Page 162 of What Comes Around

“I’m gonna come.”

When I came like this, pregnant, my body tightened so intensely that it pulled him right over the edge with me, whether he wanted it or not. For once, he had no control and I thought that loss of control both wrecked him and drew him in.

Maybe that was why he’d become so obsessed with my pregnancy.

His thrusts deepened, quickening. My body responded, my head falling back against his shoulder as a moan slipped from my lips.

The pleasure crested, and I let go, my body tensing, stomach tightening under his hand as the contractions rippled through me.

Knox followed instantly, his body jerking as he buried himself deep inside me. A strained hiss left him as he continued to move, slow and unsteady, riding out the last of it and emptying himself inside of me.

With some maneuvering his lips found mine again.

“I love you,” he breathed against my mouth, his hand still resting over my stomach, now soft again and our baby moving after being awakened by my contractions.

I slid my fingers through his stubble, holding him close.

“I love you, too.”

He tucked me closer, his chin resting on my shoulder. The room was quiet except for our breathing and the faint rustle of sheets. Knox’s body relaxed behind me, the tension melting out of him until he was almost asleep.

When he was hovering on the edge of sleep, I nudged him lightly.

“Do you want a bedtime story?” I asked softly.

There was a pause.

Then, a sleepy, half-mumbled, “What?”

“For the baby,” I said, shifting slightly so I could glance back at him. “I should start practicing.”

He huffed out something that might have been a quiet laugh. Alright,” he murmured. “Let’s hear it.”

I cleared my throat. “A long, long time ago, there was a little girl. Since her grandmother gave her a very nice red hat, everyone called her Little Red Riding Hood.”

Knox’s hand absently brushed over my stomach as I spoke.

“One day, Little Red Riding Hood wanted to deliver a cake to her grandmother. But on the way there, she met a big grey wolf.”

I paused just slightly, then continued, my tone shifting. “Little Red Riding Hood had never seen such a handsome wolf… so she used the cake to lure him into a secluded little forest.”

Silence.

“…and then?” Knox murmured.

I smiled to myself. “Little Red Riding Hood told him, very seriously, ‘You ate my cake… so you’re mine now.’”

Another pause.

Knox went very still behind me.

I turned my head slightly, barely holding back a grin. “Did you like it?”

“That is not the version we’re reading to our daughter.”

“We’ll see.”

Epilogue: Knox