My fingers curl around the base of his cock, holding him steady as I drag my tongue along the thick underside, pressing firmly against the pulsing vein. His body goes rigid as I swirl my tongue around the crown, getting another taste of the salty precum, before gliding back down his length at a torturously slow pace.
Sensing he’s close to losing the last thread of his composure, I lean forward on the balls of my feet and sink down until the thick head presses at the back of my throat again. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, but I keep going, bobbing my head along his shaft, moaning around him as I gently cup his balls in my palm.
I gaze up at Heath through wet lashes, watching the exact moment his control begins to fracture. His cock jerks forward involuntarily as a ragged whimper slips from his throat.
I move with renewed urgency, sucking him with more pressure while massaging his balls. He loses it completely, coming hard, and flooding my throat with powerful spurts.
“Jesus Christ,” he growls.
I lap up every drop, licking him clean, and when I’ve finished, his cock springs free from my mouth with apop.
Heath’s gaze is locked on me as he reaches out his finger. “You’ve got a little something on your mouth.”
He wipes a bead of cum dripping down my chin, and I grab his wrist, running my tongue over his finger, licking it clean.
“Damn, you look good on your knees for me,” he croons.
“Good thing, because I may have to stay here permanently.” I laugh, gesturing to my rounded stomach.
“Shit. Let me help you.” He bends down, sliding an arm under mine, and resting the other on my back as he lifts me to my feet.
I dramatically wipe my forehead. “Thanks. Who knew growing a tiny human would turn standing up into an extreme sport?”
Heath tucks his semi-hard cock back inside his boxers and pulls up his pants, zipping them in place before smoothing my hair with a tenderness that steals my breath.
“I’m always here when you need a lift,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my temple.
“Just what I’ve wanted all along—being assisted like I just ran a marathon, except my training consists of naps and eating for two.”
“You’re growing a person from scratch. That’s way more impressive than any race in my book,” Heath states as he guides me over to a short stack of hay so I can sit and takes a seat beside me. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”
I settle back, resting on my palms. “Sure, what is it?”
He takes off his hat, running a hand through his hair. “I have to go out of town in a few days.”
“Oh, to where?” I squeak, my tone jumping up an octave.
I admit I’m taken aback, considering he hasn’t mentioned anything about an upcoming trip, at least not anything definite or so soon.
“Wyoming,” he explains. “Briggs, that friend I’ve told you about who owns a large cattle ranch, invited me out to look at some of his top breeding stock. We have to expand the herd considerably to take full advantage of the new land I bought a while back, and I want to get that handled sooner rather than later. He also invited me to take a tour of his full operation to see what practices we can implement here to streamline our processes.”
“That’s very exciting.” I muster up as much enthusiasm as I can while a tight knot forms in my stomach. “How long will you be gone?”
“Ten days.”
I blow out a shaky exhale, fighting to calm my nerves.
We haven’t spent a single night apart since we got married, and the thought of him being gone so long stirs up my deepest insecurities. I’d suggest I go with him if it weren’t impossible for me to balance running the shop, the pregnancy, and managing my diabetes. As it is, there’s no choice but for me to stay behind.
I can’t help but compare our situation to my parents. Grams said my dad went on a two-week business trip before he told my mom he’d changed his mind about wanting to be together and said he didn’t want anything to do with us. I’ll never know the full story, but I’m choosing to assume he wasn’t as doting or thoughtful as Heath. Otherwise, it leaves open the possibility that Heath could do the same to me.
Granted, he’s never given me any reason to believe that’s a possibility. He gave me his grandma’s wedding ring, for heaven’s sake, yet my insecurities, paired with my unpredictable pregnancy hormones have completely drowned out reason.
Heath has quickly become the person I enjoy spending time with most and I hate having to share him, even if it’s for an important cause like growing his business. I can’t control how much I want him here or shake the feeling that things could go sideways if he leaves and I’m reminded of how his life was before I showed up and turned his world upside down.
Heath places his hand over mine. “You sure it’s okay if I go? I didn’t want to put it off in case you go into early labor. There’s no chance in hell I’d risk missing that.”
I nod, forcing a broad smile. “Of course. It’s only for ten days. Everything will be fine.”
