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Before he’s even started playing, tears are prickling at the corners of my eyes, and I gently swipe them away as he stares at me. According to my mother, emotions are high and all over the place when you’re pregnant – that’s the excuse I’ll use now if it comes to it.
Ryker clears his throat and closes his eyes, getting lost in a tune only he can make. The sun is shining brightly down on him as if to give him a spotlight for the moment, and I stare at him in awe. This is a part of him he was scared to let free, and he’s giving it to me.
There’s not a single soul around us, which is surprising considering the time of day, but I’m hopeful for privacy.
His voice booms into the canyon, echoing along the walls of my heart, and I stop breathing for a moment as he gets the first few lines out.
You stole my heart,
The most fragile piece of my soul,
And now I don’t want to let you go.
He continues on, talking about love and happiness, the hope for a better future, and it takes everything inside of me not to jump on his lap in the middle of the song. I thought I had been alone in my feelings over the weeks when I didn’t hear from him, but I couldn’t have been more wrong.
Another minute of his raspy voice, and finally, the chords come to an end, his breathing the only thing that could be heard from a mile away. We stare at each other, love shining in his eyes, until finally, I crawl over to him and place my hands over his cheeks.
Ryker presses his forehead against mine and says the words I’ve been dying to hear leave his lips. “I love you, Wren Grace.”
I chuckle happily and nod against his forehead with a dopey grin on my face. “And I love you, Ryker James.”
This time, when we kiss, there’s nothing being held back, and he tosses the guitar carefully to the side before allowing me to climb back onto his lap. The feel of his hard length against my pussy drives me wild, hips shifting against it eagerly, and he grabs my hips to move me along him just as eagerly.
My stomach erupts with a million butterflies when he brings one hand in front of me and then places it over my stomach with a small smile against my lips. “I can’t wait to see what this life has in store for us, Wren.”
“You aren’t upset?”
He knows what I’m talking about. I don’t need to ask the full question. Ryker shakes his head and shrugs. “It’s not exactly when I had planned on it happening. I thought we could give it a few years, but there’s no doubt in my mind that you’re doing to rock the shit out of the mom life.”
“We’re having a baby,” I whisper.
I giggle when he spins us around so that he’s lying on his back with me still straddled over him, and he winks at me from the ground. “Doesn’t mean we can’t still practice our baby-making skills.”
We slam our lips together while he pushes his large hand up my shirt until he’s cupping a breast and massaging it gently. I didn’t take much notice before, but now that I found out the news, I guess that’s why my boobs have been aching every time I get up in the morning. I’d assumed it was because I was close to starting my period, but the most unexpected result came back instead.
A result I’m more than happy with.
When Ryker rolls a nipple between his fingers, I arch my back into him, and my breath hitches from the uncontrollable desire coursing through me. That’s another thing I found out once I got the results – sex could be hit or miss while pregnant. I’m just glad it’s a hit for me.
Every sense is heightened in a way I’ve never felt before. I crave him more than I probably should, and my craving only increases when he rips the shirt over my head and tosses it to the ground.
I lean up and frown. “We could get caught.”
Ryker shrugs. “We could if I hadn’t blocked off this part.”
“They’ll still hear us. You could hear a pin drop.”
His smile lifts at the corner of his mouth and rolls my nipple once more. “Then I guess we should be quiet. Do you think you could manage that, Teach?”
“You’re on, Rockstar.”
I let him pull at the waistband of my leggings and tug them down my legs, which have seen better days, but Ryker doesn’t seem to care that it’s been weeks since I last shaved.
Sue me, I was in a very bad mental state and never felt up to it.
I wish I’d done so this morning, though, if I knew Ryker was going to be here.
Ryker’s gaze trails over me with a fire burning in those dark pools of chocolate, my skin tingling under the heat of it, and he leans forward to brush his lips against my collarbone. I lift up enough that he’s able to get his pants down, hard length bobbing into the afternoon sun, and I carefully ease myself back onto his lap.
