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“I’m coming!” she called out, grabbing my hand and shoving it down her yoga pants, in between her legs. Her panties were completely soaked, as were her inner thighs. I moved my fingers slowly, circling her swollen clit as I pulled her nipple back into my mouth, sucking gently this time. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Watching her convulse and come against my hand before her clothes were even off was the single most erotic experience of my life—so far.

Her pussy stopped pulsing and she opened her eyes and grinned, taking a deep breath. “Wow. Who knew I could come from nipple play?”

“Jesus, Kacie. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” I grinned, letting my eyes travel the length of her body.

“Yeah?” Her beautiful, full lips curved into a seductive smile as she lifted her hips off the bed, sliding her pants off. “Now I want you to feel it.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” I stood up and shoved my jeans off, leaving them in a heap on the floor as I climbed back into bed with her. “It’s been a couple weeks and I’m pretty fucking turned-on after that little show. I don’t know how long I’ll make it tonight.”

“Good.” She wrapped her hand around my cock and started stroking me slowly. “Because I’m ready to go again already.”

“You are?” My eyes grew wide and I had to talk myself out of coming right there in her hand.

Picture frame. Water bottle. Snowflake. Bicycle.

“Mmhmm,” she moaned pushing me back on the bed. “Besides, we have a whole week in Hawaii ahead of us to work on your stamina.” The sheets were cold against my back, sending a chill through my body. It didn’t last long though as Kacie threw one leg over my hips and hovered above me. She picked my cock up with her tiny warm hand and angled it just right. Then I watched myself disappear inside of her wet pussy.

She rested her hands on my chest and closed her eyes, slowly moving up and down while she got used to me being inside her.

“Are you okay?” I was concerned I was hurting her with the pained look on her face.

“God, yes.” She panted as she picked up speed. With every thrust, her tits bounced up and down. Watching her pleasure herself on me made it harder and harder for me to hold on, but I really wanted her to get off again. I gripped her hips and started pumping into her as she slammed down against me. My balls started to tighten and I knew I only had seconds left.

“Oh, fuck. Brody!” Kacie called out, stilling above me. I could feel her pussy clenching around my cock, and I knew she was coming again. I dug my fingers into her skin and moved into her as deep as I could, exploding right along with her. My body shuddered as I came harder than I could ever remember in my whole fucking life.

When I opened my eyes, she was still moving slowly on top of me, but she was sitting back with a smile on her face.

“Wow.” My chest heaved as I tried to slow my breathing.

“Agreed.” She grinned as she rolled off me and snuggled into my side. “I think I’m liking like this married thing.”

“Uh… if that’s how it’s gonna be,”—I exhaled loudly as I puffed out my cheeks—“we’re renewing our vows every week.”

“Stop it! That tickles!” I giggled, pulling away from Brody.

“You really want me to stop?”

“No,” I pouted dramatically, sticking out my bottom lip. “You’re not done yet.”

“Then stop moving so I can concentrate.” He laughed.

I held as still as possible as his hand curved around the bottom of my foot, gripping it lightly as he dragged the nail polish brush across my toenail. The tip of his tongue popped out of his mouth just a bit as he frowned, focusing on not getting any hot pink polish on the surrounding skin.

I scrunched my eyes shut and tensed my whole body, trying not to wiggle too much, but every time he moved his hand against my foot, I damn near jumped out of my skin.

“Ah!” Yelling out, I pulled my foot back again.

Brody glared at me playfully, his beautiful green eyes shaded by his not-really-angry brows as he exhaled through his nose like a bull. “Do I have to hold you down?”

I rubbed my very swollen pregnant belly. “Isn’t that how we got into this predicament in the first place?”

“Psh, whatever.” He rolled his eyes. “There was no holding you down for that. It was more like trying to cover your mouth as you were screaming, ‘More, Brody! More,’” he teased in a high-pitched voice as he humped the air. “Now hold still and let me finish.”

“That’s what he said.” I giggled.

Brody huffed as he finished up the last couple toes, flashing me warning glances out of the corner of his eye.

“You ready to go up to bed?” He asked as he blew on my pinky toe.

“Yeah, I think tonight is the night. I can feel it.” I said confidently, rubbing my belly again.

“You’ve said that the last two nights, babe.” He patted my butt as I turned out the family room light, and we headed upstairs to our room. We’d been in our brand new house for less than a month and it still smelled like fresh wood and new carpet. I loved it. We had decided on a large five-bedroom craftsman-style model with clean lines and a cozy, woodsy interior. Brody had been such a trooper about helping me decorate and get everything ready before the birth of Little Murphy, even when I was too tired to go to the stores myself. He was constantly texting me pictures of furniture and lamps, schlepping home items that I’d given the thumbs-up to. And now, we were down to the wire.

“No, I mean it, I’ve been very crampy today and my back is killing me.” I eased into bed, trying to convince myself that this would be the last night with this tiny alien in my belly. “Plus, I went on an extra long walk with the girls today, even though I almost froze my tush off, and I ate two bowls of mom’s chili at dinner.”

“Two bowls of chili?” Brody teased. “Maybe I should sleep on the couch.”

“Very funny. Get over here and snuggle me.”

My due date was only one week away, but I was not-so-silently begging this baby to come out tonight while Brody was home. He’d be leaving in the morning for a three-day road trip with the Wild, and while I knew it was a possibility, I really didn’t want to have our baby without him.

“You know,”—he pulled the covers back and crawled in next to me, his arm muscles flexing with each movement—“I’ve heard that vigorous sex sometimes triggers labor.”

“I’m a labor and delivery nurse. You think I don’t know that?” I rolled my eyes at him. “Plus, you used that last night and nothing.”

“Nothing?” Brody sounded dramatically pained by my answer. “You called God’s name so many times last night that either you were enjoying yourself or you were having a massive prayer session while in bed with me.”

I smacked his chest and rolled onto my left side, facing him, so I could breathe easier.

“If you change your mind, you let me know.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you too.” I sighed happily.

He lifted my T-shirt and kissed my belly. “And I love you, baby.”

He had done that every night he’d been home, and I swear the baby knew when he was there, responding with lots of little kicks after Brody talked to him, or her. It would be nice to know what we were having, but karma came around and smacked me in the face for teasing Alexa about not finding out. Brody refused. He wanted it to be a surprise. I would never admit it, because everyone knows I like to be prepared, but I was excited for the surprise too. My whole relationship with Brody had been surprise after surprise, right down to this pregnancy, so it just seemed fitting that the sex of the baby be a surprise too.