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“I. Know. This. Part. Is. Stuuuuuupid,” Darragh hums in my right ear.
I snort, never expecting him to have a sense of humor. But Cormac had an upbeat personality when I met him.
Does that mean, if faced with stress, Darragh will spiral the same way?
When his hands close around my stomach, my heart beats faster. I’ve not been lovingly touched in so long.
And now when I feel a kick, so does Darragh who reacts with smiling lips on the back of my neck. “This is so fucking sexy.”
The instructor tells Darragh how to massage me. Where to squeeze, where to put pressure.
By his peppering kisses, she assumes we’re a couple. I’m a puddle in a few minutes, and my hormones fire up to an atomic level.
“Sex is so much better when you’re not stressed,” Darragh whispers, his cologne intoxicating me. “When your mind is open.”
“And my legs,” I joke.
He snorts a laugh, his warm breath fanning my neck.
“What are we doing?” I ask softly. “Are we in a relationship now?”
“I don’t know.” He brushes my skin with more kisses. “I’m just as confused at what I feel for you.”
“Are you sure you’re not power hungry?” I know he wants to keep my baby, but does he really want me, too?
“I’m hungry for something.”
He’s an O’Rourke, born of the same ruthless killers I walked among for years in Astoria. Those men don’t seduce and sweet-talk to get what they want.
They take it.
But Darragh’s a father and that must have brought about this softer side of him.
When our eyes locked in the courthouse last Friday, something scorched between us. The surprise and then a spark.
Even the anger with a palpable brusqueness of a man who was raised to believe he can have whatever he wants didn’t bother me.
Now Darragh’s kissing the back of my neck. And my panties are embarrassingly damp. My eyes spring open when I hear the instructor tell the partners to massage…our vaginas.
Walking around, handing out blankets to cover our laps, she says, “Perineal massages can be done alone, Moms. But Dads, you can help. You should have read somewhere by now that orgasms at this stage of pregnancy are very helpful. Loosens the muscles in the birth canal. Dads, I suggest you give Moms at least one a day.” She gets back to her mat at the top of the circle. “We’re adults here, folks. For those of you with full-time jobs and other kids at home, feel free to take this time for yourselves. You’ll be very busy with the new baby soon. Dads, remind your partner she’s still a woman.”
“I’d love to remind you with every inch of me,” Darragh whispers as his hands lower from my stomach to my thigh under the blanket. “Tell me to stop.”
When his fingers land right on my center, I hiss out a soft moan.
“Oh, we have a vocal one,” someone says.
I pop open my eyes and see smiles in my direction.
“How does that feel?” Darragh whispers.
“God, so good.” I haven’t come in months.
“Can I?” He pulls at my waistband. “Are you wet?”
“Maybe.” My hips curl with anticipation to feel him touch me.
“Fuck, you’re soaked. Poor baby. I know what you need.”
