“Finn,” she moans, her own hands bracing on my chest. Her body and back arch into my touch, and I lower one hand to rub my thumb against her clit. She bites down on her lip and throws her head back, arching further onto my dick.
Her cries fill the room as she tenses and screams my name, falling down and covering my body as she comes hard. I feel every muscle in her body tighten, jerk, and then relax as her heart beats against mine.
I bend to nibble on her earlobe and pivot my hips into her, enjoying her twitch. She gives a small gasp, and I twist, rolling her under me and taking her mouth in a gentle kiss as I drive in and out gently. She clenches hard and whimpers shamelessly, sending shockwaves through my body.
I fight the urge to explode as I work her body back into a frenzy, moving at a slow and steady pace. She starts to meet me thrust for thrust, wrapping her legs around my waist and squeezing tight.
“Baby, I need you to come with me.” My balls tighten as heat sears through my skin.
She spasms, and I slam into her one last time, covering her mouth with mine, sucking on her tongue as we both let go. Her nails scratch down my back as pleasure and pain shatter together. I move my mouth to her neck and bite down gently, loving the sound of her moaning.
Our sweaty chests stick together when I roll to my back and hold her tight.
“Every fucking time, Presley. You own me.”
She snuggles into me, laying her head over my racing heart. Our hands lace together, and she kisses my chest.
“The feeling is mutual.”
“Have I told you how much I love you today?”
“Only once, but it’ll never be enough.” Her breathing starts to even out, and I know she’s close to sleep.
I kiss along her temple, soothing her to sleep, when my phone rings, jarring us both.
“Motherfucker!” I snatch the phone from the nightstand and freeze when I see Robbie’s name.
“Hello—”
“Man, it’s time… Ember’s water broke. We’re at the hospital.”
Presley hears every word and jumps off me, scrambling to the bathroom. I roll off the bed and look around for clothes.
“You okay? You get the bag? What can I do?”
“I got everything. It’s not going to be long. They just gave her some sort of shot to numb her.”
“We’re on our way.”
I hang up as Presley comes out of the bathroom, fully dressed and glowing. “Sweetie, you smell like sex. Go take a quick shower. I’ll put some clothes out for you.” She presses up and kisses my jaw then disappears into the closet.
I take the quickest shower of my life and dress as Presley watches with a smirk. She hands me my keys, and we leave in a rush.
The whole way to the hospital, I think about Robbie and wonder how he’s doing. Then I glance at Presley and think about our first child.
“You nervous?”
“Why would I be nervous?”
“Because you’re gripping the steering wheel like a vice, and you keep looking at me like a lost boy.”
“I wouldn’t call it nerves. I guess it’s excitement wrapped with uncertainty. This is Robbie and Ember, and knowing they’re about to be parents—”
“Is surreal?” she finishes my statement.
“Yeah, it’s surreal.”
She laces her fingers through mine and squeezes. Sometimes, it’s easy to forget how much she’s lived through. Without explanation, she knows exactly what I’m feeling. She went through it five years ago when her brother had a daughter.