Chapter 9

CHAPTERNINE

Finley felt like she was floating on air. There was something to be said for having good sex—no, great sex—every night. Getting up at four in the morning didn’t seem to be that much of a hardship when she got to shower with Brock before heading to work. Most of the time their shower turned into either a quickie, or getting each other off orally or by hand.

Brock was an inventive and generous lover. The fact that she was heavier than most people genuinely wasn’t an issue for him. After the first time he’d made love to her with all the lights on, she’d lost all her inhibitions. She’d never had as much sex throughout the course of an entire relationship as she’d had with Brock over the last nine days. She’d never believed people could be as voracious as they were in the romance books she’d read, but she understood now. All Finley had to do was look at Brock, and she immediately got wet.

But this morning, despite being happier than she could remember being in her life, Finley was stressed. Lilly and Ethan were getting married today, and there were a million things she needed to do, the most important of which was to get the cake she’d made over to Bristol’s house in one piece. Then she had to put it together and hope it turned out as cute as the trial-run cake had been.

“Stop worrying,” Brock chided as he zipped the bag they were bringing to Bristol and Rocky’s house. It had the clothes they were going to wear to the wedding and reception, along with the gift Brock had insisted on putting both their names on.

“I can’t,” she whined. “What if they hate it? What if I can’t get it to look right? What if it tastes awful?”

Brock came over and pulled her into his embrace and Finley sighed. This was her favorite place in the world to be. Held against Brock’s chest so tightly she could hear his heart beating. “Your cake is going to be a hit. I tasted the extra layer you made yesterday and decided not to use. It was delicious. And it’ll be even better iced. No one is going to hate it. And it’s going to look perfect, but even if it doesn’t, Lilly and Ethan aren’t going to care. They’re just so relieved this day is finally here, it could look like Tony made it and they’d still be thrilled.”

Finley knew he was right, but she was still nervous.

“Come on,” he said. “The sooner we get there and you can get busy helping others and doing your thing, the less nervous you’ll be.”

He was right.

As they drove out to Bristol and Rocky’s, Finley couldn’t help but think back on the last several days. It had been a whirlwind in a lot of ways. She’d spent every night at Brock’s house, and the small bag she’d brought over the first day had already expanded to having a week’s worth of clothes and all of her toiletries on the counter in his bathroom.

He’d also packed up three boxes of stuff from her kitchen when she’d complained one night about his crappy pans. She’d been kidding, but the next thing she knew, he was unpacking her things and telling her to feel free to rearrange them. They were moving at warp speed…and Finley couldn’t find it in her to care. Her clothes were in the dryer mixed with his and both their names were on the new camera lens wrapped in a box on the back seat.

Ethan had told all his friends not to get any gifts for him, but to spoil Lilly instead. It was the sweetest thing Finley had ever heard, and she was so happy for her friend.

Word had gotten around Fallport just as quickly that she and Brock were an item. Probably because the morning after they’d made love for the first time, when Brock was leaving The Sweet Tooth, they’d gotten a little carried away with their goodbye kiss while on the sidewalk in front of the store. When they’d finally broken apart, breathing hard and turned way the hell on, Silas, Otto, and Art had been whistling and catcalling from their spots outside the post office. Finley had been mortified, but Brock had merely smiled and kissed her forehead before saying, “See you this evening.”

Now they were on their way to Bristol and Rocky’s property. There were still eight hours until the ceremony was supposed to start at sunset, but Finley, along with Elsie, Bristol, and Caryn, were going over early to help out and hopefully to keep Lilly’s stress level down.

Lilly and Ethan had chosen not to have any attendants, it was just going to be the two of them standing up in front of their family and friends to pledge their lives and love to each other.

Ethan and Rocky’s mom had arrived earlier in the week, and Finley had gotten to meet her when she’d come into the bakery. She was down to earth and friendly, and Finley had adored her on sight.

Lilly’s entire family was there as well, and from what she understood from Brock, they were a rowdy, fun group of people that included her dad, along with her four brothers and their families. The guest list for the ceremony also included a lot of people Finley had gotten to know from around Fallport, like Whitney Crawford, the owner of the B&B where Lilly had stayed when she’d arrived to work on the paranormal investigations show.

Part of the reason Finley was so nervous about her wedding cake being perfect was precisely because so many people from town would be there. This could be an excellent chance to increase her catering sales…but only if nothing went wrong with her very first wedding cake.

The number of people milling around the barn and property when they arrived was kind of surprising, but Brock managed to steer around people carrying chairs and tables, and he backed up right to the front door of the house.

“Come on,” he said. “We’ll get the cake inside, then I’ll go find the guys and see what I can do to help.”

Minutes later, before he headed back outside to move his truck and to help out with the setup, Brock hugged her tightly. “Have fun today. Try not to worry. Everything’s gonna be perfect.”

“I’d settle for fine, not perfect,” Finley said dryly. Brock chuckled lightly. Then he studied her with a look she couldn’t interpret. “What?” she asked.

He shrugged. “I’m just happy.”

Warmth spread through Finley’s belly. “Me too.”

“Good. If you need anything, just shoot me a text. I’m happy to be an errand boy if necessary. Bobby pins, more alcohol, something you need from the shop…it’s not a problem.”

Gah. He was the best. “Thanks,” she said, her voice cracking.

“I’d do anything for you, Fin. Just sayin’. Now, kiss me and I’ll see you later.”

She went up on her tiptoes and did as he ordered. The kiss was long and probably way too intimate for their location, especially when there was no way they could do anything about the desire it stirred within each of them.

“Damn, woman,” he mock-complained as he ran a thumb over her cheek. “You’re lethal.”

“I could say the same thing about you,” she said.

“Good thing I have to move the truck before finding the guys,” he said ruefully, looking down at his crotch.

Finley giggled at seeing his erection pressing against the front of his jeans. “Sorry?”

“No, you aren’t. But that’s okay. I have no problem with people knowing how much my girl turns me on. Have a good day,” he said, kissing her forehead before turning and heading for the door.

They’d been standing in the kitchen, where Bristol had told her to set up everything she needed to finish Lilly’s wedding cake. When Brock disappeared down the hall, she heard a throat clearing and whirled around.

Caryn was standing in the living area, and she gave Finley a crooked smile. “I was gonna ask how things were going between you guys, but I can see for myself that they’re good.”

Finley blushed, smiling at her friend. “Yeah, you could say that.”

“I’m so happy for you both. You deserve each other.”

“Thanks. He’s…” Finley’s words trailed off as she struggled to find the right adjective to describe Brock.

But she didn’t need to, Caryn seemed to understand. “Yeah,” she said with a nod. “You need any help in here?”

Taking a deep breath, Finley shook her head. “I don’t need to start on the cake just yet. It’s a little too early. And the last thing I’d want is someone accidentally knocking into it or something. How’s Lilly? Is she stressed out?”

“Surprisingly, no. She’s pretty calm. I think she’s ready for this to just be done.”

“Makes sense.”

“I came down to grab one of the bottles of caramel apple moonshine I brought with me,” Caryn said. “Clyde made a batch just for me for today.”

“Cool,” Finley told her. “Anything with caramel in it is my favorite.”

Caryn beamed. She headed for a box on the floor in the corner of the room, grabbing the bottle.

“Do we need glasses?” Finley asked.

“Nope. There are already some upstairs. Come on…Lilly’s getting her hair done, then it’s our turn.”

“Oh, but I wasn’t expecting—”

“I know. None of us were. But even though Lilly doesn’t have any bridesmaids, she still wanted to share the day with her friends. So she arranged for us all to have our makeup and hair done.”

“That’s sweet.”

“Yup. But I’ll tell you one thing…I’ll be more than ready to escape the estrogen overload after a while, so when it’s time to come down and work on the cake, please bring me with you.”

Finley chuckled. “Deal. Is everyone here already?”

“Everyone but Khloe.”

“Oh, I thought she was coming back yesterday. She sent me a text and told me she was returning and I wouldn’t need to feed the kittens today.” Finley had told the others about how adorable the cats were, and both Bristol and Lilly had already agreed to take one after the wedding was over.

“As far as I know, she’s back. And she said she’d try to make the ceremony, but she couldn’t come over beforehand,” Caryn said with a frown.

“Is she okay?” Finley asked. “I mean, she seems…stressed.”

“I don’t know. And I agree. Something’s up and I hate that she’s not talking to us.”

“Do you know where she went or what she was doing?”

“No.”

“Does anyone?”

Caryn shrugged. “Not that I know of. I mean, she and Bristol are probably the closest, and even she doesn’t know where Khloe’s been.”

“Well, shoot. How can we help her if we don’t know what’s wrong?” Finley asked. “Maybe I’ll make her a double chocolate cake and take it over to her apartment next week. Nothing’s as good as chocolate to make someone feel better.”

“You’re sweet,” Caryn said with a smile. “How come I didn’t get a double chocolate cake after all my shit?”

Finley stared at her for a second, worried her friend was actually upset with her, but then Caryn laughed.

“I’m kidding! I heard about how you practically dragged poor Brock out of your store when he went to tell you what happened. You were an unstoppable force, demanding he take you to see for yourself that I was all right. I’ll take that over a cake any day.”

“You haven’t tried my double chocolate cake,” Finley mumbled, feeling a little embarrassed at how demanding she’d been with Brock that day.

As if she could read her mind, Caryn said, “From where I’m standing, things have worked out perfectly between you and Brock. Glad my plan worked.”

“Your plan?”

“Well, yeah. I was the one who suggested he go to your shop to tell you what happened that day. And in case you already forgot, I also called him to be your assistant when you sprained your wrist.”

“You’re awful,” Finley said, shaking her head.

“Nope. Just in love, and I want all my friends to feel the same way. Now, come on, I need to get back upstairs with this stuff before there’s a riot.”

Caryn hooked her arm with Finley’s and they walked toward the stairs. She thought about what her friend had said. Was she in love with Brock?

Yes. She absolutely was—and that was scary as hell. She’d fallen hard and fast, and the man had the power to completely break her if he wasn’t as serious about her as she was about him. Of course, all signs indicated he wasn’t with her just for sex. Hell, he’d told her flat out that he wouldn’t mind getting her pregnant. A man who was just with a woman for the sex wouldn’t want to jump into fatherhood. No, he’d be going out of his way to make sure there were no long-term consequences of a physical relationship.

But would everything they have fizzle out after burning so bright, so fast?

God, Finley hoped not.

“Stop thinking so hard,” Caryn chided as they neared the top of the stairs. “You and Brock are perfect together. He can’t take his eyes off you when you’re in the same room. And don’t forget, I saw that kiss. We’re all gonna be celebrating your own wedding sooner rather than later.”

“Oh no, this is all too much for me. I just want something small and simple.”

Caryn smirked. “Knew you were thinking about it,” she crowed.

Finley rolled her eyes. Then she said under her breath, “And there’s no reason for a shotgun wedding nowadays.”

“Wait—what?” Caryn asked, her eyes huge in her face as she stopped abruptly in the middle of the hall.

“Nothing.”

A determined glint shone in Caryn’s eyes as she grabbed Finley’s arm and pulled her inside a bedroom. Lilly, Elsie, and Bristol—and the woman doing Lilly’s hair—all turned to look at them when they entered.

“It’s about time. I’m parched!” Elsie joked.

Caryn plunked the bottle of moonshine on a table and turned to the group. “Finley’s pregnant!”

Finley choked at her friend’s announcement as everyone—well, everyone but the hairdresser—began to speak at once.

“You are?!”

“Holy shit, Brock works fast!”

“Congratulations!”

Finley held up a hand. “Wait, wait, wait! I’m not pregnant.”

“We were talking about weddings, and you said shotgun weddings weren’t necessary anymore. Shotgun weddings are when a woman’s daddy forces a man to marry his daughter because he knocked her up. Hence, me reading between the lines and assuming you were preggo,” Caryn said, crossing her arms.

“Brock and I have only been together-together for a week,” Finley protested.

Caryn sighed dramatically. “Right, so it’s practically impossible to know if you’re preggo after only a week, but…you were the one who said what you said and made me wonder.”

It was Finley’s turn to sigh. “Fine. The reason I said that is because I’m not on birth control, and Brock and I had a talk, and we decided to just…take our chances. He said no matter what happened between us that he’d take care of any baby I might have.”

“That’s… Holy shit,” Lilly breathed.

“Stupid, I know,” Finley said with a grimace.

“No, it’s so romantic!” Bristol argued. “I mean, seeing the two of you together…it’s obvious that your relationship isn’t casual. And if he says he has no problem knocking you up, then he must actually want to do that. How do you feel about it?”

“I…I’m not getting any younger. And I’d love to be a mom,” Finley said hesitatingly.

“You’d be such a wonderful mother,” Elsie said enthusiastically.

“No moonshine for you!” Caryn exclaimed. “Just in case you’re already knocked up. But the rest of us are toasting to Brock’s super-sperm!”

Everyone laughed—but Lilly blushed as she said, “None for me either.”

Finley was kind of glad everyone’s attention shifted to the soon-to-be bride. It was kind of embarrassing to talk about her rash decision not to use birth control when she’d literally just started dating Brock, but their support and belief that Brock was definitely serious about her made Finley feel a lot better.

“Are you…?” Bristol asked.

Lilly blushed and shrugged. “Good thing my daddy likes Ethan and he doesn’t own a shotgun.”

Pandemonium erupted as everyone rushed to congratulate Lilly. The questions were fired at her fast and furious, and she held up a hand. “One at a time. Right, so I’m not that far along. Probably too soon to even be talking about it. And I’m freaking out, actually, because I drank the other week when we all got together at Caryn’s. Then I peed on a stick last night and it was positive. I know it could be a false positive, but I’ve been feeling really tired and emotional lately, and I think that’s part of why I was so stressed about the wedding.”

“That’s so awesome,” Elsie breathed. “I’m so happy for you,” she said as she walked over and gave her friend a huge hug.

“What about you?” Lilly asked.

“What about me?”

“I know you and Zeke want more kids.”

Elsie frowned. “I want them so bad, but so far…nothing. It’s frustrating.”

“It’ll happen when it’s supposed to happen,” Bristol told her gently. “You can’t stress about it.”

“I know, but honestly, it’s all I can think about. I want to have Zeke’s kids so bad, and I swear I got pregnant with Tony the day I stopped taking my birth control. I’m paranoid that it won’t happen,” Elsie lamented softly.

“It will,” Lilly said firmly.

“I agree. In the meantime, enjoy the act of trying,” Caryn said with a wink.

Finley couldn’t stop the blush she felt on her face. Luckily no one was looking at her. She thought about how thoroughly and often Brock made love to her, and how the sight of his come dipping out of her seemed to turn him on even more. If she wasn’t pregnant right now, she would be soon. She had no doubt.

“Drew and I talked about it, and neither of us want children, but we can’t freaking wait to spoil all of yours,” Caryn said with a sigh.

“Rocky and I aren’t sure either,” Bristol added, “but I’ll be right by Caryn’s side, spoiling the heck out of everyone else’s kids.”

“We can have sleepovers where we let them stay up half the night and drink soda and eat sugar…then send ’em home,” Caryn said with a laugh.

“Let them watch scary movies so they want to sleep with Mommy and Daddy for a week after.” Bristol smirked.

Everyone was laughing now. Finley knew her friends would do exactly what they were threatening.

Talk of babies faded away as the morning went on. Finley headed down to the kitchen after Caryn’s hair and makeup was done, to start assembling the cake, and her friend was happy to assist. She texted Brock when they finished, to ask if he’d come help her get the cake out to the barn. He arrived with Tal, and the two of them carefully transported it to the table that had been set up in the barn.

The weather was perfect for a wedding. It was cool, but not cold. Finley didn’t have to worry about the cake melting or freezing. Which was a huge relief. Brock kissed her hard before he left to go back to the barn and hang out with the rest of the Eagle Point Search and Rescue team and the arriving guests.

Finley’s lips tingled long after they’d parted. She’d never felt pretty before. Had never experienced men whistling at her when she walked down the street. Hadn’t been hit on at parties or get-togethers. But with Brock, seeing the desire in his eyes when he looked at her or when he kissed her, she felt beautiful for the first time in her life.

And seeing his face a short while later, after she’d changed into tight jeans and a blouse showcasing ample cleavage, and with her hair and makeup professionally done? Finley had wanted to cry at his expression of lust and longing.

Brock was as handsome as ever, of course, in his black jeans and a crisp white shirt, and Finley felt proud to be by his side.

He held her hand as Lilly exited the house on the arm of her father and walked toward the barn. The ceremony was taking place outside the large barn, where the reception would be held. The sun was low in the sky, and the purple and orange clouds were the perfect backdrop.

Lilly was wearing a white dress that came down past her knees. It was cut low in the front and back, and hugged her chest. It flared out at her waist and the material swished around her thighs as she walked. Her hair was in a fancy updo and her makeup accentuated her bright blue eyes. She was carrying a bouquet of daisies, and she absolutely looked like a fairy princess.

Apparently, Ethan didn’t have the patience to wait for her to come to him. He strode across the lawn until he reached Lilly. He went to her other side, and both he and her father walked her through their guests to where the officiant stood waiting. There were no chairs, so everyone was simply standing around in intimate groups, watching.

Brock shifted until he was standing behind Finley, and he wrapped his arms around her waist. He put his chin on her shoulder as he watched his friend marry the woman he loved. Finley had a hard time paying attention to Lilly and Ethan’s vows, as she was distracted by Brock’s hand resting on her belly. Normally she didn’t like when men touched her there. As a fat woman, it wasn’t a pleasant thing to have someone draw any attention to her middle. But Brock had proven time and time again that he had absolutely no problem with her shape. And his thumb gently caressing her belly made her wonder if she really could be pregnant already. It wasn’t an impossibility.

The ceremony was short and sweet, and before Finley knew it, Lilly and Ethan were kissing after being pronounced man and wife. Everyone cheered as they turned to face their guests and beamed.

As the guests celebrated, Brock turned his head and nibbled on Finley’s ear.

“Brock, stop.”

“Can’t. You’re so damn beautiful. I nearly came in my jeans when I saw you. I can’t wait to take all those pins out of your hair and see it spread across my pillow as I eat you out.”

“Seriously, Brock,” Finley complained halfheartedly.

“I want to toast my friend. Dance with you. Eat your amazing cake. Show you off. But as soon as you’re ready and want to leave, I’m all for it,” he said, his voice a low growl in her ear. “I can’t wait to get inside you, Fin. I’ve never been so damn insatiable with anyone before. I can’t go even an hour without thinking about you. About how it feels to come inside you. How you look when you’re riding my cock. But it’s how you make me feel when I’m with you that really slays me. How you look at me as if the sun rises and sets with me. It feels so good, Fin. Really fucking good—and I’m gonna do everything in my power to get us there.”

“Get us where?” Finley asked. She was basically a puddle of goo in his arms. The only thing holding her up was Brock himself. She wanted to tell him she felt the same way about him, but was afraid if she tried to talk further, she’d burst out crying.

“There,” he said, motioning to where Lilly and Ethan were standing next to a table signing their wedding license with the officiant.

Her heart stopped. Literally stopped.

Craning her head, she looked back at him with wide eyes.

“I wouldn’t tell you I wanted you to have my baby if I didn’t want to marry you, Fin.”

Holy shit. This was faster than fast. Like, lightning fast. Speed-of-light fast.

But she couldn’t deny she was right there with him.

“I’m not popping the question right here and now. This is Ethan and Lilly’s day. But I wanted to make sure you knew how serious I am about us. I’ve watched you for what feels like ages, Fin. And nothing I saw made me reluctant to start a relationship with you. Then, when you finally let me in? Fucking dream come true.

“I’m not an idiot. I’m thirty-eight years old and I know a good thing when I see it. I’ve spent my life watching others meet, marry, have kids, and then fuck up what they had. I vowed that wasn’t going to be me. That I was going to wait until I met the one woman who could love me for who I am…fingers stained with grease, rough around the edges, and doesn’t give a shit what others think about him.”

“You aren’t rough around the edges,” she protested, turning in his embrace so she was facing him.

He chuckled. “I am. But I don’t care.”

“I’m serious about you too,” Finley felt compelled to say. “I just didn’t think I’d ever have a chance with you because you’re…you,” she said with a shrug, frustrated that she wasn’t articulating her thoughts very well.

“You’re the only one who had a chance. Now…shall we go and toast the new couple?” he asked.

She nodded, then wrinkled her nose. “Although I think only water for me.”

Brock went so still, Finley was afraid something was wrong.

“Brock?”

“Water? You all right?”

The dang blush was back. She shrugged. “Yeah. I just…we’ve been…it’s the right time in my cycle, and you know we haven’t been using anything. Just in case, I don’t want…”

“Fuck,” Brock breathed, resting his forehead on Finley’s. “Jesus, Fin. I want you. Right now. So goddamn bad. Want to fill you up again and again. Never wanted to get a woman pregnant, ever—until now.”

Finley’s nipples tightened under her shirt and she felt how much Brock wanted her as his erection was pressing against her belly. “I’m not saying I am, just that the possibility is there. And if there’s a chance, I don’t want to do anything that might hurt him or her.”

“Of course not.” He took a deep breath. Then another. “Give me a second,” he whispered, his forehead still on hers.

Finley thought she was going to burst, she was so happy. “Okay,” she whispered back.

A full minute passed. Then two. And Brock didn’t move. He held her tightly against him as he did his best to regain control over his emotions and his libido.

“Stop makin’ out and get over here!” Talon yelled, breaking the spell. “It’s time for pictures and Lilly wants to get a pic of the team!”

“Guess that’s our cue,” Finley told Brock.

He straightened. “Cake. One dance. Then we’re leaving.”

Finley smiled. “Okay.”

“Okay,” he said with a nod. His nostrils flared as he took another deep breath. “Best thing that ever happened to me,” he said under his breath as he turned, grabbed hold of her hand, and headed toward where Lilly and Ethan were having pictures taken.

Three hours later, after dinner, after Lilly and Ethan had cut their cake, smooshed it into each other’s faces, and everyone had devoured the confection and enthused over how good it was, and after a single dance, Brock was true to his word and told everyone they were heading home. That she had to be up early to open the bakery. Which wasn’t a lie, but they both knew why he was in such a hurry to leave.

Finley said her goodbyes as they walked around the barn to get to Lilly and Ethan. Caryn winked at her, while Elsie hugged her and said “go make babies” in her ear.

Lilly thanked her profusely for all she’d done to help her and for the cake. Then she too gave her a long, heartfelt hug. Brock was shaking Ethan’s hand and having a conversation with him and Rocky, so Lilly had the opportunity to say, “You look happy.”

“I am. Your ceremony was beautiful.”

“Thanks. I’m honestly glad it’s over. When it’s your turn, trust me…elope.”

Finley could only smile shyly at her friend.

“I’m so thrilled for you both,” Lilly said. “Brock’s perfect for you.”

“He is,” Finley agreed.

“He also looks impatient to get the hell out of here,” she joked.

“As does Ethan.”

“He’s tolerating all this for me,” Lilly said with a shrug. “And I love him more for it. But I know he’s anxious to get me to himself. I’m kind of jealous you and Brock can leave while I have to stay.”

“Why? You’re the bride, if you guys leave, no one’s gonna say a word. Besides, Bristol and Rocky already said they’d take care of everything here.”

“You know what, you’re right,” Lilly said as she looked over at her husband.

“I know.”

Lilly hugged Finley again. This time when she pulled back, she said, “With the way Brock’s staring at you, I have a feeling if you aren’t already pregnant, you will be by morning.”

Finley blushed and opened her mouth to respond when she felt a hand on her lower back.

“You ready?” Brock asked.

Finley had no idea if he’d heard what Lilly said, so she simply nodded.

“See you soon,” Lilly said.

“Same. Congratulations again.”

As soon as they exited the barn, Brock put his arm around her shoulders and pulled Finley into his side. “Gonna enjoy doing my best to make sure you’re knocked up,” he said into her ear as they walked.

Finley shivered. Guess he’d overheard Lilly after all.

“If you think I’m gonna complain, you’re sadly mistaken,” she offered a little sassily. The relief of the wedding being over, the fact that everyone seemed to love her cake, and the way Brock had been eye-fucking her all night gave Finley more confidence than she’d had in a long time.

As it turned out, Brock hadn’t been able to wait until they arrived back at his house. He pulled onto a small dirt road not far from Bristol’s property and had Finley’s pants undone, her back against the passenger door and her legs spread, before she barely knew what was going on. He buried his face between her legs, and because she was so primed, it didn’t take long for her to explode.

Smirking, and licking his lips happily, Brock put the truck into gear and headed back to the main road.

Not wanting him to have the upper hand, Finley leaned over and undid his jeans.

“Finn, no. I can’t—”

But she didn’t listen, simply pulling his rock-hard cock out of his pants and going down on him as he drove.

One hand rested on her head as she bobbed up and down, sucking and moaning and trying to give him as much pleasure as he’d given her. He managed to pull into his driveway safely and pulled a lever on the bench seat to shove it backward, giving her more room.

It felt naughty and dirty to be giving him a blow job in his truck in his driveway, but Finley was too far gone to worry about his neighbors seeing them. Apparently, he was in the same frame of mind, because he urged her to go faster, to suck harder.

Within minutes, he was exploding into her mouth, and Finley had never felt as feminine or as sexy as she did right then. She honestly didn’t love the taste of semen, but the satisfied look in his eyes, and the way his cock didn’t actually soften all the way, was worth it.

Stuffing his cock into his jeans, not bothering to fasten them, he yanked open his door and practically yanked Finley out behind him. She giggled as they rushed toward his front door. The second it closed, they raced to see who could get naked first.

Brock won, of course, since he had less to take off, but Finley still felt as if she was the winner as he picked her up and carried her down the hall. She couldn’t remember the last time anyone had carried her like this. Probably because no one ever had. Brock made her feel feminine and dainty and sexy, and she’d already stopped thinking about the extra weight she carried when they were intimate.

He threw her on the bed and proceeded to show her without words, over and over, how important she was to him. How much he loved her body. How serious he was about getting her pregnant.

Finley had never been as happy as she was right that moment. Life was good…very good.