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Soren doesn’t need me to beg more, he fucks me with deliciously long, hard strokes that make my tits bounce and my breath hitch as I moan his name over and over. I slide my hands up his arms until I reach his shoulders, then I tug at them until he lowers himself to his elbows and I can reach his lips.
Our kiss isn’t sweet or hesitant; it’s scorching, toe-curling, and so addictive I don’t ever want it to end. The way his tongue snakes around mine sends shivers down my spine, or maybe that’s caused by the way his cock hits that secret spot deep inside me. Whatever the reason, I feel like I’m high on it.
Lifting my hips, I meet him thrust for thrust, eager to get him as deep inside me as possible. With each thrust, I’m pushed further up the bed until my head slams against the headboard. I don’t care, though. No sane woman would when she’s being fucked so good.
Soren lets go of my lips, and licks his way down my neck, biting my shoulder so hard my pussy clamps down on his dick. “Yes!” I scream as my orgasm crests, each punishing thrust sending me further over the edge.
“Gail!” he groans. His movements become more erratic. “Fuck. The way you’re squeezing me… I can’t…”
Desperate to swallow his pleasure, I grab his short hair with one hand and force his mouth back on mine. He continues to moan my name, and I don’t think I’ve ever heard anything more beautiful in my life than the sounds he makes when he comes inside my pussy.
As soon as he’s done, he drops next to me on the bed, pulling me against him so he’s spooning me. I can feel the puffs of his breath against my shoulder, and I try to count them as I gather my own breath.
Lying like this with Soren feels natural, like we’ve done it so many times our bodies know exactly how to fit together. His hand is splayed on my stomach, almost cradling it, which is incredibly sweet.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he rasps, making tingles spread throughout my body.
I sigh with contentment and cover his hand with mine, loving how right it feels to be in his strong arms. “You’re not too bad yourself,” I murmur around a yawn. “A girl could get used to this.”
“Used to what? Being fucked like a whore and then spooned?”
“Exactly,” I reply, my eyelids starting to droop as exhaustion sets in. “That’s exactly what I mean.”
Gail
Iwake up with a start, blinking the sleep from my eyes and frowning at the unfamiliar ceiling. A surge of surprise washes over me as I realize I’m in my own room, not nestled in Soren’s arms where I expected to be. A glance at the clock tells me it’s time to shake off the haze and face the day. My body feels heavy, my breasts tender and swollen—a reminder of the life blossoming inside me, and, well, the activities of last night.
Jesus… those guys are going to be the death of me. Death by orgasms, what a way to go.
As I stretch, I think back through everything that happened yesterday; my time with Mickey, and then all night with Soren. It was… life changing in ways they’ll never know. Not only did I stand up for myself, I didn’t back down or run away. I grabbed the bull by the horns—the hockey players by the dicks—and took what I wanted. No wonder I’m grinning to myself like a lunatic.
As I push myself out of bed, my hand instinctively cradles my abdomen. A part of me is disappointed I still haven’t popped, or even swelled. I can’t wait for that to happen. Despite that not happening yet, every inch of my body seems to be on high alert. The smallest touch ignites nerves I was barely aware existed.
Thankfully, my morning sickness hasn’t made an appearance for days, so if that means it’s over, I’m all for it.
After a quick shower, while brushing my teeth, I mentally go over all the things I need to do.
Ugh, so many things to do. I need to make things right with Lucia, tell my parents they’re going to be grandparents, start looking at homes, keep up with doctor’s appointments, and travel with the guys for their away games. Christ, I need more hours in the day.
Done in the bathroom, I shuffle to the closet and pull out something that walks the line between sexy and subtle—a perfect representation of the two sides to the coin that is me. A fitted black long-sleeved top that hug my breasts more prominently now, paired with a pair of dark blue jeans that sit comfortably low on my hips. I opt for a touch of mascara and lip gloss—enough to feel put together without going overboard.
Descending the stairs, I run right into Mickey, literally. “Morning, sweetheart,” he beams, steadying me with his hands on my hips.
“Good morning, seven,” I grin, referencing his tattoo and player number.
Bending down, he slants his mouth to mine, and I’m helpless against his tongue as it prods against my lips, seeking entrance. As I tangle my fingers in his shaggy, white hair, I open up to him, welcoming the languid strokes that start a fire in my lower belly.
His hands drop to my ass, squeezing the globes so hard I whimper into his mouth. But before it can go any further, Soren makes his presence known. “Do I have to pay for the show? Or is it only if I want you to help me take care of my boner?” he drawls.
My good mood vanishes as I pull away from Mickey and look at Soren. He’s leaning against the fridge, his arms folded across his chest, and he has one eyebrow cocked like his words were a challenge rather than a question.
“What’s up your ass?” I ask, forcing myself to sound cheery.
Mickey kisses the shell of my ear before whispering, “You hurt his pride, sweetheart, but he still just wants to help. Go on, go kiss it better.”
I scoff at the ridiculous notion that I’ve somehow hurt Soren, especially when he’s the one who must have carried me from his bed to mine in the middle of the night. You have to care about people for your feelings to get hurt, and beyond my orifices and maybe—and it’s a big maybe—the life inside me, he doesn’t care about me, not like that.
Stepping out of Mickey’s embrace, I walk over to Soren, tugging at his arms until he lets them fall lifelessly to his sides. What a drama queen. “Good morning,” I say, cupping his face. Not giving him the chance to reject me, I stretch onto my tiptoes and kiss each corner of his mouth before licking along the seams of his lips.
