“You want me to fuck you with this?”
She nods, and it shocks the shit out of me when she says, “If you don’t right now, then I’m going to stick my own fingers in my panties and get myself off.”
“We can’t have that, can we?” I wink, dropping my hand from my cock and moving back up her body. Planting a soft kiss to her lips, I flick down the straps of her dress, lowering them, and drag it down her body before tossing it the same way I did with my clothes.
My mouth waters at the sight of her wearing only a bra and panties. Dropping my head between her thighs, I suck her clit over her panties. She arches her back, gasping, and unsnaps her bra at the same time. Giving her one final flick of my tongue, I peel her panties down her legs. I fall back to take a good look at the woman I love.
Her breathing is deep. Her breasts bounce with every movement of the chest. Her belly moves the same way.
Before thinking, I kiss her stomach, rubbing my hand over it, and say, “You are so fucking gorgeous.”
Her eyes shut, and her shoulders relax.
Lowering my hand, I run a finger through her wet slit. “I can’t wait to fuck you, baby. It’s going to feel so good.”
She squirms underneath me. “Then get to it. Fuck me, Finn.”
And with those dirty words that rarely leave Grace’s mouth, I make one hard thrust inside her. She releases a loud moan, her back moving higher than it was when I sucked on her clit. Bracing myself, I collapse my body over hers, holding myself up with a hand on each side of her head. I still inside her and tell myself to slow down. I change positions, rotating my hips from side to side, hoping to hit every sensitive spot inside her. Her nails dig into my arms, deeper and deeper every time I rock inside her. Her pussy is so tight, so wet, and so fucking amazing.
My cock has never been in a pussy this wet and tight.
Then I freeze.
Fuck!
She stops, staring at me in confusion.
“I’m not wearing a condom,” I breathe out.
I’ve never barebacked anyone before. It’s not that she can get pregnant, but I don’t know what she’s comfortable with.
She points at her belly. “Not like I can get knocked up again.”
“I’m clean,” I confirm. “Never had sex without a condom … and it’s been a while.”
“Same,” she whispers. “I got tested as soon as I found out about Gavin.”
With those words, I return to making love to her.
Slowly sliding in and out of the woman I love.
She tilts her hips up, meeting me thrust for thrust until it’s no longer slow and sensual.
It’s fast, hungry, and raw.
“Swear to God, Grace”—I peer down at her, sweat building along my forehead—“after this, I will give it to you so slow.”
She smiles. “Good, but now, I want it harder.” She pushes her waist up, circling her hips so her clit rubs against my groin, and moans. “Get me off. Please.”
Our moans, our heavy breathing, fill the room.
It’s a struggle, but I wait until she’s gasping my name below me, until her knees buckle up and she gets off, before I come inside her.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Grace
I fall back against the sheets in exhaustion.
It’s been a weekend of sex.
Missionary.
Doggy.
Me on top—my first time thirty minutes ago.
In our bed.
On the couch.
In the shower—which was difficult for a pregnant woman, but Finn seemed to situate us perfectly. It’s a plus, having a strong man. Gavin’s skinny ass would’ve never been able to hold me up while also thrusting inside me.
Unlike getting rid of morning sickness, the rumors about horniness when you’re pregnant are true. I’ve never wanted sex—never wanted intimacy—as much as I do with Finn. I’ve never experienced a happiness like this before, and I’ve never felt safer in his arms.
And now, we finished morning sex.
Early as heck in the morning sex.
Finn woke me up with his head between my legs, and then we ended our romp with his cock between them.
“I think this is the only time I’ll like mornings,” Finn says, catching his breath.
“Glad I could change that for you.” I yawn and groan at the same time. “And you’re keeping me up quite late and changing that for me.”
“That’s because you’re irresistible, babe.”
I’ve never considered stabbing anyone.
Until now.
“Good morning,” Gavin says with a mischievous smirk as he walks into my classroom.
I cast a glance at the scissors chilling in my pen holder.
Could I say it was an accident?
I could stab him somewhere that’d leave no permanent damage, like his foot or something. His foot would be nice because then the jackass couldn’t stroll into my classroom, looking like the smug jerk he is. All I know is his presence here will ruin my happiness of what this weekend gave me. I can’t let that happen.
Ignoring him and the stabby urge, I grab my phone and pretend to text.
“Oh, come on.” He inches farther into my classroom. “Can’t you show a little more excitement to see me?”
“I’m not excited to see you,” I deadpan. “In fact, it’d make me very excited if you turned and left, and I never had to see you again. That’d make my day.”
He tsks. “I remember when you liked me. Our conversations went so much better.”
“Then I learned you were a cheating scumbag,” I chirp.
“How’s our baby?”
His question sends fire through my veins.
My phone falls from my hand and onto my desk.
He receives the reaction he wanted.
It’s been weeks since he’s mentioned the baby. I hoped he would find me ignoring him an easy escape from taking responsibility for what he’d done to not only me but also to his wife and children.
What would be a better outcome for hiding you’d cheated and knocked a woman up than the other woman not being able to stand the sight of you now?
“You need to get out of my room,” I grind out. My gaze flicks back to the scissors.
“No can do.” He arrogantly lifts his chin. “I’ll be sitting in and watching you teach today. Make sure you’re doing your job.”
I ignore him in an attempt to get him to leave.
“Who’s the guy who keeps visiting you?”
I grip the edge of my desk and push my chair out. “That’s none of your business.”
He gives me a spiteful smile. “As the father of your child, I think it is.”
“You know what? I’ll leave.” I stand and do my best to storm out of the classroom, although my pace is on the slower side, given my pregnancy.
Passing the teachers’ lounge, I make a right to Georgia’s office and knock on the door. As much as I want to confide in Finn about Gavin’s taunting, it’ll lead to nothing but trouble. If Finn finds out Gavin is messing with me, he’ll kick his ass.
Without waiting for an answer and hoping she isn’t busy, I open the door and burst into her office. I’m out of breath—both from the baby weight and scurrying away from Gavin as fast as I could. I need to take a seat.