Page 77 of Playing It Forward

His face softens. “You deserve to be lazy. You worked all day, and you’re growing our baby.”

I long to reach for him. But I can’t. I can’t let myself rely on him.

I refuse to be my mom. She was devastated when her boyfriend left her alone and pregnant. She put all her love and hope in the baby. And then the baby wasn’t there anymore. Soon enough she wasn’t either.

I’m not repeating her story.

Chapter 25

It turns out I like taking care of her in every possible way.

Nolan

I groan as I awake to the feel of Terri wiggling her ass against my cock. My hard and aching cock.

She moans and wiggles her ass again. Crap. It’s going to be a long night.

I knew it was a mistake to crawl into bed with her. But when she lifted the covers up and asked me to stay, I couldn’t say no. Not when she was offering me everything I want.

I wrapped my arm around her and she fell asleep. Never in a million years did I expect to wake to the feel of her perfect, round ass wiggling against me.

My cock presses against my briefs – eager to escape and sink into Terri. Not happening. This isn’t about sex. This is about Terri learning to trust me. To trust I want more than the baby she’s carrying. I want her as well. I want this little family.

I’m not going to be able to sleep. Not until I take care of my problem. I roll toward the edge of the bed.

“Where are you going?” Terri asks.

I freeze. I can hardly tell her I’m off to give myself a hand job in the shower.

“Can’t sleep.”

She rolls over to face me. Her face is illuminated in the moonlight. She resembles the sprite I call her. A supernatural entity I can’t believe is in my bed. How did I get this lucky?

“I can help you fall asleep.”

My brow wrinkles. Is she suggesting what I think she is?

“How?” I ask because I need to be sure. I need to know if she wants me as much as I want her.

She waggles her eyebrows. “Do I need to explain?”

My cock twitches. It’s ready for me to cover her and sink deep into her warmth. I inhale a deep breath before the lack of blood flow in my brain causes me to make a decision I’ll regret.

“Sprite, sweetheart, we don’t have to.”

“What if I want to?”

I palm her cheek. “I don’t want you to have any regrets.”

Especially when she’s gone to extreme lengths to make sure I and the rest of the island understand we’re not a couple. I grit my teeth. I want to argue with her. Tell her we are a couple. But she’s stubborn and scared. I can’t push her. She’ll run in the opposite direction faster than Tanner runs from accepting responsibility for his fuck ups.

“I won’t.”

“Sweetheart, I can’t.”

She growls. “What? You’re denying me sex?”

“Can I explain before you wake the entire resort?”