She almost rolls off the chair. “Flexible hip joints. Really, Ryder?”
“He did. I’m not making this shit up.”
“Still I don’t think I need a massage therapist.” She glances up at me, a small smile on her perfect lips. “I have you.”
“You do,” I said softly.
*
“Kailey!” I call out. “They’ll be here soon. I’m gonna grab a quick shower.”
We’ve got a busy weekend ahead of us. Her sister, brother-in-law, and niece are driving in for the day today, and my brother and his fiancé will be here tomorrow. I’m slightly worried this will be too much excitement for Kailey, but she seemed so happy to have other people to talk to that I couldn’t let my worry overshadow that.
I may have a problem. I can’t resist her.
“Kailey!” I call out again, pushing open her bedroom door. She’s not in bed, not on the lounge chair. “Kailey!”
She steps out of her closet, wearing only a white lace bra and panties. Holy hell! My cock just went from zero to sixty in less than a second. It’s true what they say about pregnant women. She’s glowing. I’m in so much trouble with her. Is it me or have her tits grown since yesterday?
“Nothing fits,” she says, a little pout on her lips. “I’m a cow.”
It’s only then that my eyes move to her belly. It’s like she went from a little pregnant to, yep, there’s definitely a baby in there overnight. She’s not huge, but obviously her clothes aren’t fitting anymore.
“I’ve been living in sweatpants and t-shirts,” she says. “I didn’t realize how massive I got.”
“You are not massive. You’re sexy as hell,” I say, letting my finger slide down the contour of her breast, belly, and hips. God, touching her is addictive. “Your tits are driving me fucking crazy. Are you really standing in front of me in only your underwear right now?”
She laughs. I know she’s going through a lot of changes, but damn, if she still doesn’t look hot as fuck. “What am I going to wear?” she asks.
“You can wear one of my t-shirts,” I say, softly kissing her neck. “And a loose pair of shorts. We’ll do some shopping for maternity clothes later online.”
She pulls away, looking up at me, her blue eyes uncertain. “I . . .”
“What?”
“I can make do,” she whispers, her eyes on the floor.
“Don’t be silly,” I say, finding a pair of shorts and handing them to her. “I’ll get you added on my credit card. Probably should’ve done that already. And you can get whatever you need.”
Her mouth falls open. Clearly, I’ve said something wrong. I told her she looked hot, promised her shopping. What could be the matter?
“Thank you, Ryder. That’s really very sweet, and I appreciate it more than I can say. But you’ve done so much already. You don’t need to do that,” she says. “Addison might have her old stuff.”
Same shit, different day. She wants to be independent, not take stuff from me. This isn’t news to me. “You can’t work right now,” I say.
“I know,” she says. “But if I was staying with Addison, I wouldn’t be taking her money to buy clothes.”
“Addison isn’t this baby’s father,” I say.
“I hate that I’m totally financially dependent on you,” she whispers.
Honestly, I’ve given this zero thought. It’s not like Kailey’s out spending my money all the time. She barely requests food that she’s craving, and I like doing things for her. I want to. “Did your mom or dad ever stay at home when you were growing up?” I ask. “My mom did.”
“Yeah,” she says. “When my dad was working on his PhD, my mom worked so he could finish.”
“So your mom supported your dad and you and your sister?”
“This isn’t the same,” she says.
“Yes, it is,” I say. “I’m supporting our family while you’re taking care of our child.”
“That’s really how you see it?” she asks.
“There’s no other way to see it,” I say, kissing her softly. “Now come with me, and I’ll get you a shirt before I shower.” Taking her hand, I lead her across the house to the closet, where all my clothes are. “Take your pick,” I say.
She gives me a gorgeous smile then starts flipping through my shirts, teasing, “Got any Ryder Merrick concert shirts in here?”
“Hell, no,” I say. “If you want my face between your tits, just ask.”
With that, she playfully pushes me toward the bathroom. Her laugh is the last thing I hear as the door closes, and I turn on the shower. Stripping down, I step under the warm water, a huge ass grin on my face. What I wouldn’t give to have her in here with me. To make every inch of her mine like that night in the hotel.
Memories of that night surround me, and I reach for the shower handle, turning it to cold.
*
Kailey’s hands in my hair, I slowly kissed a path down her flat stomach. I’ve had a lot of sex in my life, but not a lot of oral sex. I haven’t done that to a woman in forever. It’s not that I’m a selfish prick. I haven’t expected blowjobs, but there’s something that seems more intimate about going down on a woman than just ramming inside of her.
Kailey whispered my name, stopping me. I looked up at her, her tits rising and falling rapidly. Her blue eyes held me hostage as I lightly kissed her smooth skin, lower and lower. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, waiting.
A perfectly groomed patch of hair greeted me, and I couldn’t help but look down at her, having not been this up close and personal with a pussy in a long time. Her legs fell open slightly, and I quickly yanked her thighs to my shoulders.
I felt her dripping on my tongue, like sweet honey—warm and ready to be eaten. Sucking down on her hard, her sweet taste landed in my mouth, and I was addicted.
Forget touring, forget music, I wanted to live between her legs—licking her until she was dry, making her come against my mouth morning, noon, and night.
I slowly fucked her with my tongue, feeling her clench around me, loving every second of the pleasure I was giving her. She melted into me, her hands gently pulling at my hair.
“Please don’t stop,” she begged.
I wasn’t going to stop until she came hard against my mouth. Pushing her thighs apart, I forced her legs wider for me, sucking her sweet pussy hard and fast. Her muscles pulsed over and over again, and I knew she was close.
Her hands dug into the sheets, gripping them tightly. I wanted her to let go so badly. My cock twitched, just as eager to feel her orgasm rip through her, but he’d have to wait. His turn was coming.
Never losing contact with her pussy, I moved harder and faster, driving her closer and closer to pleasure, then, right when I knew she was going to finish, I slipped my tongue deep inside her, tasting every last bit of her pleasure.
I hear women scream my name all the time, but nothing compared to hearing Kailey calling my name as she came. It was the most beautiful scream I’ve ever heard.
Resting my head on her thigh, I looked up at her. She did a seductive little stretch, her blue eyes opening. My heart thumped loudly inside my chest. Something was different. Different than all the other times, all the other women. I felt it, and I knew she did, too.