But he knew damn well she wasn’t sorry at all.
Chuckling to keep from reaching out and taking a handful of that sweet ass, he looked at his phone like it was holding all the secrets of the unknown.
Like how not to pounce on his wife and fuck her brains out.
“What’s so funny?”
“This meme,” he muttered without looking at her.
But then she was beside him, her hands on the edge of the bed, her breasts right fucking there.
Good Lord above. Take me. Please.
Closing his eyes, he turned his phone to his Facebook, showing a meme that wasn’t that funny, but she laughed nonetheless, the airy sound making his cock throb so much harder he felt it in his chest. “That’s funny.”
“Yeah,” he agreed, looking right at his phone and not at the swells of her perfectly encased breasts.
She was going to kill him.
Exhaling, she stood up and made her way around the bed. “Do you need anything?”
He shook his head. “Nope. I’m good.”
She didn’t say anything for a moment as he held his phone so tightly, he worried he was going to break it. “Would it bother you if I slept without a bra? I’m so hot.”
He closed his eyes as he pressed his lips together. “I can turn the air down.”
“Oh. Good idea,” she decided, and with that, he watched as she sashayed across the room to the thermostat, turning it down, but all he saw was the curve of that ass and the dimples in her thick thighs. How in the world was he supposed to make it?
“Is that okay?” she asked, turning to look at him, and he just nodded.
“Good,” he got out as she headed back to the bed, getting in very slowly, and somehow, very fucking sexily. Pushing the blankets off her, she lay beside him, completely his for the taking, and he knew he was going to die a slow death from lack of blood since it was all in his cock. As her hands slid down her thighs and then up over her belly, his breath caught.
Was she doing this on purpose?
“Oh, he’s moving. Wanna feel?”
But before he could beg her not to touch him, she grabbed his hand, placing it on her belly. Within seconds, he felt the baby kicking with all his might. Away went his insane lust as a grin pulled at his lips while he sat up, taking her belly between both hands as the baby moved. It was mind-blowing, and he had always wanted a chance to feel this. For so long he thought he’d never get to, but as he sat there, his hands on her growing belly, he felt tears burning in his eyes.
“That’s amazing.”
“If I weren’t one hundred percent sure he was going to be a hockey player, I’d say the kid was destined for soccer.”
Jensen laughed at that. “He can do both. Wow, he’s strong.”
“He is.”
“Is the asshole big?”
When he looked up at her, her lips were pressed together. “Yeah, like you.”
“Cool,” he said, though he didn’t think it was that cool. He hated the guy. “Is he blond?”
“No, brown-haired.”
“That’s good.”
“Yeah,” she said simply as his hands moved along her belly.
“Man, he is amazing in there.”
“He is,” she agreed as her hands covered his. She looked up, and their eyes met. The lust hit him like a puck in the middle of the chest. Her eyes were so dark, her lips so full, and soon she was moving toward him. “I hope he is just like you.”
His heart flip-flopped in his chest as she took his face in her hands, her lips coming to his with heated need. His eyes fell shut first, which usually didn’t happen, but everything was on fire and he couldn’t handle it. Sliding his hands up her body, over her full breasts, he wrapped his arms around her neck, holding her to him as he devoured her naughty little mouth. He was shaking, he wanted her so badly, yet, he pulled back, kissing her lips softly. When she tried to deepen the kiss, he backed away more. “I need to ask you something.”
She was breathing hard, her lips parted as she gazed up at him. “Or you can just kiss me, grab my boob or my ass. Whichever.”
He chuckled against her lips as he let her go, putting some space between them. “Or, we can talk.”
“Talking is overrated.”
“I don’t think so,” he said, sitting back in his place though his cock was basically cussing him out at this point. “Why don’t you talk to Shanna anymore?”
When he looked over at her, her face was full of annoyance and a whole lot of sexual frustration. “Really?”
“Yeah. I want to know.”
She pursed her lips and then exhaled hard. “It’s a long story.”
“And we’ve got all the time in the world.”
She glared at the ceiling, and he smiled. She wanted him, he could tell, but he didn’t feel it was more than that. Until he did, he wouldn’t be giving in. Call him an idiot, but he knew her. He knew how she worked, and he wouldn’t be another one of her mistakes.
He wanted to be her forever.
Even if it killed him and gave him the biggest case of blue balls the world had ever seen.
Swallowing hard, she shook her head. “I don’t know, Jensen. I don’t know how to explain it.”
“Try.”
She shrugged, chewing on her lip as she chose her words. “I dropped her because I knew if I told her about the baby, she would judge me. She always judged me for my lifestyle because, you know, she’s married, kids, the whole nine. She always told me I was too old to be sleeping around. Plus, she’d want to know who the dad is and I don’t want to tell anyone and she’d get pissed and, yeah, I just let it go.”
“An over twenty-year friendship? Just like that?”
She met his gaze. “Yeah. I knew that she wouldn’t support me, so I dropped her before she could drop me.”
He held her gaze, knowing it was more than that. “Will you ever tell me who the dad is?”
She shook her head, pressing her lips together. “He isn’t important. You’re the dad now. So why does he matter?”
In a way, he didn’t, Jensen guessed, but he wanted to know. “I just want to know.”
Biting on her lip, she dropped her shoulders, and he thought maybe she was going to tell him. Instead, she whispered, “He doesn’t matter. Only you matter.”
Chuckling to keep from reaching out and taking a handful of that sweet ass, he looked at his phone like it was holding all the secrets of the unknown.
Like how not to pounce on his wife and fuck her brains out.
“What’s so funny?”
“This meme,” he muttered without looking at her.
But then she was beside him, her hands on the edge of the bed, her breasts right fucking there.
Good Lord above. Take me. Please.
Closing his eyes, he turned his phone to his Facebook, showing a meme that wasn’t that funny, but she laughed nonetheless, the airy sound making his cock throb so much harder he felt it in his chest. “That’s funny.”
“Yeah,” he agreed, looking right at his phone and not at the swells of her perfectly encased breasts.
She was going to kill him.
Exhaling, she stood up and made her way around the bed. “Do you need anything?”
He shook his head. “Nope. I’m good.”
She didn’t say anything for a moment as he held his phone so tightly, he worried he was going to break it. “Would it bother you if I slept without a bra? I’m so hot.”
He closed his eyes as he pressed his lips together. “I can turn the air down.”
“Oh. Good idea,” she decided, and with that, he watched as she sashayed across the room to the thermostat, turning it down, but all he saw was the curve of that ass and the dimples in her thick thighs. How in the world was he supposed to make it?
“Is that okay?” she asked, turning to look at him, and he just nodded.
“Good,” he got out as she headed back to the bed, getting in very slowly, and somehow, very fucking sexily. Pushing the blankets off her, she lay beside him, completely his for the taking, and he knew he was going to die a slow death from lack of blood since it was all in his cock. As her hands slid down her thighs and then up over her belly, his breath caught.
Was she doing this on purpose?
“Oh, he’s moving. Wanna feel?”
But before he could beg her not to touch him, she grabbed his hand, placing it on her belly. Within seconds, he felt the baby kicking with all his might. Away went his insane lust as a grin pulled at his lips while he sat up, taking her belly between both hands as the baby moved. It was mind-blowing, and he had always wanted a chance to feel this. For so long he thought he’d never get to, but as he sat there, his hands on her growing belly, he felt tears burning in his eyes.
“That’s amazing.”
“If I weren’t one hundred percent sure he was going to be a hockey player, I’d say the kid was destined for soccer.”
Jensen laughed at that. “He can do both. Wow, he’s strong.”
“He is.”
“Is the asshole big?”
When he looked up at her, her lips were pressed together. “Yeah, like you.”
“Cool,” he said, though he didn’t think it was that cool. He hated the guy. “Is he blond?”
“No, brown-haired.”
“That’s good.”
“Yeah,” she said simply as his hands moved along her belly.
“Man, he is amazing in there.”
“He is,” she agreed as her hands covered his. She looked up, and their eyes met. The lust hit him like a puck in the middle of the chest. Her eyes were so dark, her lips so full, and soon she was moving toward him. “I hope he is just like you.”
His heart flip-flopped in his chest as she took his face in her hands, her lips coming to his with heated need. His eyes fell shut first, which usually didn’t happen, but everything was on fire and he couldn’t handle it. Sliding his hands up her body, over her full breasts, he wrapped his arms around her neck, holding her to him as he devoured her naughty little mouth. He was shaking, he wanted her so badly, yet, he pulled back, kissing her lips softly. When she tried to deepen the kiss, he backed away more. “I need to ask you something.”
She was breathing hard, her lips parted as she gazed up at him. “Or you can just kiss me, grab my boob or my ass. Whichever.”
He chuckled against her lips as he let her go, putting some space between them. “Or, we can talk.”
“Talking is overrated.”
“I don’t think so,” he said, sitting back in his place though his cock was basically cussing him out at this point. “Why don’t you talk to Shanna anymore?”
When he looked over at her, her face was full of annoyance and a whole lot of sexual frustration. “Really?”
“Yeah. I want to know.”
She pursed her lips and then exhaled hard. “It’s a long story.”
“And we’ve got all the time in the world.”
She glared at the ceiling, and he smiled. She wanted him, he could tell, but he didn’t feel it was more than that. Until he did, he wouldn’t be giving in. Call him an idiot, but he knew her. He knew how she worked, and he wouldn’t be another one of her mistakes.
He wanted to be her forever.
Even if it killed him and gave him the biggest case of blue balls the world had ever seen.
Swallowing hard, she shook her head. “I don’t know, Jensen. I don’t know how to explain it.”
“Try.”
She shrugged, chewing on her lip as she chose her words. “I dropped her because I knew if I told her about the baby, she would judge me. She always judged me for my lifestyle because, you know, she’s married, kids, the whole nine. She always told me I was too old to be sleeping around. Plus, she’d want to know who the dad is and I don’t want to tell anyone and she’d get pissed and, yeah, I just let it go.”
“An over twenty-year friendship? Just like that?”
She met his gaze. “Yeah. I knew that she wouldn’t support me, so I dropped her before she could drop me.”
He held her gaze, knowing it was more than that. “Will you ever tell me who the dad is?”
She shook her head, pressing her lips together. “He isn’t important. You’re the dad now. So why does he matter?”
In a way, he didn’t, Jensen guessed, but he wanted to know. “I just want to know.”
Biting on her lip, she dropped her shoulders, and he thought maybe she was going to tell him. Instead, she whispered, “He doesn’t matter. Only you matter.”
