Chapter 17

DELILAH

"Say it again," he growls, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Say what?" I quirk a brow.

"What you just said."

"Our baby?" I giggle.

"I like the sound of that on your lips," he says low and husky, as he inches closer. I step back, but he persists, and my eyes widen as I bite my lip, looking up at him.

His movements are as swift and as sudden as lightning. He scoops me up and carries me bridal style toward the bedroom.

"What are you doing?" My laughter fills the room as he playfully kicks the door shut, gently laying me down on the bed, a twinkle in his eyes.

Wells hovers at the edge of the bed, looming over me before grabbing the pajama bottoms I have on, and peeling them down my legs.

"Well, from what you said, we have dinner to go to, but I'd like to have my dessert before we get ready."

I can still feel the stickiness between my legs as he spreads my thighs and drops to his knees at the side of the bed. He can't be serious? I press a foot against his chest, stopping him from his treat.

When he looks up at me, his eyes speak volumes of desire.

"You're keeping me from what I'm sure will be my favorite meal."

"Wells, you can't, I'm pregnant. I'm not even sexy anymore. I'm huge," I murmur, letting my self-doubt get the better of me.

My belly is huge, and my tits are bigger, which is amazing, but my nipples got darker and I'm pretty sure larger, and I know damn well that I've missed some spots when shaving the lady garden. It probably looks like I got into a fight with a weedeater.

"Little Doe, you're growing my child inside of you and it's the hottest thing I've ever seen."

"You really mean that?" I ask hopefully.

"Yes." He gets to his feet and climbs on the bed just enough so he can grab my hand and press it against his very hard cock.

"Does this seem like I'm lying?" he asks, his voice dark. Husky.

"He's so hard it hurts. Now, can I get back to my snack or are we going to be late for dinner?"

A nervous giggle slips from my lips as I clench my fingers tighter around his throbbing member. "By all means then."

Wells groans but gets back into position on the floor between my legs.

His tongue slides along my folds, exploring every inch of me, before he takes my clit into his mouth, sucking it between his lips. He continues to suck on my sensitive spot with unwavering ferocity, bringing me to the brink of ecstasy.

"Oh, God!" I moan, pushing my hips forward, crying out as I press my wetness against his eager lips.

His warm, wet tongue gently makes its way to my opening, spearing inside of me and I let out a small squeak in response to the sensation.

He playfully chuckles against my skin, eliciting another moan from me. "We taste good together. Now I want you to ride my face," he mumbles.

"I'm too heavy, Wells," I argue.

He pinches my inner thigh, and I squeal.

"I want to eat your pussy while staring at your belly. Your big beautiful belly that's creating life."

His words have a soothing effect on me, warming my soul and prompting me to nod in agreement.

"Okay, I can do that." I move to my knees and watch as Wells stands, pushes his pants down to his ankles, and steps out of them. He climbs onto the bed and lies down.

I carefully adjust my position, straddling him directly above his face. His rough hands find their place at my sides and he pulls me closer to his mouth, instantly lapping at me like a dying man in the desert.

I firmly grasp my breasts, feeling their weight in my hands as I gently tug on my barbells.

Fuck. This man has a magical tongue.

Or maybe it's that it's been over seven months since someone ate my pussy.

As a sharp sting jolts through my body, I gasp and quickly glance down to find Wells' eyes darkly fixated on me.

Did he just bite my clit?

"Look at me when I'm eating your cunt, Little Doe."

I meet his gaze, my heart racing as he resumes his feast, eagerly licking and lapping at every inch of my delicate skin. His hands gently cradle my swollen belly, and the intensity of his gaze unravels me completely.

My orgasm surges through me, and I can't help but grind myself against his face for maximum pleasure. I can feel my body pulsating, and a thin layer of sweat coats my entire body.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," I chant as I come down from the best high of my life.

Wells turns his head and plants a soft kiss on my thigh, sending a shiver down my spine.

"You're absolutely breathtaking," he whispers. "And I was right. Best thing I've ever tasted."

"Such a smooth talker. Now, fuck me," I whisper.

One of the benefits of having him here is that he's taking the edge off. I've been horny as hell lately and my vibrator isn't cutting it anymore. It's not like I can find someone to hook up with. One, no one wants to bang a pregnant lady and if they did, it's some weird fetish. Two, even thinking about trying to find someone on the Fling app made me cringe.

While I haven't lusted after Wells, the thought of sleeping with someone else while his baby is growing within, put me off. So it's been me and Bernard, my trusty vibrator that has been with me since I turned eighteen.

"Get on your knees," Wells demands, and I quickly move into the position. Instead of relying on my hands, I find support by bracing myself with my forearms.

I feel his tip gently press against my entrance, causing me to close my eyes and bite my lip. Ever so slowly, he pushes inside inch by delicious inch.

"God," he grits, "you're so incredibly tight." I can't help but feel a surge of pride at his words.

As his pelvis bumps against my backside, I feel a momentary pause before he withdraws and thrusts back in forcefully.

"Mmmm," I moan.

I'm surprised but thankful that he doesn't seem worried or put off by the baby. Because I have never been a slow and easy gal. In a forum I came across online, it was mentioned that a significant number of men or partners exhibit an overly cautious approach during sex when their partner is pregnant, due to their worries about potentially harming the baby.

Not Wells. He's driving into me with the same intensity as he did in the alley, but in this position, every thrust hits the spot perfectly. Going deeper than he could in the alley or even before. While I was on top, earlier, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of insecurity about my size, dampening my confidence.

"Fuck." He slaps my ass and I cry out. When I go home to Vegas, I'm going to miss this. The orgasms. Not Wells . I know he wants to be there for the baby and me, but I just don't see how that will work when we live states apart.

"I'm going to come," I rasp and he reaches around, pinches my clit, which sets me off as he slams in and out of me roughly.

My body trembles as it tenses up, my eyes instinctively closing and I find myself gasping for air.

"Goddamn," he grunts as he stills, his hot cum filling me up once again. When he pulls away, the warm sensation of his release trickles down between my thighs.

"Sexiest thing I've ever seen." He pushes two fingers inside of me. "Too bad I can't get you pregnant again. I don't want to waste a drop. It belongs inside of you."

Fuck. Does this dude have a breeding kink I wasn't aware of?

I may be pregnant now, but I do not plan on this being a regular thing. And not again anytime soon. Little Boba needs to be, like, eighteen before it happens again. While Derek has been amazing, if there's a next time, I want to be in my own place with the father. I don't want to do it all alone and Derek deserves his own happily ever after; not catering to my pregnant ass.

I roll over onto my back and sigh. I'm hot as hell and worn out. This is a whole exercise regiment when knocked up. According to the clock on the nightstand, I still have four hours until dinner.

I roll off the bed and make my way to the bathroom, flicking on the light as I go.

"What are you doing, Delilah?" Wells asks.

"I'm going to take a shower and then take a nap. You've worn me out and we have hours yet. So shower and nap it is."

I turn the shower on, and the sound of rushing water fills the bathroom as I wait for it to warm up. Stepping under the cascade, I close my eyes, letting the warmth envelop me and allowing myself a brief moment of peace. This weekend has been a whirlwind of emotions, and I know it will come to an end all too soon. The sound of the shower door opening abruptly interrupts my thoughts.

As Wells steps in, the small space suddenly feels crowded with his commanding presence. I feel a rush of warmth that has nothing to do with the water temperature. With his eyes never wavering from mine, he reaches out to grab the bar of soap.

"Hey there," he murmurs, his voice a low, comforting rumble.

"Hey," I reply, feeling a shiver of anticipation despite the hot water.

Wells lathers the soap in his hands before gently running them over my shoulders, his touch tender and purposeful. He delicately kisses my neck, leaving a trail of soft touches down to my collarbone. His hands move slowly, as he washes me, his touch both soothing and electrifying.

"You are exquisite," he whispers, his warm breath tickling my ear. "So sexy."

I can't help but smile, my heart swelling with emotion at the sound of his words.

"And you're amazing," he continues, his hands moving down to my growing belly. "Growing a life inside of you. Our baby."

His words hit me deeply, and I fight to keep a tear from escaping. Wells kneels, his warm breath tickling my belly, and places a gentle kiss on it. The gesture is filled with such love and intimacy that it's almost overwhelming. I don't want this moment to end, or this weekend to be over, forcing us back to the complicated reality of our lives in different cities.

Wells stands back up, his eyes locking with mine as he gently rinses the soap from my body. I do the same for him, my touch lingering as I memorize the feel of his skin. When we are both clean, he turns off the water and grabs a towel, wrapping it around me before taking another to dry himself.

Wells silently but sweetly helps me into a pair of new pajamas, the soft fabric a comfort against my skin. We make our way to the bed, the room dark. He must have shut the light off and closed the blinds before he came to the bathroom. Wells climbs in beside me, pulling me close into his arms. I sigh deeply, feeling both content and anxious.

"What's wrong?" he asks, his voice gentle.

"I can't help but feel like we're waiting for the other shoe to drop," I confess. "How are we going to make this work? Raise a baby when I live in Vegas and you live in Chicago?"

Wells tightens his hold on me, his voice firm and reassuring. "We'll figure it out. I have clubs in Vegas; I can move there."

"You can't. Your family is in Chicago, and it's your home," I protest.

"You could come to Illinois," he suggests, but I shake my head.

"I don't want to be anywhere near Claudia, and Derek is in Vegas. I can't leave him; he has a job, or at least he might," I say, my voice trembling with uncertainty.

"We'll figure it out, Little Doe. I'm not letting our baby grow up without a dad."

"You're still technically my uncle, Wells. That's still a huge issue. And one we've made worse by being together again." My voice is barely above a whisper.

"Step-uncle," he corrects. "And we didn't know. Little did I know that the gorgeous, intelligent, fiery woman I met at a club was my niece." He sighs heavily.

"I saw someone I was drawn to," he admits, his eyes locking with mine. "And your ability to hold a conversation and sass me only heightened my desire."

He pauses, the weight of his words sinking in. "Every day for seven months, I have been looking and thinking of you."

His voice grows resolute. "I'm not going to let the fact that my stepbrother is your dad keep me from you."

He reaches out, gently touching my arm. "Keep me from my baby."

"I'm scared, Wells," I admit, my voice cracking.

"Don't be, Little Doe. I'm going to handle it. You're not alone anymore," he whispers, pressing a soft kiss against my hair.

I close my eyes, feeling his words wrap around me like a warm blanket. His steady heartbeat under my ear lulls me into a sense of security, and I slowly drift off to sleep in his arms, hoping that somehow, we can find a way to make this work.