My heart warms when he scrapes his unshaven jaw over my breasts. I giggle. He has become obsessed with my boobs the past four months. “You know they’re going to disappear the instant I give birth.”
He bites down on my nipple through my thin cotton maternity shirt, making me yelp. “Yep! That’s why I have to appreciate them as much as I can now.”
My knees become weak when he sucks my budded nipple in his mouth to soothe the sting with his tongue. When a moan seeps through my parted lips, my eyes snap to the open bathroom door. Nick’s dad’s house is small. I don’t just mean compared to my parents’ house. It's small as intinysmall. Its two bathrooms, two bedrooms, and a combined kitchen, dining, and living area would fit in my parents’ kitchen. It’s awkward enough staying quiet when we’re in Nick’s room, let alone the bathroom. I’d be mortified if his dad walked in on us.
Noticing my panicked expression, Nick’s soft chuckles bounce around the bathroom. Any concerns I’m having vanish when his rough hand glides under my shirt so he can cup my engorged breast. He teases my nipple into a hard, erect peak in less than a second. His impressive skills moisten my panties as quickly as they erase my inhibitions.
When he nudges his head to the door, signaling for me to close it, I slam it shut.
Putty—once again I’m nothing but putty.
* * *
The next morning, excitement beams out of me as we drive to our new house. I can barely sit still knowing today is the day we move into our own home. We can finally put together the nursery items we have stored in the shed on Nick’s dad’s property, and we have more than one toilet.
When Nick spots me fidgeting in my seat, he smiles his panty-dropping smirk. I lean over and press a peck on his freshly shaven jaw. I don’t mind the roughness of a few days’ stubble, but if forced to pick between prickles or his ruggedly sharp jawline, I’ll always pick the latter. I hate when his handsome face is covered with too much scruff.
After adjusting his rearview mirror, Nick curses under his breath. I eye him curiously when he signals a left turn. Our new house is on the right. Once he turns down the unknown street, his gaze shoots back to his rearview mirror. Suspicious about what has his attention, I crank my neck to peer out the back window of his truck. Other than a yellow car a few spots back from us, we’re the only cars on the road.
My head nearly collides with the window when Nick takes a sudden right. When the yellow car follows us down the unmarked road, he yanks his truck off the asphalt.
“Stay in my truck.”
He waits for me to nod before he bolts for the yellow car that has come to a stop in the middle of the road. I try to take in the features of the female driver, but dark tint and the fact she’s wearing sunglasses and a hat make it virtually impossible.
I don’t know what Nick says to her, but not long later, her car roars past me with so much speed, Nick’s truck wobbles. After she skids around the corner without braking, I turn my frightful eyes back to Nick. He’s raking his fingers through his hair while cursing obscenities into the street. When he spots me watching, he drags his hand down his face before heading back to his truck.
“It was Megan, wasn’t it?”
He slides into his seat while nodding. Once he sucks in some nerve-calming breaths, he turns his eyes to me. “I think we should wait to move into our house until I’ve returned from the road.”
I shake my head. “No, Nick, then she wins. You can’t let her dictate our life. Besides, yesterday was the first time you’ve seen her in months. I’m sure once she realizes you’ve moved on, she’ll move on as well.”
“I don’t trust her, Jen. I’m scared she’ll hurt you.” His eyes fill with turmoil as they roam over my face.
“I’ll be fine,” I reply, confident I'm not who she wants. “If anyone should be concerned about their safety, it’s you, Nick.”
I scoot across the bench seat until I’m straddling his lap. It’s a tight squeeze between Nick, his steering wheel, and my belly, but I manage—barely. Being cautious not to touch his scratches, I run my hand down his cheek and across his jaw before weaving my fingers through his hair. My touch soothes him so much, he’s open to negotiation.
“We can move in on one condition.” I wait with bated breath for him to spell out his terms. “My dad stays with you when I’m on the road.”
“And. . .?” I ask, sure there has to be more.
He smiles, happy I know him so well. “And. . .” He waits, building the suspense. “You agree to put music decals in Bub’s room. If he’s going to grow up to be just like his daddy, he needs a music-inspired room.”
I swoon something crazy. I love that he calls our baby “Bub.”
I press my lips to his before talking over his mouth. “Deal.”
We kiss for a few minutes before Nick suggests we take our make-out session to our new house. Nodding, I return to my side of the seat. He takes several wrong turns to ensure no one is following us before he pulls into the estate our home is in.
Our new home is the cutest house on the street. The front porch is big enough we can get a porch swing like Nick’s dad has. The kitchen was remodeled with stainless steel appliances I’m still learning how to use, and the four bedrooms, two bathrooms, large living area, and small backyard mean we have plenty of room to expand from a couple to a family. It's everything we could have wished for and so much more.
It's perfect for our little family.
* * *
After taking a few hours to christen our bedroom, Nick and I spend the rest of the afternoon setting up a nursery in the bright, sunny room at the front of our house. The theme for the nursery is lullabies. I thought it was fitting, considering our son’s dad is a musician.
