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“You say that, but I haven’t even touched your ass yet. What would happen if I did?” I drag my hand over her skin, teasing the little bumps that rise and ripple until I round her plump butt cheek. She clenches the moment I graze the slit near her back hole, and I groan when her cunt strangles me. “Fuck, Ashia. You’re so sensitive…just ready to explode, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I need to come. Please, please, please…” She plants a hand on the wall next to the mirror, leaning forward and arching her back just enough to open herself up. I slide my hand down to where we connect and let her juices drip on my hand before I coat her ass in it.
“So, this isn’t too much?” I taunt and slip my finger in as I thrust back inside her. She moans loudly, matching the heady growl that shivers between my teeth. The vibrations of her pleasurable groan rattle down her spine, tingling against my chest as I continue to press against her. My spine matches the sensation, sending a warning through me and straight to my balls the moment she clenches again.
I work both holes, harder, faster, praying to God that my grip on her leg and her hand on the wall is enough to keep her upright. Our breathing turns heavy, and the moment her standing leg starts to shake, her pussy pulses again.
“Dam—” My name on her lips turns into a scream and she clamps down on me like a vice, pulsing around me in deep waves and suffocating my fingers. I keep going, completely losing myself in the feeling of her heat as pressure builds at the base of my spine. My cock stiffens, and when her walls flutter around me another time, I explode, throbbing inside her in heavy pulses. “Oh, my God. Thank you…” She repeats those last two words like a mantra. I chuckle breathlessly and pull out, admiring the way our mixed essence drips down her leg. A part of me wants to remind her—for probably the thousandth time—that she never has to thank me for coming inside her sweet pussy, but I know it'll fall on deaf ears. “What time is it?”
I glance over at the clock.
“It’s seven past midnight.” I gently place her bent leg back to a standing position and turn her head to catch her lips in a deep kiss. She moves with me so easily—so smooth, like water. Her skin is just as silky as I run the tips of fingers along her jaw. “Happy New Year, Mrs. Hartley,” I speak closely enough to graze her lips.
“Happy New Year,” she replies just as sweetly, smiling against my mouth. I lead her to the bathroom, knowing she’ll enjoy a good, hot shower before bed.
We may not be able to celebrate the holiday with champagne or crowded town squares, but we’ve never needed any of that. Any night or occasion is perfection as long as I'm in her presence. We’ll have so much to experience in the new year—becoming parents, raising a baby, and navigating through our crazy lives is just the beginning. I get to look forward to this for the rest of eternity, and nothing has ever felt better.
Chapter 37
Ashia
One Week Later
‘Cover Me with Sunshine’ – Allison Pink, Jessie Willow Hart
This waddling shit is for the penguins.
Thank God I'm not working. I can only imagine how un-badass I would look trying to help stop a criminal, or if I was still cutting hair. With this big belly? I don’t think so. I applaud all the hair stylists that do, because holy hell, I can't even imagine standing all day anymore.
These Braxton Hicks contractions just keep getting worse, and now the nausea is back, causing even more issues. My O.B. said I've gone up five more pounds since my last appointment, thankfully, but since I've only gained eleven in total, we can’t risk losing any weight. I'm already a centimeter dilated, which Ithought was exciting, until the doctor said I could sit like that for weeks.
Weeks!
A part of me wants to. I want our little girl to develop as long as she can, but God, I'm miserable. We've got six more weeks to go, and I'm already dying to have her. My hips hurt, my boobs hurt, and she’s moving around so much that I'm almost positive my insides are literally knotted up. Even just the walk from the parking lot to the Attic’s front door has me almost out of breath, and we’re not even halfway there!
I gasp when a strong arm sweeps my legs and I fall back into another strong limb. Damien chuckles as he lifts me effortlessly, even going as far as spinning us around.
“What on earth are you doing?” I hold onto him as tightly as I can.
“What does it look like I'm doing? I'm carrying myverypregnant wife inside.” He smiles wide and rubs his nose against mine.
“I should be walking,” I whine, but it’s half-assed. I'm trying to stay strong like I have been. All my life, I was never really allowed to be sick or hurt. I've pushed through everything that's been thrown at me. So why is it that whenever Damien touches me, I just want to rest against him and melt into how shitty I feel? I'm not weak, and I want to prove that I'm strong enough to handle this—that I'm strong enough to be a mom… But he just makes it so easy to be vulnerable.
“Maybe, and while your waddle is fucking adorable, I can tell you're uncomfortable.”
I pout, hating how tears sting my eyes.
“I do waddle…” I whine again, my voice cracking. “And it's not even just a little like it was before. I swear she's just so far down that it feels like she's going to fall out.” He laughs again, whichonly aggravates me even more. So, I slap his shoulder. “It’s not funny…”
“Oh,” he coos. “I know, baby. I'm sorry.” He kisses my cheek and gently sets me on the ground the moment we get to the door. “We won’t be long, I promise. Then I'll take you home and run you a bath.” His fingers brush my jaw, and my agitation instantly fades. He's looking at me so endearingly, like I could whine forever and he’d just be happy to hear my voice. We're working so hard to move on from all of the anger and sadness we’ve held on to. I don’t want to bring that back.
“I don't mean to complain… I really should just suck it up. I've been tortured, for fuck’s sake, you'd think I can handle this.” My shoulders sag in defeat.
“Hey, hey.” He cups my face in his hands. “Don't do that. You do not need to just suck it up. You're sharing your body with a tiny human, one that’s taking all of your energy, nutrients, personal space, and sanity, at this point. It’s hard to move, you're not sleeping well, and you constantly have this little girl kicking every organ she can reach. It is okay to feel bad, and it’s more than okay to talk about it. I always want to know how you're feeling. Okay?”
Damn him and those eyes—those sweet, loving, obsessed eyes. I've stared into them thousands of times, yet they still affect me, reminding me of what we’ve found in each other. It’s hard to believe that I ever fought it. My life was so empty before, and now it’s constantly filled with him—the man that holds my heart in his chest and guards it with his life. His soul chose mine long before either of us fell to earth, and now I'm lucky enough to create another life with my soulmate. A perfect little life that I've only ever dreamed of. My chest heats and inflates just at the thought of our daughter. Even as she jabs my ribs with either a hand or foot, I almost burst with love.
“Being pregnant isn’t like torture, I shouldn’t have said that.” I shake my head, hating how my face heats up. “I really do love her.”
