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Alex nods, his fingers gently pushing the stray strands from my face. “Of course. I’ll support you as much as I can, Rachel. Through all of this. Any help you need, all you have to do is ask and I will be there.” He tilts his head at me, looking sad as he stares down at me. “I just don’t understand why you’re so worried about all this. Having a baby is a miracle. You should be happy to share it with me and the others.”
I nod, my hand reach for him, stroking the back of his neck. His hair feels so soft against my fingers. “I will,” I whisper as I pull him closer. “When the time is right.”
His lips against mine feel amazing. I arch toward him, wanting more of him. His tongue runs along my bottom lip and I open for him, allowing him to enter me. Our tongues stroke each other. My hands slide against his muscled back, feeling them tense with my every touch. My legs open and he moves between them, pressing himself against me.
The kiss is different than usual. He’s so gentle with me. His hands cup my face, keeping me to him. It’s so tender and loving. Tears sting my eyes as I kiss him. We’ll be fine. We’ll get through this and it gives me the hope I need—believing Lucas, Hunter, and even Seth will be okay with this… as soon as I tell them.
Alex pushes my cardigan from my shoulders and I help him, pulling my arms out of the sleeves. His mouth slides to my cheek, down to my neck and shoulder. He pushes the fabric of my shirt away, kissing my collar bone before moving down to my belly. I still when his hands touch me there. He touches me as if I might break. His fingers slide under my shirt to stroke my swollen belly. His gaze meets mine and all I see there is love and adoration.
“You have nothing to fear, Rachel,” he whispers before pushing my shirt up and placing a tender kiss on my stomach. “I will love this little bun like I love you. Even if it’s not mine. I’ll be there for you.”
I sniff, feeling the waterworks building up again.
“All you need to have is faith,” he whispers and I bob my head, believing his words.
I don’t struggle when he pushes my shirt up and over my head, the fabric falling somewhere behind me. I’m most concerned with my exposed, swollen belly, wondering if he finds it disgusting. His expression doesn’t change as he kisses my belly again and my heart flutters, tears streaming down my cheeks. It’s been so hard keeping this secret to myself and I’m so happy he accepts me, accepts this decision I’ve made for us.
His hand slips into my leggings and I arch against him when he finds exactly where I need him to touch. His thumb strums my clit while a finger enters me. I pull at his shirt, needing him now, grabbing the fabric in fistfuls and yanking it from his broad shoulders. Heat pools inside me as I gaze upon his chiseled body, his hardened abs. I gasp when he pushes another finger inside me, easing in and out into a rhythm I’m begging him to increase.
“Alex,” I gasp while my hands seize his pants, pulling the down. They move frantically, fumbling for him. “I need you. Now.”
He groans and captures my mouth, kissing me hard, desperately. I cling to him, my body rocking against his fingers. The friction on my clit increases and my hands slide down his arms to his cock, freeing it from his pants and giving it a good pump. Precum slicks my fingers and he moans again, wrenching his mouth from mine.
His fingers leave me and he’s grabbing for my leggings, pulling them down my legs, one at a time. Too slow. I kick at them, struggling to be free, but there’s a mischievous glint in Alex’s gaze. He’s going to make this last as long as possible. My heart skips, knowing what to expect. My insides clench with need and my clit twitches, wanting his touch on me as soon as possible.
I watch him pull down his pants and boxers. His body is absolutely beautiful. I feel like a troll compared to him. Part of my wants to cover up, but he grabs my hands, pinning them to the bed. He kisses the tops of my breasts, his tongue darting into my bra to circle a nipple.
“Alex,” I gasp, my hands dragging up his back, my nails digging into his skin.
He groans in response and tugs my bra down. My breasts spill out and his body presses into mine, his cock digging into my thigh. He envelopes a nipple, sucking on it, making the heat consume me.
“Yes,” I whimper, arching my back, my hands snaking into his hair, wanting him to suck more, to fuck me hard.
His tongue feels like velvet as it slides against my nipple. When his teeth graze the tip, stars explode in my head. My mouth gapes open, but no sound escapes. I grind myself into Alex, searching for his cock, wanting him to bury himself deep inside me.
“No, Alex,” I moan while thrusting into him. “I want you know.”
He groans and takes the other nipple in response, sucking on it with less control than before. “I want you wet,” he says against my breast, his words heating my face with both embarrassment and desire. “I want you begging for it.”
“I am begging for it!” I cry while grabbing his hips and pulling him to me. “I want you to fuck me, Alex. I want you to fuck me so hard I can walk straight.”
I feel him shiver and something dark and heated passes through his gaze as he stares down at me. His body shifts, his cock angled near my entrance. I can feel how hot and hard he is. Our gazes lock and he slowly enters me. I clench around him, a gasp escaping my lips as he thrusts all the way to the hilt. My fingers dig into his shoulders, my legs wrap around his waist.
“You don’t want to be able to walk straight, huh?” Alex asks, his voice breathy. His jaw clenches and I can see he’s doing everything he can to remain in control. His cock pulsates inside me and I push my hips toward him, earning a soft moan. “God, Rachel,” he rasps. “You’re so fucking wet.”
He pushes in and out of me, slowly, too slowly. He’s trying to be gentle with me. I don’t know if it’s due to the pregnancy or if he wants to display how much he cares for me. I don’t care. I want it hard and fast. My hips meet his, pushing back into him, trying to get him to go faster. He shivers under my touch, his mouth meeting mine sloppily. I grind it him and he groans again, his hand grabbing my leg and throwing it over my shoulder.
I watch his body rise above mine, his hand on my lifted leg tightening. “You want me to fuck you hard, Rachel?” He says darkly.
I bob my head.
He smirks, his head tilting to one side. “Be careful what you wish for.”
I body spasms as his dick thrusts hard into me. The speed is faster than I’m accustomed to. My breasts bob with each push into me. My insides tighten around him. I can hear the sloppy wet noises filling the room. His cock feels so hard and big—bigger than I expected him to be. He grabs one of my breasts, pinching my nipple between his fingers.
“Yes, Alex!” I cry out, my hips meeting his, wanting him to go even faster.
And then he’s turning me around, pushing my face into the mattress. My face heats with embarrassment, realizing my ass is in the air. He thrusts into me again, his hands reaching around to cup my breasts, to pinch and twist them.
