and a mountain of pillows that definitely had not existed in the old house.
Zoey knew, somewhere in the back of her mind, that the bed was new.
That knowledge lasted less than a second.
It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except the heat still throbbing between her legs and the man standing behind her.
She released Cole’s hand, climbed onto the mattress on all fours, and made absolutely sure he got the full view.
The thin sweatpants stretched tight across the round, soft cheeks of her ass as she crawled forward, the fabric dipping into the cleft, the new curves swaying with every movement.
She felt his eyes on her like a physical touch.
At the center of the bed she turned, settled back on her heels, and crooked one finger at him.
Cole didn’t need a second invitation.
He was on the mattress in two long strides, pulling her down with him so they tumbled into the pillows in a tangle of limbs and pregnant belly.
Mouths met again immediately—hungrier this time, less hesitant.
Hands roamed. Cole’s palms slid up under the maternity top and cupped the full, heavy weight of her breasts through the supportive bra.
Soft flesh overflowed his fingers. Zoey broke the kiss with a low, involuntary moan that vibrated straight into his mouth.
They stripped without speaking.
Shirts first. Cole helped her sit up just enough to peel the pastel-yellow top over her head, then reached behind her and unhooked the maternity bra.
The straps slipped down her arms. Her breasts spilled free—warm, flushed, nipples already tight and dark.
Zoey’s face burned as she tossed the clothes off the side of the bed, but she didn’t cover herself.
Instead she leaned forward so the soft weight of them hung right in front of his face.
“Well… what do you think?”
Cole’s hands rose automatically, cupping each breast like he was afraid they might disappear. His thumbs brushed the sensitive undersides.
“You’re absolutely stunning, Zo.”
The praise landed low in her belly and made the slick heat between her legs pulse harder. She made a soft, pleased sound.
“Mmmm… Good… I think it’s time to see what she’s done for you.”
She sat back just far enough to hook her fingers into the waistband of his sweats and dragged them down in one smooth pull.
Cole lifted his hips to help. The fabric cleared his thighs, his knees, his ankles; he kicked them the rest of the way off the bed.
He was left in a pair of dark boxer briefs that did almost nothing to hide the thick, heavy shape of his cock straining against the front.
Zoey’s thirsty little smile was pure sin.
“Boxer briefs, huh? I figured you’d still be in whitey tighties.”
A flicker of memory tried to surface—some half-forgotten argument from seventh grade about underwear—and then it simply dissolved, overwritten by the adult reality in front of her. Her eyes locked on the final barrier between her and what she suddenly needed.
Cole smirked, voice rough. “Yeah… ‘bout time, huh?”
“Mhmm. Now how about you help me real quick?”
She caught his wrists and guided both of his hands down to the waistband of her own sweatpants. Cole’s fingers curled into the soft fabric and pulled. The pants slid over the full curve of her hips, down her thighs, past her knees. She kicked them free.
She wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
The soft, bare folds of her new cunt were already glistening, the tiny swollen clit peeking out from between them. The heavy dome of her pregnant belly rose above it all, making the entire picture look obscene and perfect at the same time.
Cole’s chuckle came out low and wrecked.
“Oh wow… no undies, huh?”