Lindsey’s eyes softened, and she gave a small smile. Her hand slid into mine, and she took a breath.
“You’re right about a lot of things when it comes to Grant. I’ll admit it. He is wealthy. He’s good at spoiling people. He would make life materially easy. And he probably did believe that he would be able to manipulate me because he is the father of my child.”
I let out a breath. Maybe this wasn’t going the direction I hoped. “Yes, he is.”
“But he isn’t of this one,” she said.
At first, I didn’t understand what Lindsey just said. I looked over at her and saw her smiling. It was a gentle, almost nervous smile, and realization washed over me.
“This one?” I asked, making sure I heard her correctly. “You’re…”
My voice trailed off, but Lindsey nodded.
“I’m pregnant.”38LindseyVince sat silently for a few seconds, and I waited for his reaction. I had no idea what it was going to be. He was eager to apologize and get our relationship back on track. But there was a big difference between us going back to the early stages of falling in love and being ready to raise a baby together.
We had obviously never talked about children, and it wasn’t a topic of conversation I imagined popped up with Nick much, so I never got any insight from him. It meant I didn’t know if he even wanted babies. The fact that he liked Remy and mentioned wanting to spend more time with him was encouraging, but it still didn’t mean he was ready to be a father.
But suddenly Vince’s eyes lit up, and a smile stretched across his face. “I can’t believe it. You’re really going to have our baby?”
I nodded. “I actually found out yesterday right before going to the lawyer’s office. It’s obviously very early, but I’m definitely pregnant.”
Vince hopped up from the couch and reached down for my hands. He pulled me to my feet and gave me a deep, passionate kiss. We didn’t say anything. We didn’t need to. I guided him by the hand down the hallway and into my bedroom.
I didn’t bother with closing the bedroom door. It didn’t matter. The whole world could see, and I wouldn’t care at that moment. Pulling Vince into another deep kiss, I yanked on his belt to open it and began working my nimble fingers over his zipper. His cock was already hard, thick, and pressing against the fabric of his pants, and I groaned at the thought of it being inside me soon. I ran my palm over the stiff ridge and gently squeezed, eliciting a moan of appreciation from Vince. He reached back and flicked off the switch so the only light in the room was a faint glow from my phone sitting on the wireless charger and the distant streetlamp shining through the open curtains of the bedroom window.
The shadow of Vince advanced on me again, and lips found me despite the darkness. Strong, sure fingers, familiar and yet still exciting, searched for and discovered the hem of my shirt, pulling it up. I raised my arms and broke the kiss long enough to let it slide over my head. By the time I heard it fall to the floor, our lips were already touching, our tongues searching the other’s.
When Vince broke our embrace so he could kiss down my neck, I yanked on his shirt, helping him out of it quickly before the clasp on my bra was unhooked and pulled away. My heavy, round breasts tumbled out, and he instantly took one into his soft lips. I gasped at the sensation of his tongue on my sensitive nipple and wiggled my hips as he unbuttoned my pants and pushed them down my legs. When they hit the floor, I kicked them away, followed closely by the soft cotton panties. I stood nude before him, his mouth worshiping my body as he knelt, and I closed my eyes to focus on the sensation of his attention as he lifted one of my legs and draped it over his muscular shoulder.
He dove into me, not wasting time to tease me or drag out the moment. His insistent tongue slid through my folds, and a rush of pleasure warmed me from my toes to the top of my head. One long finger slid inside me, and I grasped his shoulders to ground myself as he entered me and stroked over my clit at the same time. One of my hands filled with his hair, curling it in an increasingly tight fist as he encouraged my clit to respond and ran the pad of his finger over the upper wall of my pussy. While his finger was no substitute for the thick, luxurious cock that still hid inside his boxers, it was enough to bring me to the brink of a climax already. His other hand clenched my ass, holding me in place as I bucked into him and moaned loudly above. With a rising pitch, my voice filled the room, singing off every surface as a toe-curling orgasm rolled through me. My legs shook and tightened as the muscles spasmed. I cried out at the peak of the sensation and then melted back down as the tension released.