Chapter 14 Rewriting the Past
Zoey shifted off him just long enough for Cole to hook his thumbs into the waistband of the boxer briefs and shove them down. The fabric cleared his hips, his thighs, his ankles. He kicked them off the side of the bed to join the rest of the discarded clothes.
She looked down and blushed hard.
Holy shit… he’s much bigger than I ever was. Is he even gonna fit?
The thick, flushed length of him stood heavy against his stomach, the head already glistening. Her eyes flicked to the solid curve of her own pregnant belly and a soft, incredulous little laugh escaped her.
Of course he will. That’s how you ended up like this, you goof.
Cole pushed up on one elbow, watching her face. “What’s so funny?”
“Oh, nothing.” She swung a leg back over his hips and settled her weight carefully, the heavy dome of her belly resting against him. “You’re just… really big is all. Just wasn’t expecting that, but I guess I should have.”
Her fingers wrapped around him—gentle, curious, still a little unsure of the new angle of her own hands—and stroked slowly from base to tip. Cole’s head dropped back against the pillows with a low, broken moan. The sound went straight between her legs.
“Zo… we don’t have to do this.” His voice was rough, strained. His hips twitched upward into her fist anyway. “I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable given everything that’s happened to us in the last hour—”
“I… want to do this.” The confession left her in a shaky moan. She slipped her other hand between her own thighs, pushed two fingers into the slick heat of her new cunt, and felt how ready she already was. “I want you… inside me. Now let’s not waste any more time…”
Cole’s hands settled on her hips to steady her. Zoey rose up on her knees, guided the thick head of him to her entrance, and began to sink down.
The stretch was slow and overwhelming. Inch by inch the new body opened for him, wet and aching, until she was seated fully in his lap and the entire length of him was buried deep inside her.
Both of them trembled. The pleasure was so sharp it bordered on pain, so perfect it stole the air from their lungs.
“Oh god. Holy fuck this feels amazing.” Zoey’s head fell back, eyes closed, back arching so the full weight of her breasts and belly was on display. “Mmmmm… fuck, it’s been way too long since we last did this.”
Cole’s hands slid from her hips to the tight curve of her stomach, palms spanning the warm, stretched skin, then traveled higher to cup the heavy softness of her breasts.
His thumbs found the tight peaks of her nipples and rolled them in slow circles.
The dual sensation—full cock inside her, sensitive tits in his hands—made her clench hard around him.
“Mmmhmm…” was all he could manage.
She started to move.
With Cole’s hands steadying her, Zoey rolled her hips in a slow, deep rhythm, lifting and sinking, feeling every inch of him drag against the new nerves that still felt brand-new.
The pregnant belly pressed between them when she leaned forward, soft and solid, forcing her to brace her palms on his chest. The new angle let him keep playing with her breasts while she rode him, the soft weight of them swaying with every motion.
The pace climbed.
Faster. Deeper. The wet sound of her cunt taking him over and over filled the quiet bedroom. Pleasure stacked higher with every thrust. And with it came the memories.
New ones.
Soft at first—flickers of a first date that had never happened, the night they closed on this house, the way Cole had looked at her when the pregnancy test turned positive.
The images pushed the old ones backward: the basement, the ranked matches, the two boys who used to exist. Those memories didn’t vanish.
They simply receded until they felt like something that had happened to other people a lifetime ago.
The orgasm hit them at the same moment the rewrite locked in.
Zoey’s whole body seized. She came with a broken cry, cunt pulsing hard around him, the heavy belly tight against his stomach.
Cole followed with a deep groan, hips jerking upward as he spilled inside her.
The final wave of new memories slammed into place at the exact peak—clean, complete, permanent.
When the shaking stopped, Zoey leaned down and kissed him long and slow and deep.
Then she carefully lifted off him, the sudden emptiness making them both hiss, and collapsed onto her side in the sheets.
Her smile was bright and soft and utterly genuine as they lay there trying to catch their breath.
“I love you so much…”
Cole turned his head on the pillow, eyes warm, the last traces of the boys they used to be already faded into something distant and almost unreal.
“I love you so much too…”