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“Mhhm.” I rubbed my cheek along his chest, wiggling my hips side to side in an attempt to loosen them.
Baobeiseemed to have doubled in size overnight, and I hadn’t even stood up yet to take the extra weight.
“I don’t get a morning kiss?” he teased, catching a strand of hair that draped across my face. “Gah. That tickles.”
“You should try being attached to it.” I swatted at his hand, my brain springing into action with the simple motion, like a switch had been flicked. All the information I ever wanted to know came tumbling to the forefront of my brain. I picked the first question that wanted to trip off my tongue and went with it. “I never got to ask you about how you got transferred here.” I yawned, cupping my hand around my mouth for propriety’s sake and caught his nipple with my nails.
Ruski hissed a sharp breath between his teeth. “Jesus, woman. Careful.”
“Or what?” I was still working on the puzzle of the man lying beside me when he slithered out from beneath my arm and found myself on my back. “Oh.”
I blinked up at him, the ceiling fan turning lazy circles behind his head sending already warm air cascading onto us as the humidity rose with the sun.
“Or I’ll keep going where I left off last night.” He smiled, sliding down my body.
Pulling the straps of last night’s dress I still wore from my shoulders, he kissed and licked and sucked my breasts, one hand drifting over my belly in the sweetest, gentlest careers possible, like he was protecting his own child.
My heart swelled, bringing tears to the forefront. I blinked them back, sucking in short breaths.
“Everything okay there?” He propped himself up on one elbow, a familiar, easy smile gracing the harder lines of his face. “Need to pee?”
He hid his concern well, but he forgot I already knew him.
“Just an overload of emotions and hormones. What this mumma-to-be deals with before breakfast.”
“I can get you some food—” Ruski started, levering himself up.
I held up a hand, shaking my head. “Don’t you move,” I said adamantly, then backpedaled, hating the demand in my voice. Could I kick ass with the best of them after the boy’s training? You betcha. Want to sound like an asshole before I crawled out of bed in the morning? No, thank you. “Please?”
“You got it.” Ever the people pleaser, Ruski went back to teasing my breasts until I writhed beneath him, tangling my hands in his hair and suppressing the moans he tore from me. He pushed himself along my body, pressing kisses to my bump. “Gonna give me some time with your mumma, little man— kid— ah, egg?” He looked up at me, confused as hell.
I giggled. “No gender known or chosen. I’ll let you know when I find out.”
“Noted.” Ruski kissed my belly again, a look of consternation still on his features as he settled between my legs and took up where I remembered leaving off with him the night before.
What I didn’t remember was finding my own bed again, but with his tongue doingthat...I had no chance of recalling anything much at all.
He teased my clit, using his fingers to stroke over my bare flesh—had the little psycho also stolen my underwear? —as he licked and sucked and nibbled at the tiny nub that controlled what felt like nearly every nerve ending in my body.
I shuddered, biting back insults as my first orgasm rolled over me. My stomach tightened then released, leaving me a fraction of breathing space before Ruski added a third finger, pumping into me in a steady rhythm and returned to his teasing.
Several breaths later I bit my fist, crying out as pleasure slammed into me with the grace of a road train. Heat gushed between my legs, dampening my skin that instantly cooled as Ruski blew on my inner thighs. Gooseflesh broke out all over me at the contrasting balmy air and cool breath. I shivered with the last edges of pleasure, my pussy still clamping down on his fingers in strong waves. My belly hardened, everything tight, while I gasped for breath, and he raised his head.
“You okay, Abby?” True concern etched his features, not the joking sort from before.
I nodded, unable to get a full breath until the false contraction released. “Braxton-Hicks. They go away...eventually. No worries.”
“Uh-huh.” His brow dipped further as he stared at my belly and dropped a featherlight kiss over my belly button.
I would have giggled if it wasn’t for the alarm written across his face. “What is it?” I let out a strangled gasp as my stomach released, then grabbed again. “Damnit. It’ll pass.”
“Yeah, maybe...”
“Why, Ruski?” I snapped.So much for not being a demanding bitch first up.
He sat back, running a single hand down my side in a comforting gesture. “Because you haven't let go of my fingers in nearly a minute, and it's really damn wet down here. I don’t remember you being a squirter.”
“A squirter...” My thoughts trailed off, half finished. “Your hand?”
