Page 12 of Unplanned
“Don’t ever say that to me again,” he says, his voice shaking. “You didn’t screw up. We didn’t screw up. It just speeds up a lot of the ideas I’ve been kicking around.”
“What ideas?”
He grins mischievously and thinks for a moment. “Let me give it to you as a wedding gift.”
“Nico! You know I can’t stand suspense!” I laugh through my tears that are quickly abating now.
His hand moves up my leg, under the hem of my cut-off sweats, gently squeezing the muscles there.
“Too damn bad,” he says, softly nibbling my throat.
I try to be strong and not swoon at his touch. His thumb brushes against my inner thigh. I fail to resist the urge to wriggle a little.
Another thought occurs to me. “Nico, how are we going to tell my parents we’re pregnant?”
“We don’t have to do that right now. Be here with me and forget everything. Fuck your parents for right now. Fuck all the parents,” Nico murmurs, tugging my oversized, ancient tee-shirt down, flicking his tongue over the spot where my neck meets my shoulder.
When I let out a tiny squeak of pleasure at his mouth right there, the hard length pressing into my lower bottom twitches. I jerk upward, trying to stand, intending to lead him into the bedroom.
But Nico holds me still, his hand brushing against my skin, higher, under the soft material, until he reaches the leg band of my underwear.
“We don’t have to tell them now, but we need…oh…my god…we need to s-strategize…”
“Spread your legs.”
I open up a little for him, just a little, enough to let him tease me there, over the material covering my slit. My breath hitches as he caresses me.
Nico leans in, and his voice is a low rumble against my throat. “I love watching your face when I do that.”
“Nico…”
“Close your eyes and relax. Forget everything else for a fucking minute and let me do this for you.”
I don’t have any choice when he talks to me like this.
All day I’m stressed. And now, it’s compounded times three. Work, the wedding, and now a baby on the way, with no idea how I’m going to break the news to everyone.
But none of that matters. Nico wants me to empty my head for him. He wants me to let him take charge. To let him take care of me.
As he slips his big, rough fingers inside my panties, he does just that.
Seven
Nico
My pretty Becca opens up for me so sweetly. Every time.
Her slick folds soak my fingers as I work her over. Stroking, caressing, watching her face relax. Reveling in the knowledge that this is what I can do. I can’t make any wedding decisions, but I can make her stop thinking about bullshit—specifically, her Mama’s bullshit—for a few minutes.
I can let her take out her stress on me.
Becca closes her eyes and moans as I stroke one finger inside her warmth.
I know the noises we’re making cause her cheeks to blush, even after so many years together. I love that about her. Every time I get greedy and search her out, sink into her warm cunt, she’s somehow astonished. It reminds me of our first time, and it’s fucking hot as hell.
I sink in a second finger.
She gasps my name.
