Chapter 22
Lake
TWO MONTHS LATER.
“Are you ready for this?” My gaze meets Bea as she fidgets with the hem of her long shirt.
We’ve been more like best friends since the day we met. She was the first person, in years, that I was able to confide in, and we connected in a way I’d been struggling with for so long.
“Not really.” The plump tears in her eyes make mine swell up, too.
Three months ago, Bea had one of her memory episodes. Ariella became afraid because her mom couldn’t remember her, and it left a mark on my sweet friend, the sister of my heart.
Gripping her hands in mine, I press my head to hers and comfort her. “It was the first time in years and only lasted a few hours. Everyone, including Ari, knows how much you love her. We got this.”
Agreeing, Bea takes a few more deep breaths before we descend the stairs of my parents’ home. We’ve gathered the nuclear family here, minus Scotlyn and Jax, but they’re here on FaceTime, so we both could make an exciting, shared announcement.
Everyone is gathered in the living room, and Saint and Nolan are both on their feet, waiting for us. They’re just as clueless as everyone else.
“Well, what’s the big announcement?” my mom asks, her anticipation making her restless.
With Saint standing next to me, I stare up at him. His love shines in his eyes, making me believe I can do this with his support. Turning back to Bea, we hold hands and together shout, “We’re pregnant!”
Everyone is stunned, which quickly turns to excitement, and I’m spun around into Saint’s body. One hand goes to my hip, and the other grasps the back of my neck the way he likes. The way I love, too.
Brushing his lips across mine, I lift to my tippy toes for more.
He takes the hint and control, giving me what I desire.
His tongue sweeps into my mouth, playing with mine, licking where he can reach before pulling back and nibbling my lower lip as my heart races and my body heats up from his touch.
“A baby?” he murmurs, eyes dancing with elation yet slight concern.
“Yeah, our very own.”
We’ve spent weeks in therapy, helping both of us understand PPD and how to spot the signs. The ins and outs are rather complicated, but I’m confident we have the tools needed in case it happens. I’ll also continue to see Beth until the day I decide I no longer need to.
“You spoil me,” Saint growls into my mouth, breathing me in as his hand circles around to my waist.
“Details,” our moms say at the same time.
“Well,” Bea begins, “we’re both due around Halloween, within days of each other.”
In my whole life, Carver’s intense nature has never lessened, but when he approaches us today, his raw emotions are on display as he pulls Saint and me in for a tight hug. “Proud of you two,” he says as he releases us into my mom’s hold. Dad stands back a bit, fighting back his own happiness.
“Another baby!” Mom smiles into my cheek as she kisses me. “I’m so happy for you both, sweethearts.” Raising her other hand, she places it on Saint’s scruffy cheek. “A baby,” she sighs, radiating joy.
Meadow makes her way over, unable to hold back her own tears as her arms wrap around her son. “I can’t believe you’re going to be a dad!” She cups his cheeks and draws him down to kiss each one. “You’re both going to be amazing parents!”
The afternoon goes on like that until both mothers have stuffed Bea and me so full that we beg for mercy. Ariella is thrilled that not only will she be a big sister but also have another cousin.
By the time we walk in our door, I’m so exhausted I could fall asleep on my feet. Saint has other plans, however. “Head up to bed, strip down, and I’ll be right there.”
Biting my lip, I follow orders. Removing my clothes and tossing them in the hamper before flopping back in bed and closing my eyes. I don’t need to worry about what Saint is doing because he has my complete trust. He always has.
Floating in and out of awareness, I hum when I hear him enter the room. His grumbly chuckle makes my body stir while my mind rests. The rustling of clothes tells me he’s stripping off his clothes, and a minute later, the bed dips before his hands grab me and pull me up the bed.
“I knew something was different,” he whispers against my belly, flicking his tongue out and laying kisses all around. “You know how much I love you.”
Humming my answer, I feel him shake his head in amusement as he travels lower, spreading my legs and burying his face in my pussy.
If there’s one thing this man loves almost as much as me, it’s inducing orgasms with his mouth on my tender flesh. “I want three,” he grunts, nuzzling against my exposed bundle of nerves, enjoying making me squirm first.
“I want five,” I counter, my eyes still closed, voice tinged by sleep.
“Anything you want,” he responds right before wrapping his lips around my clit, sucking until I wiggle around in his hold as a sharp orgasm bites at me, and I cry out.
“There’s one.” Readjusting his position, Saint slips two fingers in my pussy and begins massaging that spot that makes me scream, taking me to the edge and back until I gush for him.
He covers me with his mouth, licking and sucking me down until nothing is left but me panting and wondering if I can handle five. “That’s two.”
I groan, a little afraid of what’s next.
Turning my body to my side, Saint lifts my leg over his shoulder and attacks my hole with his tongue, licking and flicking inside of me.
“Saint, please,” I beg, feeling the buzzing in my toes, causing me to writhe until he pins me in place and bites down on my clit again, lashing it with his tongue.
I curl into myself as the pleasure intensifies, yet I’m somehow shocked when another orgasm rushes through my veins like fire, blacking out my vision as my body floats on air.
“Three was beautiful, sweet haven.” Saint drops my leg and kisses along the side of my body while covering me with his, tickling my sensitive skin with his chest hair.
“Now for the real show.” His rumbly voice makes me shiver while he positions me again on my knees for him. “Love your ass from this view.”
Stretching out and arching my back, his brawny hands grip each cheek as he holds me still, flexing his fingers and squeezing me while slipping his dick into my soaked, waiting pussy.
As he sinks in, we both groan. Me because I’m so damn sensitive, and him because it’s where he loves to be most. “You always feel so good,” I whisper back to him, turning my head to meet his heated stare. The emotions in his eyes take my breath away.
Fisting my hair in one hand, he gently tugs until my back and his front are plastered together, and he sinks deeper inside of me. “Thank you for giving me the world.”
Tears pinch the corners of my eyes when he cups my belly and begins slowly sliding in and out, stealing any rational thought I might have as a fourth orgasm steams through me. Too fast, but that’s what he does to me. Everything is so easy with Saint.
Gasping from the impact, I say, “I was thinking, if it’s a girl, I like the name Seren.”
Burying his face in my neck, one hand slinks down my body while the other glides upwards. “Beautiful.” His lips softly brush my ear while his fingers pinch and play with my clit and nipples.
The pleasure turns painful now, and I know when I go off again, it’ll be powerful.
“I love you, Saint. Thank you for never giving up on me.” Twisting my head, our lips meet, and his hips thrust with more power, hitting every spot that’ll make me shoot off like a rocket.
He doesn’t release me until I start screaming, and he joins me. Groaning loudly in my ear until I hear him say, “That’s a perfect number five.”