Iknew I was courting trouble by falling back into Ford’s arms, but I couldn’t resist. Not after he had completely poured his heart out to me during our fight. Heloved me. Really, really loved me. He wanted to raise our baby, be a family, have a life together.
It could never actually happen, not with the deal I’d struck, but I let myself get carried away with the fantasy of it. It was impossible not to. Because regardless of the harsh, doomed reality of our situation, there was never any doubt: I’d always been in love with him.
Despite everything that had happened back in high school, the secrets and the lies, the fights, the breakups, none of it truly mattered in the grand scheme of things. In the end, I still loved Ford despite all the imperfections. Completely, unreservedly, and unshakably. And I was thrilled that he was the father of my child. He knew it, and he was excited about it, and I’d find a way to make him an equal part of the baby’s life. In that regard, the Malones could kiss my ass.
“I love you,” he murmured between kisses.
“I love you,” I said back.
He swung me up into his arms, our mouths never parting. As he walked us toward my bedroom, I could hear Munchkin in the bathroom, scratching at the door and whining.
Pulling back, I said, “Sorry, he’s freaking out. I need to—”
“Shh. I got it.”
Once Ford laid me down on the bed, he went and let Munchkin out, then came back to the bedroom and closed the door. The tip-tap of tiny nails on the floor let me know that Munchkin was happy to retreat to his doggie bed in the living room.
I stretched out on the comforter, sighing happily as Ford climbed on top of me.
Oh, I had missed this. I’d missed the warm, reassuring weight of his body, the press of his hungry lips, the hard length of his cock digging against my thigh.
He stopped for a moment, his eyes focused on my face.
“I’m still really mad you didn’t tell me about the baby.”
Then he ripped my shirt off. I let out a squeal of outrage that was only half fake.
“I’m still mad your mother arranged a seduction,” I told him as I tore at his belt and the button of his pants.
He groaned as I shoved my hands down his underwear, finding his cock and squeezing.
“Do NOT mention my mother when your hands are down my pants,” he ordered.
“What are you gonna do about it?” I taunted, stroking him.
He gave me a wicked grin before I found myself flipped over onto my stomach, the rest of my clothes pulled off of me. I was facedown on the bed, completely naked, and I could feel Ford’s heat through his clothes as he came up behind me, still fully dressed.
“Fuck, you look good,” he said, slapping my ass hard enough to make me gasp. “And I already thought your ass was perfect.”
“Shut up and fuck me,” I commanded, laughing a little. “I won’t be swayed by your sweet talk.”
It made no sense, on the one hand, how easily we could go from fighting to fucking so quickly, but on the other hand, maybe it was simply an indication of how much passion we had for each other. The kind of passion I’d never had with anyone else I’d tried to date.
Ford shoved my legs open with a knee, his fingers finding my wet opening and slipping inside of me with ease.
“Mmm,” I moaned, pushing back against him, riding his fingers. I knew it was only a preview of what was to come, but I was already hot and tingling with the friction.
I turned around to look at Ford and noticed the full-length mirror I’d propped against the closet doors. With a naughty grin, I said, “We need to face the other way. So I can watch.”
He glanced over at the mirror and grunted with approval, immediately shifting our position so I could see myself on the bed on my hands and knees, my soft, full breasts hanging down, Ford on his knees behind me with his hand between my legs. We locked eyes in the reflection and I let my mouth fall open, moaning as I widened my stance, letting him finger me harder.
I’d watched porn before, but this was so much better. Seeing Ford’s gaze go slack with lust, watching the way he was watching me, ogling him as he took off his shirt to reveal those tight abs, his perfect chest and broad shoulders. I arched my back so he could get a better view of my tits bouncing as I fucked his fingers even faster.
“Yes,” I whimpered helplessly, feeling myself get closer and closer to the edge. “Yes.”
“Let me see you come, baby,” Ford growled. “That’s it. Come for me. I want you to come right in my hand.”
My eyes squeezed shut as a hard, hot orgasm slammed into me. I cried out, pressing my face into the blankets, trying to muffle my loud moans.
