As soon as Garrett walked out, he found me, came straight to me and dropped his bag to hug me. “You’re my good luck charm. That’s the best game I’ve played since I’ve been here.”
His hair was still wet from his shower and I ran my fingers along the back of his neck. “You were wonderful, and the entire team is incredible, but Sophie scares the batshit hell out of me.”
He threw back his head and laughed, and I got so lost in the column of his corded muscled throat and his laughter bouncing off the cement halls, I almost missed when his shining eyes came back to mine. “It took me two weeks until I learned they had an actual sign for when she’s about to get in some serious trouble.”
“You knew?” I gasped and slapped him on his chest. “And didn’t tell me?”
“Of course.” He grabbed my hand, then his bag and we started walking down the hall with other players where good game nice save and all manners of congratulations were repeated by his teammates. “But I figured out of anyone, you’d love it. Did she let you watch at all?”
“Yeah.” I squeezed his arm as we started walking. “I missed seeing you play. Tonight was incredible.”
He playfully bumped his hip into me and then draped his arm over my shoulder. “And it’s not even close to being over.”
A delightful shiver tripped and traipsed its way straight to my happy place and gave a little dance of excitement.
Awareness slowly pulled me from sleep and I stretched, warm and rested, and as my feet moved, they brushed against something warm. Something hard.
What the? I rolled to my side, only to see Garrett, on his back, sleeping peacefully next to me. Blinking away the remains of sleep, I scanned his face, the peacefulness of his features, that square jaw, the bump in his nose he’d gotten from a fight in the junior leagues when he was a teenager. His lashes were thick, the same dark color as his hair but weren’t long. Last night hadn’t exactly ended up the way I’d hoped once we left the stadium.
At some point, on the quick drive home, I’d fallen asleep in the car. The game must have worn me out, and I’d barely been conscious when Garrett pulled into his garage, waking me to help me up to bed.
I’d been so out of it I hadn’t even realized he’d brought me to his room.
His bed.
And yep. A quick check showed I was in one of his shirts.
I stretched again, feeling that pulse in my core as I took in Garrett’s body. The warmth of him that seeped through the space between us and I rolled to my side, seeking out my saltines.
The nightstand was empty and I groaned, collapsing back into the bed, but…
Did I need them? I laid still, my eyes closed for several minutes to see if that all too familiar roll and dip of my stomach showed but when it didn’t, there was still something remaining.
That pulse. Building to a low throb.
Oh yeah. This was familiar. There were lots of mornings I used to wake up and before ever rolling out bed, took the time to take care of that sensation. But it’d been so long, I’d almost forgotten what it felt like to wake up feeling like myself and not like I was on flu recovery.
But today… today I didn’t have to rely on self-satisfaction.
I rolled over again, careful of my movements and after the shift still didn’t unsettle my stomach, I was in the all-clear.
Reaching out, I brushed my hand over Garrett’s stomach, the strength beneath the thickness there and as my fingers touched him, I slid upward toward the curve of his chest.
Scooting close, I waited a minute to see if I’d woken him up and when he didn’t stir, I moved my hand down south, to the thick trail of hair below his stomach, over to a hip.
His eyelids fluttered, and a low groan left his slightly parted lips through his full, tan lips and I took that as my cue. He might not have been awake, but beneath my hand, his body stirred. He grew hard beneath my palm as I brushed my hand gently down his length.
“Fuck,” he groaned and turned his face toward me. Garrett’s eyes slowly opened and I was blessed with the rich blue in his eyes as he blinked before his lips kicked up at the corners. “You going to finish what you started or do you need food first?”
I choked down a laugh. Only Garrett would think of me first while my hand was wrapping around his hardening dick, stroking him.
“I love you,” I said. Not a response, but a response all the same. “And I don’t feel so sick right now.”
“Good.” He rolled toward me, his hand reaching out to cup the back of my neck and then his mouth was at my jaw, my throat. That throb so deep inside of me grew exponentially with every brush of his lips against my skin until he rolled me to my back and slid on top of me.
My hand worked him slowly, teased him and he continued to kiss me everywhere but my mouth because he knew how much I hated morning breath. Shifting to take care of my nipples instead, he was on them, grunting as I found that spot on his dick he liked so much and bucked into my hand.
“Oh goodness,” I gasped, as he lightly bit one, tugged it playfully. A shiver racked my body, slid down my spine and coiled tight lower in my stomach. “I think my boobs are more sensitive.”
Garrett rolled his lip over one, eyes meeting mine. “Yeah? Let’s see just how sensitive they are then.”
He tugged on one, pinched. Playing with my other with his mouth, he gave both equal treatment until he was bucking into my fist and I was arching, rolling, soaking wet and swollen and so ready to explode. He hadn’t even touched me where I needed him most. I felt empty but full.
Hot. So damn hot.
“Garrett,” I choked, digging my fingers into his hair. “I might come.” And how in the hell was that possible. From my nipples alone?
“I might have just found my favorite thing about pregnancy.” He grinned up at me. “Let’s see if we can make that happen then.”
He shifted, so he was directly on top of me and every time he pushed into my fist, my hips rolled. The tip of his dick brushed against my clit. I felt the wetness there, and he continued kissing. Teasing. Pulling. Grabbing my breasts and swirling his tongue around my hardened buds until it hit.
“Oh shit.” I was orgasming from attention purely to my breasts and as it hit me, my hips went wild seeking to be filled, Garrett dropped his hand between us, pressed two fingers inside of me and found that place deep like he’d memorized my body. My orgasm rolled and rolled and took me under, sent me flying and I dug teeth into my mouth so I didn’t wake the neighborhood.
“Holy shit.”
“Lizzie…” Garrett groaned, and it was a warning, one I couldn’t miss before he followed me, fucking my fist, losing control until he buried his face between my breasts and the heat of his release covered my hand and stomach.
Wow.
Once I could finally catch my breath, I tugged him up to me. Met his gaze. “Pregnancy sex is going to be awesome.”
His eyes lit with amusement. I was awarded with a full, bright smile. “Everything about you is awesome. Let me get you cleaned up.”
He gave me a quick kiss, pushed off and I kept my gaze on him, those thick thighs, his incredible ass as he disappeared into his bedroom.
“Do you have practice today?” I munched on a cracker and sipped my coffee while Garrett fried up his own full breakfast of eggs and bacon and toast along with one of his disgusting green smoothies. After we’d cleaned up and I’d pulled on some sweatpants and brushed my teeth, that familiar flipping of my stomach hit me.