I reach my hand around behind me until I find his firm ass and pinch it. “Stop teasing me and fuck me. I want your big cock to slam inside of my wet pussy RIGHT NOW!” I can’t believe I just said all of that to him. I should be horrified, but I’m too horny to care. He groans in what sounds like sheer bliss and I feel him at my entrance. Just as I demanded, he goes balls deep in one firm stroke, setting my nerve endings on fire.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks in concern when I cry out.

“No, I love it. Keep going. Don’t stop,” I shout as I push back to force him to the hilt. He remains still, letting me impale myself on his cock while he circles my clit with lazy strokes. Feeling as if I have all the power for the moment, I decide to tease him. Just barely taking him in before moving away once again. He lasts maybe a minute before I hear a muttered curse from behind me and my dominant lover takes over. My body ripples as he thrusts into me, so close to going over the edge. He is dropping kisses onto my shoulder when suddenly I feel his teeth nip the tender flesh there. That’s it—I’m flying. I have no idea if I’m caught up in one unbelievably long orgasm or if I’m having a string of multiple ones. All I do know is that I’m pulsing around his hard length and finally pushing him over with me.

“Fuck!” he hisses against my neck before collapsing backward. I let myself rest in the curve of his body. “It’s always better,” he says in a voice full of disbelief.

“What is?” I yawn, already close to drifting off. It’s well past my bedtime now and I can barely keep my eyes open.

He strokes the curve of my hip soothingly. “Each time we make love. It’s so amazing…so different from anything I’ve ever known or experienced.”

It should probably feel a bit awkward that I’m lying here with the man I love while he talks about past sexual encounters, but this is different. He’s being open with me, which is something I cherish. He feels comfortable enough now to talk about something personal, trusting I’ll understand what he is trying to say—which I do. “It’s the love between us, Luc. It enhances everything, including that. Or at least I feel that way.” Of course, I’d only had one dismal attempt at sex before Lucian so I don’t have as much to compare it to. But I know there is no way I could be with another man—even if Lucian and I broke up—and feel even a portion of the emotion and euphoria that fills my body when Lucian possesses me. It is and always will be because I love him completely—body and soul.

I lie awake long after Lucian has gone to sleep, pondering everything he told me. Other than trying to upset me, I wonder why Monique went to all the effort to seek me out tonight? I have an uneasy feeling that there is more at play here than even Lucian realizes. When his hand moves to my stomach, the baby picks that exact moment to kick her father’s hand. With uncertainty on the horizon once again, our daughter reminds us both that no matter what happens, our love has created beauty and lightness where once there was only the dark.

Chapter Sixteen

Lucian

“Well, hey there, sugar. Long time, no see,” drawls the far-too-friendly bartender. I inwardly grimace having completely forgotten about my unfortunate trip here when I’d found out Lia might be pregnant. I’d panicked like some kind of pussy that night, taken off on her, and ended up here. The same bartender had propositioned me, even offering to include the woman I’d told her I was involved with. Aidan had suggested we meet Max here for a drink to get an update on the situation with Monique and I’d absentmindedly agreed without giving it much thought—until now.

Across the table, Aidan has one eyebrow cocked in question as he looks from me to her. Well, in actuality, it’s more as if he’s staring at the expansive amount of tits she has on display in the tiny, halter-like top. “So, Misty,” he surprises me by saying her name, “how do you know my friend here?”

She looks thrilled at the attention and I’m relieved when she moves closer to him, not stopping until she’s standing almost between his legs. “Well, he was in here a while back. I tried to interest him in a private party, but he was somewhat drunk. I think he was afraid of the performance thing. You know, Jack dick.”

“What?” I sputter as Aidan begins laughing.

“Jack dick?” Aidan asks, looking thrilled with the turn the conversation has taken.

Misty holds her finger upright and says loudly enough for every nearby table to hear, “You know, when you’ve had too many shots and your dick just won’t cooperate.” She then dramatically drops her finger down fast enough to make my cock draw up.

What the fuck? I’m getting my equipment insulted by a slutty bartender who I turned down. Aidan—the bastard—is clutching his sides as he laughs while Misty gazes at him as if she’s just gotten her first glimpse of Christmas morning. I had planned to throw politeness to the wind and get rid of her, but I feel like a little payback is in order here. If Aidan is enjoying her company so much, then I should be a friend and encourage it—all I can. So, instead I give them a rueful smile and a shrug of my shoulders. “It happens—I just can’t hold my liquor sometimes.” Misty is giving me an encouraging smile while Aidan now just looks confused. He knows I’m up to something. No man would ever admit to something like that willingly. “I also have a very pregnant girlfriend so I’m a bit taken. But, Misty, let me introduce you to my friend, Aidan Spencer. I think you two have a lot in common. He’s single and would have no problem I’m sure if you wanted to bring your boyfriend along. He loves to…mix things up.” By this point, Misty’s eyes are wide and she’s practically dancing in place. I’m sorely afraid that her large tits are going to pop out of her tiny top at any moment.