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Maybe Jessa, or his all-consuming love for her, had made him come around. Maybe it was just that he was living with an extremely pregnant woman and he knew what we were both in for. But he pulled me into ahug.
“You’re gonna be a mom,” he murmured in my ear, his voice a little ragged withemotion.
“Oh,God…”
He squeezed me tight, and I sank against his shoulder, his solid comfort. “You’re not alone, Elle,” Brodymurmured.
And I knew, I reallywasn’t.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Seth
“Come on, Seth,”Elle begged. “Fuckme.”
Iwasfucking her. Sortof.
We were in the back of a limo, and I was on top of her, bracing myself so I wouldn’t crushher.
There was a party tonight, a staged party, for the documentary series. Dirty was going to play for a packed house of VIP guests, at the bar where they’d held their Vancouver auditions—thenewDirty, with me included in the lineup. It was the first time the news that I was back in the band would be announced, on-camera.
And no doubt the staged party would roll right into a real partyafterward.
Maggie had sent the limo to Elle’s place to collect us. We were parked outside the bar, in the packed lot, which was barricaded off from the media and fans who’d flooded the sidewalks beyond. We’d been making out pretty much the whole drive here, and as soon as we’d parked, Elle had wasted no time telling both the limo driver and Flynn to vacate—and tearing my jeansopen.
I was inside her now, without a condom, which I’d discovered was one of the best perks of Elle already being pregnant: I no longer had to worry about accidentally getting her pregnant. We were skin-to-skin, and it was fucking mind-blowing, being inside her like this. Feeling her, all warm and slippery, tight and wet, on my barecock.
Totally fuckingintense.
I could easily lose my shit and fuck her until she had a hard time walking out ofhere.
But I was taking it slow, careful. Because another side effect of Elle being pregnant was that I was more than a little scared of hurtingher.
Or hurting thebaby.
“It’s like a fucking grape seed,” she panted, her fingernails digging into my ass as she struggled to pull me deeper. “It’s tiny, and you can’t hurt it. The doctor said so. It’s a grain of rice. A fuckinglentil…”
“Stop making me hungry…” I teased, kissing her neck as she panted in frustration beneathme.
“You fucked the shit out of me the other night,” she complained, hissing her impatience through her teeth as I gave it to her slow. “You can do itagain.”
“I didn’t know you were pregnant when I didthat.”
“So? Pretend I’m notpregnant.”
“But you arepregnant.”
“Your dick doesn’t have to knowthat.”
Ilaughed.
“Seth… you’re pissing me off,” she groaned, grinding against me, as I stroked, in and out, gradually nudging my way deeper. “Yeah…” she breathed, “likethat…”
Fuck. She was gonna fucking killme…
I ran my hand across her chest. She was wearing a white dress, short and tight, and a pushup bra. I yanked the stretchy fabric down, shoving up her tits; they spilled right out of her bra as I pawed atit.
“Your tits are getting bigger,” I told her, and dragged my tongue over one swollen nipple. Her nipples were getting bigger, too. That was another perk of Elle being knocked up, which I planned to enjoy. “I wanna fuckthem.”
