Chapter 29

When I woke up, Macy's softness pressed against me, stimulating my already impressive hard-on to new levels, I squeezed her tighter against me, the way I always did, and looked around the room.

It was funny how so much had changed in the last few weeks and, at the same time, nothing was different. We were still living as we had over the last month, but there was the intimacy of permanence that had settled in since she'd put in her notice at her apartment complex and started bringing all of her stuff up here.

I loved seeing her things in my room, the little reminders that my home now belonged to someone else, as I'd long ago concluded would never happen for me, since I'd assumed that I would never be able to open myself up enough to someone in order to sleep with them again, much less fall in love for the first time.

I needed her, and I decided to show her how much in the way that had always come easily to us. Turning her onto her back gently so that she didn't wake up at the contact, I ducked down under the sheets so that my head came up right between her legs. I breathed deeply, taking in that seductive smell that took me over every time I breathed it in, and parted her legs under me so that I got a better angle.

Macy was a deep sleeper, and even when I started waking her up, it took a lot to actually get her up, but I knew what I was doing. I'd gotten to know her body so well over the last month or so that I barely had to try in order to get her to come.

No—the greater challenge had become delaying her orgasm as long as I could.

I started kissing my way up her thigh, dragging my cheek along the smooth skin along her inner thigh and watching the color rise in response as I heard her groans from above me, and I knew I was succeeding.

"Wake up, Mace," I crooned as I moved up her body, finally coming level with her pussy. She was already damp, the little curls that adorned her dewy with moisture. I brought my fingers up and stroked the pad of my index finger along the pink folds, watching them open as I turned her on more and more.

The throaty moan that emerged from her was like a match to tinder, and after that, I couldn't resist anymore. I leaned down and pressed my tongue to the bud that was standing, ready for my attention.

"Oh, God," I heard her say as she reached down, running her fingers through my hair. "Oh, my God."

I grinned into her skin as I continued dragging my tongue up and down the edge of her pussy, finally bringing my finger to her entrance and slipping it inside of her. She moaned as I started moving it, adding another finger so that I filled her tight, perfect cunt to the brim. I crooked them up, as if I were beckoning someone forward, and I could feel the sounds that she was making change as I started to stroke that essential spot inside of her.

I added a third finger to the others as I pressed the flat of my tongue against her clit, devouring her as she continued to leak out against my fingers.

Now, her breathing changed also, and it got shallower and shallower as I continued to move my fingers. The muscles of her pussy started to clench around my fingers, and I knew that she was close.

I pulled them out of her and pulled my mouth away from her, chuckling at her annoyed growl of protest. I crawled back up her body, paying special attention to the belly where our baby was growing before moving up to her beautiful tits.

I took one of her nipples into my mouth as I put my hand over the other one, gently moving over it so that I felt her nipple react the same way in my hand the way that it did in my mouth. She moaned again, fisting her fingers through my hair, and huffed out a breath as I came up to face her once again.

"You asshole," she said once I was face-to-face with her, my body fully aligned with hers and my mouth held above her beautiful, angry lips. "Do you know how close I was?"

"Oh, I do," I said, kissing her deeply, allowing her to taste herself on my tongue.

"So you love torturing me," she said, her voice breathless when I broke off the kiss, allowing my mouth to linger right above hers.

"I wouldn't say that," I said, turning her head so that I pressed my mouth against the spot under her ear that always made her melt. "It's just that I love watching you when you come. I've never seen anything so beautiful."

She blushed again, which struck me as funny. I didn't keep it a secret how beautiful I thought she was, but somehow, she was always surprised by it.

She pulled me down to kiss me again, and I reached down, parting her legs so that I was perfectly aligned with her. She sighed as I slid into her, bringing her legs up so that I was able to enter her even deeper, and I moaned with her as I felt her tight, wet heat enclose around me.

I paused there, frozen inside of her as I looked down into the face that I had rapidly learned I would never be able to live without. As hard as I'd worked to keep everyone away, and my heart safe from anyone who could potentially touch it, I hadn't been careful enough to protect myself against her.

I rolled onto my side, bringing her with me so that I could move into her at an even deeper angle, and started plunging harder. Her moans got higher in pitch as I went, and I knew that the pleasure I was wringing out of her was different than any I'd given her before. It was like I was pushing into her soul with every thrust, and I'd entered more than just her pussy.

She wrapped her arms around me as she brought her legs up, meeting me thrust for thrust as I felt her hot, tight muscles start to spasm around my cock. She was getting so tight around me that I didn't know if I'd ever get free of her, and more than that, I didn't think I'd ever want to.

"Come on my cock, baby," I said into her mouth, swallowing her moans. "I need to feel it. Come all over me."

I thrust harder and harder as I felt her squeeze even more, and soon enough, I felt the muscles of her pussy tighten and spasm harder than they ever had, massaging me forcefully and coaxing the orgasm out of me.

The sound that came out of her with this orgasm was different; it seemed to emerge from a deeper, more intrinsic part of her, and it emerged from her with all the force of a tidal wave. I had a second to be grateful that my home was so isolated, otherwise a neighbor would definitely think someone was getting murdered if they heard that from next door.

I didn't think about it for long, though, because I was following her quickly, her hot cunt milking the orgasm out of me. I groaned deeply as I spilled in her, the waves seeming to move through me over and over as I finished coming in her.

I didn't pull out of her as we lay there, just looking at each other. I reached around her, tucking the hair around her ear. She pushed gently on my chest so I rolled over onto my back, and she came with me.

I wrapped my arms tightly around her, pulling her in so that she was held tight to me.

"That—that was definitely worth it," she said, her voice soft and wondering.

I chuckled. "Do you still think I live to torture you?"

"Sometimes," she said. "But I know it's just because you care so much about me and keeping me safe."

She turned her head so that it was on its side and ran her finger around and around my own nipple, raising the nerves there.

"Are you calling me a control freak again?"

"I plead the fifth."

I sighed. It was true that I had a hard time letting her out my sight. Funny enough, as soon as we were able to get Alex caught was the same exact time that my overprotectiveness ramped up to an even more extreme level. After all, she was pregnant with my baby.

But as soon as I'd started to realize how deeply I'd fallen for her, I'd realized that the rules I'd made for her safety were also serving my own insecurities, and I'd known that I needed to get ahold of myself before I started resembling the asshole whose cruelty had driven her to me in the first place.

I'd committed to myself that I wouldn't control her actions, and as much as it grated, I watched her leave the cabin to go shopping and run errands. I'd even stopped asking her to share her location, and she'd felt my forehead, saying it was a huge step.

She met my eyes now, and I looked at her, reaching up to run my thumb along her cheekbone and then her lip.

"I'm working on it."

"I know."

* * *

"Do you see that flickering there?" asked the doctor, pointing at the screen in front of us. "That's the heartbeat."

She smiled at us as we sat in the doctor's office, and I couldn't stop gripping Macy's hand throughout the examination. We'd made at the OB/GYN that Ally had recommended to us after she'd stopped crowing that she'd been right the first time I'd met Macy at the market. When I'd looked at her, confused, she'd just rolled her eyes and said we could discuss it later.

"You're about ten weeks pregnant, Macy," said the doctor, examining the little blob on the screen. We looked at each other, counting back, and remembered that fateful night when she'd asked me if I'd be willing to drink with her. I had, and then we'd found another way to alleviate the tension in the air.

"Is my baby healthy?" Macy asked, gripping my hand as tightly as I was gripping hers. I knew her concerns. After what had happened with Alex, she'd been unable to relax at the thought that his actions might've hurt our kid, and she'd been counting down to this appointment.

"From everything I can see, your baby is perfectly healthy." Dr. Jacobs smiled reassuringly before pressing a button that took a screenshot, setting down the little fetal monitor. "Why don't you get cleaned up and dressed, and we can go over some pregnancy care instructions."

She got up and washed her hands before leaving the room. Macy sat up, and the two of us rested our foreheads against each other for a second, allowing the tears to flow.

"It's okay, babe. It's okay," I said, leaning forward to kiss her.

"I know."

* * *

"So what do you want to do now, babe?" I asked as I threw the truck into drive, pulling out of the doctor's office.

"Well, I want to go home and FaceTime Mom and show her the picture," she said, cradling the little printout of our sonogram to her chest, "and I'd like to look into getting some of the rest of my stuff shipped out here from LA. But first, I'd like to stop by Maria's café because I could kill a man for a latte and a chocolate croissant."

I chuckled. "You're such a weirdo."

"You love it."

I looked at her, my eyes soft, and let the words come easily. "No—I love you."