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I can't start things out this way.
"What's wrong?" he asks.
"I want to work things out," I say softly. "But we have to take it slow."
Jesse pulls back, his hand still resting on my belly. "Yeah," he says. "But we'll figure it out together."
I smile up at him, feeling lighter than I have in months. "Together," I repeat.
Jesse leans down and presses a soft kiss to my forehead. "Get some rest," he says. "We'll talk to my mom in the morning."
I nod, feeling suddenly exhausted. "Okay," I say. "Goodnight, Jesse."
"Goodnight, Piper."
Chapter nine
Jesse
She'sinmyhouse,just a few rooms away...and I can't stand the fact that I'm not in bed with her.
Naked.
Worshipping her gorgeous, pregnant body. Kissing her everywhere.
I toss and turn all night, waking up repeatedly at even the slightest creak in the house. I can't fuck her tonight, no matter how bad I want to; my mom has no idea she's here, and it would be disrespectful at the very least.
So I lie there.
I think about Piper.
My cock comes to attention as I think about how she kissed me, what a fucking tease she is. I reach down to grasp my length under my sweats and picture her splayed out underneath me, bent over with her swollen tits and her pregnant belly hanging beneath her. I don't think I've ever pictured something sexier.
"Fuck," I whisper in the dark, stroking myself.
I roll over and reach out my other arm to tangle my fingers in the sheets, imagining that I'm fucking Piper's tight pussy and not my own hand.
Fuck, being with her is going to be delicious agony. I can't wait for her to agree to stay, and I can't fucking wait to be with her again. I'm going to fuck her so many ways, so many times. I'm going to make sure she has no doubt how much I want her, how much I love her, how much I need her.
Fuck.
I roll over and come across my abs, gasping out harsh breaths. I wish she was here, I wish I was coming inside her. Resisting the urge to stride down the hall and bend her over is hard as fuck.
And not even coming seems to help.
I finally drift off, but I'm plagued with desire...and with anxiety over talking to my family about what I've done.
This ain't gonna be easy.
But Piper is worth it.
I wake up to the sound of my mom puttering around in the kitchen, and I bolt upright.
Piper.
I fling the covers off and pull on a shirt, grateful for my past self for at least cleaning up after the mess I made. My hair is a disaster, my eyes ringed with dark circles...but that'll have to work. I wanted to look more put together for my mom when I had this conversation with her.
Whatever.
