Stumbling into Love
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“You two looked like you were troublemakers,” she whispers, stopping in front of one of the pictures of Dustin and me. In the photo, we’re playing cards with a few other guys—unbeknownst to them, the two of us were cheating everyone else at the table and winning.
“We were trouble.” I laugh.
“I think I would have liked him. He had kind eyes,” she says.
My eyes burn with unshed tears.
“You would have liked him, but he would have liked you more. He loved women—all women,” I say. She laughs, turning to look at me over her shoulder.
“Thank you for sharing him with me.”
Her words hit me in the chest and gut at the same time, making it almost impossible to breathe. I should have told her about him a long time ago. I should have known that she would help me heal. If anyone could, I should have known it would be her.
“You’re welcome, gorgeous.” I take her hand and pull her toward me. “I went and talked to your dad.”
“You went and talked to my dad?” she repeats, looking nervous. “Why?”
“Because I respect him. Because I wanted his opinion on what to do about you.”
“Okay. Was everything okay? What did he tell you?” she asks, biting her bottom lip.
“It was fine.” I tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. “He told me to trust you.”
“To trust me?” She frowns, looking confused.
“He told me to trust you to heal me. I should have known that you would do that without having to have him tell me,” I say.
Her eyes soften, then narrow.
“What are you not telling me about your meeting?”
“I told him that you are pregnant,” I admit.
Her eyes get wide. “You told my dad I was pregnant?” she whispers, looking stunned.
“I did.”
“Oh my god.” She hits my chest with the palms of her hands. “My mom is going to freak out that I didn’t tell her.”
“It will be okay,” I say. She raises a brow, and I shrug. “Maybe he hasn’t told her yet.”
“Maybe.” She nibbles her bottom lip, then looks at the clock. It’s already after nine.
After we left the yogurt shop, we made a couple of stops before we came back to my place. We stopped to get her some clothes, then we stopped at Tony’s so that she could tell Libby she was staying with me. When we got to the pizza parlor, we found Libby behind the counter, taking orders from customers and bossing a group of men around in the kitchen. Not that any of them noticed that they were being bossed around by her—they all seemed to love the attention. This seemed to annoy the shit out of Antonio, who was mostly glowering in Libby’s direction.
“Maybe you’re right. Maybe he didn’t tell her,” she says, bringing me out of my thoughts.
I gather her close.
“He probably didn’t tell her. I think she would have called when she found out.”
I slide my hand up the back of her shirt, then around to her stomach. Feeling a small bump there, I take a step back and lift up her top to get a better look.
“When did this happen?”
“Two days ago. I woke up, and it was like that,” she says.
I lead her into the bedroom and take off her shirt before I lay her down on the bed to get a better look. To see if I’m imagining things.
“Holy shit,” I mutter, getting onto the bed.
She moves my hand so it’s resting on our growing child.
“I know.” She runs her fingers through my hair.
I look up at her, then place a kiss on her stomach. Her eyes get dark.
“Wesley.”
“Yeah?” I pull her pants down over her hips, then toss them to the floor behind me. This leaves her in a sheer bra and matching panties that barely cover anything. Removing her panties, I toss them to the floor and then open her legs. Sliding my fingers between the lips of her pussy, I place my mouth against hers as my fingers begin to slowly circle her clit. I slide them down over her entrance, and her hips begin to move with my hand. She’s so wet that my fingers slide over her with no resistance. “Did you miss me?” I slide two fingers deep inside her.
“Yes,” she whimpers. I begin to move my fingers faster, and her pussy gets tighter. I know she is going to come, but I miss her taste so I pull my fingers out of her.
“I’ll give them back to you in a second,” I say when she looks at me as I get off the bed and get undressed.
Her eyes lock on my cock, and I swear it grows under her gaze. “Do you want this?” I wrap my fist around it, pumping two times.
“Yes,” she whimpers again as I climb back on the bed and move between her legs.
After kissing her mouth, I move my way down her body. I kiss each of her nipples, licking, sucking, and biting them. The noises she’s making and her nails digging into my hair egg me on once I have given both breasts the same treatment. I kiss down her stomach, licking around her belly button before lowering myself and lifting one of her legs up and over my shoulder. I sit back so I can watch my fingers enter her in smooth strokes, then start fucking her harder with two fingers before lowering my face and licking right up her center, pulling her clit into my mouth.
The heel of her foot digs into my shoulder, and her pussy clamps down on my fingers right before her body goes completely limp. Kissing her clit one last time, I wipe my chin on her inner thigh. I kiss my way up her stomach and slide into her, resting my forehead against her collarbone as her pussy spasms.
“I’ve missed you so much.” She wraps her limbs around me, holding me close.
I drop my forehead to hers.
“Fuck, gorgeous, I’ve missed you, too. You feel so good,” I tell her, raising my head above hers. “So fucking good.”
I move slowly, our bodies sliding against each other easily. Her legs lift and wrap tight around my ass, pulling me deeper. So deep that I bump her cervix.
“Oh god,” she cries as her nails dig into my back.
“I feel it, gorgeous. Fuck, you are squeezing me so tight. Fuck!” I growl, planting myself balls-deep inside her as her orgasm pulls me over the edge. She sucks every last drop of cum from me. Rolling to my back with her in my arms and my cock still buried inside her, I pull the covers up from the bottom of the bed and toss them over us.
Listening to her breathing even out while my hand runs over her hair, I eventually follow her off to sleep.
MAC
A pounding noise coming from somewhere wakes me. I squint one eye open, then the other. “What is that?” I ask Wesley.
He sits up, turning on the side lamp and casting the room in soft light.
“Someone is at the front door.” He gets out of bed and puts on a pair of sweats, looking ready to murder whoever it is.
“What time is it?” I ask, unable to see the clock from my side of the bed.
“Six thirty.” He picks up a baseball bat from beside the bed on his way out of the room.
“Six thirty?” I repeat, shaking my head.
“You got my daughter pregnant!”
I shoot out of bed when I hear my mom’s voice shrieking.
“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me about this! I can’t believe I had to find out from Mackenzie’s father that you two are expecting my first grandchild!” she continues loudly as I stumble around.
Rummaging across the floor, I search for something to wear. Finding a pair of Wesley’s sweats and one of his long-sleeve shirts, I put both on quickly, then rush out into the living room.
Mom is standing there, looking like a madwoman. She has curlers in her hair, oversize glasses on the end of her nose, and she’s wearing a pink, fluffy bathrobe that has seen better days—those days being when my sisters and I bought it for her, when we were little.
“Mom, what the hell?” I blurt.
She looks at me. “You didn’t think to tell me that you’re pregnant with my grandchild?” She crosses her arms over her chest and hitches out one hip. She starts tapping her foot.
“We were waiting to tell everyone,” I say, feeling like I did when I was a kid and she would get mad at me for misbehaving.
“Wesley told your dad.” She points accusingly at Wesley, who is standing shirtless in the kitchen drinking a glass of water like he doesn’t have a care in the world, like this situation is normal and happens every day. “That is not you waiting to tell everyone.”