My ankles locked together behind his back, and I stared at the greedy look in his eyes. My nipples were hard with arousal, and my pussy tightened at his large intrusion. Sometimes I knew I was going to come before we even started.
He started to thrust, moving gentle and slow. “Tell me you love me.”
My tits shook with his movements, and I felt his cock pierce me deep inside before it pulled out again. When I’d confessed my deepest feelings, it ripped us apart. But now he got off on it, got off on my affection. “I love you…”
“Tell me you’ll always love me.”
“Always,” I whispered.
“Tell me I’m the only man you’ll ever have.”
My hands locked around his neck, and I moved with him. “Only you.”
I didn’t feel self-conscious in the lingerie because I was used to being photographed in it. My pregnancy was hardly noticeable, so I didn’t think anyone would see that. None of the other girls said anything, but then again, they still hated me so they wouldn’t mention anything even if I were nine months pregnant.
They seemed to hate me even more than they did before, probably because they thought I was going to be gone for good when I left for those three months. Having me back was a slap in the face all over again.
We went through the show from beginning to end a few times, doing it with the lights, music, and smoke machines. I’d only done one show before, so I was nervous about doing this one. I could just tell Conway I didn’t want to do it, but since Lacey betrayed him, I had to make her pay for her decision. I needed Conway to be successful because it was so important to him. Having me on that stage would get people talking—and that’s what he needed.
These heels killed my feet, but whatever. I could pull through.
At the end of rehearsals, I yanked the shoes off and let my feet flatten again.
If my feet could cry, there would be tears all over the floor.
Conway appeared at the stairs to the stage, dressed in a navy blue suit and looking handsome like always. His hands rested in his pockets. “You look perfect up there. I think this show will be the best one yet.”
“I’m sure it will be.” I massaged the bottom of my feet then gave them a break. The pair of heels were placed beside me. I was dressed in a black corset with a diamond necklace. It killed my waistline, but it was less torturous than standing on my feet.
“You alright?”
“Yeah, my feet just need a break.”
He eyed me before he bent down and scooped me up into his arms.
“What are you doing?”
“You needed a lift.” He grabbed the shoes then carried me up the stairs and to the backstage area. He moved past the girls as they undressed, hiding their usual glares since Conway was there.
I never complained about the way the girls treated me because I didn’t feel the need to stoop to their level. Conway was already mine. It wasn’t like I felt threatened by them.
He set me down at my changing station and placed my heels on the counter.
“One more day of rehearsals and it’ll be over.”
“No rehearsals tomorrow.”
“Really? Why not?”
“Tomorrow is a day of rest. The girls don’t eat, and they cleanse their bodies to look as skinny as possible.”
I cocked an eyebrow. “You expect me to do that?”
The only reaction he gave was a smile. “No.”
“Good. Because that wasn’t going to happen. I wonder what we should do with our day off.”
“I have something in mind.”
“What?”
“You want to take a ride to that hilltop and see Verona?” he asked. “Dante can pack us a lunch. The weather is supposed to be nice tomorrow. Not warm like in the summer, but sunny enough.”
There was nothing I wanted to do more. I knew my days of activity were coming to an end. My belly would get big, and I’d sit around more as I waited for the baby to come. I wanted to enjoy being outdoors as much as possible. “Yes, I’d love that.”
He smiled. “I thought you would. We’ll have Carbine take us there.”
I wore the same jeans I wore to the stables because they were thick and warm. They were perfect for working outside, so they were perfect for riding on the back of a horse. I wore a thick, long-sleeved shirt and a sweater for extra warmth. I hadn’t worn my boots in ages, so I pulled those on too.
I walked downstairs and noticed the smells in the kitchen. Pots and pans were simmering on the stove, and the oven contained something else. It seemed like Dante was preparing an entire feast rather than a picnic. “Wow, what are you making?”
Dante held up the picnic basket. “I’ve got a lot of great things for you two on your ride for today.”