Page 41 of Bound Hearts

I notice how her thoughts are taking over again, but her deep exhale this time is more content. “You know, I’m still going to need to adjust a little more. A lot is going on. I’m not ready to start planning the baby’s nursery or to accept that my body is, well, pregnant. But I’ll get there.”

“It is a lot. I’m not the guy who knows much about babies,” I admit.

“Me neither.”

“We’re going to be a good team then.” I say it but realize that team is not the right word to use. We’re going to be so much more than that. “We’ll figure it all out, together.”

She nods softly. “Oh my gosh, I forgot we have parents ourselves. Mine will probably make a joke that I’m following tradition. Your dad?”

Everything inside of me sinks into nerves. Absolute complete conflict takes over. I want to have this baby with Sutton, and I want her to have my ring on my finger. I’m doing those things for myself. But coincidence in this case isn’t funny. And I’m not sure my family would see it as a fluke at all, nor can I deny that a part of me feels relieved that the baby-clause issue is now resolved.

Swallowing the unease, I bring out the fake smile that has convinced many. “My dad will be happy.” It’s simply put. “How about when approaching my family, we work them into it instead of throwing everything at once. First, meet the girlfriend, then a few weeks later the fiancée, then surprise, a baby on the way?” I’m prolonging this, and I shouldn’t.

Pinpointing the issue, I’m unfortunately aware that I’m avoiding confronting the clause that may send Sutton into overdrive; she’s already struggling with the news enough. She’s fragile right now, and she doesn’t need more. Honestly, though, I don’t want to admit that the clause has always been floating in my head.

“It’s your family. I’ll let you decide. Just remember that I won’t stay this shape forever.”

Am I a horrible man because my attention has now shifted to that reminder? My hand escapes from her clutches and rides up and underneath her shirt, causing her to lie flat on her back.

First, my fingers feather a circle around her belly. “Because my baby is inside here,” I whisper to her with thick desire.

My hand drives further up her silky skin until it cups her bra-covered breast. They already feel heavier and swollen, different than a few weeks ago. My thumb shoves the edge of the material down, revealing her pert nipple that my fingers capture. She inhales a sharp breath, and I enjoy watching her face ease and her eyes fill with lust as I play with her.

“And these are going to feed our baby.”

I lean down to suck on her nipple, feeling myself grow hard. I’ve discovered a new addiction. It’s Sutton pregnant with my child.

“Foster,” she warns playfully as her thighs begin to spread.

Dragging my lips around the dark pink peaks, I tease her, and she moans in response.

“Foster, you have to fucking stop,” she panics, and her hands urge me off. I retreat slightly to give her space and check in with her.

I’m confused and concerned. “What’s wrong?”

She blushes and brings her hand to cover her face, and a small bashful smile takes shape. “I’m going to come already if you’re not careful. My nipples are that sensitive.”

Grinning, there is nothing in that sentence that is a negative. “Don’t be embarrassed. We like when you come.”

“But that fast? You don’t even have a chance.”

I pull her arm to cause her hand to drop and clear her face. “It’s so fucking sexy. I get to make you come purely by touching your nipples.”

“Okay, fine. But it feels, I… I mean, considering the events of today, it feels like maybe we should save experiments for another day.” She is both serious and struggling not to grin.

“Let me.” I’m adamant.

Her mouth opens, but only a sound comes out because she gives in.

The tip of my tongue finds one nipple, drawing circles. My other hand cups her other breast, her nipple caught between my thumb and finger.

Her entire body lifts slightly when I suck on one, and her other nipple is softly flicked.

“Foster,” she warns me, but it’s through a smile.

I suck harder, and my fingers continue to twist and toy with her. I sense that her arousal only intensifies, and I touch between her thighs for inspection, feeling her wetness.

“I’m going to become addicted to playing with you this way.” My lips drag between the valley of her breast to swap the attention that her other nipple deserves from my tongue, and my fingers swap to my other side. I’m not sure which movement is causing goosebumps on her skin, but a wave of heat passes through her, I can feel it. Her thighs open, her knee knocking me, the space ready to welcome my cock.