“I feel it,” she said, knowing what the words meant to us. “Join me in the tub.”
I blinked back the pesky tears, not wanting to seem weak in front of her, and tossed my shirt into the corner with lightning speed. It didn’t matter the mood I was in if it meant being naked with my girl; I was going to be naked with my girl.
I kicked off my pants next and settled in behind her, sinking into the hot bath and inhaling the steam. The lavender traveled into my lungs, and I circled my arms around her stomach and laid my palms flat.
“If I tell you something, will you promise not to freak out?” she said.
I couldn’t promise that. I was too on edge. “What is it?” I kissed the top of her shoulder, her skin wet and gliding against mine. It caused my cock to harden and rub against her backside.
She turned around so she could face me and laced her fingers together on the back of my neck. Abigail bit her lip and looked down, not wanting to tell me whatever that was on her mind. “You can tell me anything, baby,” I said, rubbing my hands up and down her back, and it caused the water to splash and move, creating small ripples.
“I didn’t know what was happening because there are things I can’t remember, like basic functions of the male and female body,” she gulped. “Oh god, I’m nervous. Okay. I called Lucy because I was late, and she took me to get a test, and yeah,” she said, the words slurred together to create one gigantic one that I didn’t understand.
“You need to breathe and repeat all that,” I chuckled, gathering her hair in my hand and grazing it over her shoulder, so I had a visual of her slender collarbone. Mmm…I wanted to bite it.
“I’m pregnant. We are pregnant.”
I blinked at her, stunned. Slowly the words sank in, and a big smug grin slid over my face. “Really?”
“Yeah, I felt so stupid, but everything clicked together, and everything started to make sense. Like why my boobs hurt,” she said.
“So the burger at two in the morning didn’t ring any bells?” I asked, remembering a few nights ago where she woke me up in tears because she wanted a cheeseburger with bacon and chocolate sauce. It made me sick when I made it, but my girl huffed it down like a champ.
“It didn’t ring your bells either!” she giggled, sloshing water at me wi
th her hand.
“No, it didn’t, and it should have.” I tightened my arms around her and pulled her closer until our bodies were aligned, and her swollen tits pressed against my chest. “You’re really pregnant? This isn’t a joke?”
“No, I wouldn’t joke about this, especially with how things have been lately. I’m excited. It’s your baby. I’m having your baby, and that makes me the happiest woman in the world,” she said, rubbing her very flat stomach. “It’s so soon for us, but I feel like I’ve known you forever. Too early wouldn’t be early enough with you. I want you and this baby,” she said. “I love you, Logan. You’ve changed my life.”
The air between us shifted. Lust hung heavy in the air. I nibbled her chin, and she leaned her head back, giving me full access to her neck. Fucking hell, I loved this neck, so soft and slender, so elegant. I brought my hand up and slid my wet fingers down it, growling from how beautiful she looked, wet and wanting.
“You’ve changed mine too,” my lips formed the words against the supple skin of her neck. “I couldn’t be happier about this.” I laid my palm against her belly, and while I should be freaking out that she was pregnant with a serial killer on the loose, that was not the first thing on my mind.
I was so fucking happy, and I wanted her so fucking bad in this moment. I got her pregnant, my cock, my come, she made me feel like a beast, and I needed to have her again. It wasn’t enough that she was pregnant. I wanted more.
Standing up, I lifted her into my arms and continued licking, biting, and sucking on her neck until blood reached the surface of her skin, leaving a mark. Soaking wet, I stepped out of the tub. My wet feet patted against the floor as I strode toward the bedroom. We were dripping puddles of water onto the floor.
The first thing I was going to do was spank her ass for calling herself stupid. Not once have I went back on my promise to tell her she was brilliant and loved, but every time she spoke badly about herself, she was taking a step back in the wrong direction.
I was here to remind her otherwise.
She moaned against me, hips rocking, trying to relieve herself on the skin of my cock. I lapped at the water on her skin, and for some reason, I swore it tasted sweeter. I made a sound of delight in the back of my throat before tossing her on the bed. The comforter immediately started to spot from the water. Her tits bounced, heavy and preparing for our child’s milk, and that only made me harder.
Fuck. I had no idea I would have such a primal reaction. I circled my fingers around her ankles and yanked her to the edge of the bed and then flipped her over onto her belly. Abigail yelped from the unexpected move, but I wanted her ass wet with water when I spanked her, and if I waited any longer, her skin wouldn’t be damp.
Her skin had a pale pink hue to it from the bath, looking beautiful and new. I rubbed my hands down the planes of her back, marveling at her lean lines and the knots dotting her spine. She had two dimples above her ass, and I bent down and kissed each one. I spread her legs suddenly, jerking them open so she could be on display.
She groaned into the bed.
“Do you know why you’re about to get spanked?” I murmured against the cleft of her ass.
“No,” Abigail whimpered. “What did I do?”
I licked down the crease, probing her puckered star before sliding down to her tight hole and moaned around her labia. Fuck, her pussy was so silky. I sucked the skin into my mouth and let it go without a pop. I did the same with the lips, popping one into my mouth, letting it go, then adoring the other.
She writhed against me, whining pathetically for my touch. I loved it when she wanted me that badly.