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Thatch blinked awake and stared up at me, concerned. “Baby? Are you okay?”
I shook my head and didn’t even bother wiping away the tears—or the crumbs from my lips.
He sat up, took in my distraught face, and became instantly alarmed. “Cass? What’s wrong?”
“You,” I wailed.
“Me?”
I nodded. “Yeah. You’re too fucking swoony.”
He grinned at that. “You’re crying because I’m too swoony?”
I nodded again. “You’re stupid. And I’m stupid because I love you so goddamn much, you idiot.”
He took the plate out of my hands gently, turning just his upper body and setting it on the nightstand. When he shifted back, his hands gripped both of my cheeks and he leaned forward, rubbing his nose against mine. “I love you too, Crazy.”
It only made me cry harder.
He chuckled softly and kissed my tear-and-jelly-stained lips.
“I feel like I’ve turned into Georgia,” I whined. “All fudging emotional and fluffing ridiculous. Mother of marshmallows and soup, what is wrong with me?”
“You’re pregnant, honey.”
“Oh? That’s what this is?” I asked in a sarcastic tone and slapped his chest. He just laughed and rolled onto his back, pulling me with him. “I’m pregnant? Well, son of a sausage biscuit, when did that happen?”
He pressed a soft kiss to my lips, and his warm gaze searched mine. “You’re so beautiful, Cass. You take my breath away.”
My tear ducts made their presence known and forced more tears to spill from my eyes. “This isn’t a game! Stop saying shi-sneakers like that to make me cry!”
“Sneakers?”
“Shut your fucking mouth. I’ve yet to find a good replacement for shit.”
He grinned and ran a hand through his hair, but his fingers only made it halfway before they got stuck in the strands coated in PB and J. “Is there food in my hair?”
I shrugged. “Probably.”
In true Thatch fashion, he just took it in stride, seemingly more concerned with how my shirt-covered boobs were now pressed against his bare chest than the fact that I had managed to shower him in spit and jelly.
“Goddamn, honeys, did you get bigger overnight?” he asked my tits. And then without warning, he flipped me onto my back and slid the top of my nightshirt down and grabbed both breasts with his big hands, squeezing and groaning his approval. “You did get bigger, my beautiful ladies. You got bigger and softer and, fuck, you’re gorgeous.” He licked across the top of one and then softly sucked my nipple into his mouth.
I couldn’t hide my moan, and he smirked in satisfaction. The conversations he held with my breasts were absurd and insane, but I secretly got off on them in a big way. Especially since they usually ended like this.
His devious tongue moved across to the other nipple and showed it the same appreciation.
My pussy throbbed and my nipples hardened, and I fought the urge to slide my hand into his boxer briefs. “Aren’t you tired?” I asked, hiding the breathiness in my voice. “It’s like two in the morning. We should probably get some sleep.”
“We both know you don’t want to sleep right now.” He grinned up at me as one big hand skimmed down my belly and into my underwear. His thick finger slid through my arousal until it made its way inside of me. “What time is your flight tomorrow?” His thumb brushed against my clit, and my hips jerked in response.
“Huh?”
He pumped his finger into me deeper. “Your flight? What time is it?”
Flight? He had to be talking about flying his Supercock into my tunnel.
I moaned and started rotating my hips against his hand. “Yes. Put your cock inside me. Fantastic idea.”
He smirked. “That’s not what I asked, Crazy.”
I could have sworn he did, but if he said he didn’t, I’d have to take his word for it—and let him know to fucking get where I needed him to go quicker. “Obviously, you’re asking the wrong questions.”
“You want my cock?” His thumb circled my clit again and applied the perfect amount of pressure to make my toes curl.
My eyes rolled back in my head. “Why are your boxers still on?”
“Are we in the same conversation right now?”
“One of us is having the right conversation. The other one is babbling.”
He didn’t let up with his magic hands. “Babbling?”
“Thatch,” I groaned in frustration, grinding myself against his hand. “Boxers off. Cock inside me. Now.”
He chuckled and flipped me over onto my belly. One hard slap to my ass urged a squeal from my lips. Before I could offer a snappy retort, he was pulling my panties off my legs and nipping at my ass with his teeth. “My dirty, dirty girl. You’ll wait until I’m ready.”
