Page 103 of Tragic (Lark Cove 3)

My sexual frustration was about to send me over the edge of sanity.

The movie on the screen was an action movie, but the hero was kissing the heroine. It was long and hot and the camera zoomed in on their locked lips. The hero’s cheeks were hollowed—his costar was definitely getting the good tongue. My core pulsed as I watched the scene, and I squirmed, squeezing my thighs together in an attempt to relieve some ache.

This happened every night.

Kaine and I would sit side by side on the couch. The heat from his bulky arm warmed the skin on my side. His scent surrounded me, seeped into the blanket I kept draped over my lap. And his hard thighs would occasionally bump up against mine.

On the screen, the hero was stripping off the heroine’s clothes. God, I wanted to be stripped naked. I wanted to feel Kaine’s hands run up and down my skin while he fucked me hard.

One thought about his cock filling me up and I groaned, shifting again on the couch.

I hoped Kaine would think I was uncomfortable and not combustible. What would he do if he knew I was thinking about sex? Would he want me again?

Now that I was in the middle of my second trimester, there was no mistaking I was pregnant. Nothing about me was attractive at the moment, and as much as I wanted to beg Kaine for just one night, I didn’t want a pity fuck.

Liar. I’d take anything at this point to take the edge off.

I didn’t feel all that sexy right now. My belly had taken on a life of its own. My old clothes didn’t fit, and I’d embraced the stretch of maternity pants with a vengeance. Stretch marks were happening, no matter how much cocoa butter I rubbed on at night.

I still felt beautiful, but a different kind of beautiful. Pregnancy, becoming a mother and creating a life was a beautiful act. But standing in front of the mirror was a shock each morning. Every day there were new changes, and it was an adjustment to take them in. Just when I’d gotten used to the larger breasts and widening hips, something new would pop up.

I wanted something—or someone—to make me feel desired. I wanted to be reminded of what it had felt like when Kaine couldn’t keep his hands off me. I missed his hands digging into my curves, worshipping them as his mouth kissed across my bare skin and his cock split me in two.

My face flushed, the throbbing in my center getting worse. I desperately needed an orgasm.

“Ugh,” I groaned again, recrossing my legs the other way.

The couple on the television were naked now, sandwiched together underneath a flimsy sheet. The heat in the room was sweltering, so I whipped the blanket off my lap, fanning my face.

My eyes zeroed in on the coffee table to avoid the screen. Kaine’s bare feet were propped up on the edge. They were long, not unlike his cock.

Seriously? My thoughts were taking on a life of their own. The frustration was suffocating me, so I shoved a fist in the couch cushion to propel myself up.

“Do you need something?” Kaine asked, his hand coming to my elbow to help me.

“I—” My god. The sexiest man alive was sitting on my couch. Sitting beside him meant I’d only gotten a sliver of the view. Now I had the whole thing and it only made the tension coil tighter.

“I, what?”

“I-I need you to have sex with me.” My hand flew to my mouth as my eyes bugged out. Shit. I actually said that.

How many times had I heard girlfriends talk about pregnancy brain? I’d been skeptical. But now I knew it wasn’t just an urban legend. The babies were sucking the intelligence right out of me.

“Sorry.” I covered my scarlet face with my hands and peeked between the slats of my fingers.

Kaine reached for the remote, shutting off the television as he stood. Then he tossed it aside before grabbing my hand and pulling me down the hallway. His simple gray sweatpants only did good things to the globes of his ass.

“What are you doing?” I asked, tearing my eyes away from his backside.

He shot a grin over his shoulder. “Having sex with you.”

“What? No!” My feet stopped, and I pulled my hand free. There were moments in my life when I wish I had a rewind button. This was one of them. If I could only go back a minute, I’d keep my butt on the couch and forget all about propositioning Kaine for sex.

“I thought you wanted me to have sex with you.”

“Not like this.” I shook my head. “I’m just . . . it’s the hormones. I’m horny. But I don’t want you to have sex with me because you’re on a mission to appease my every whim.”

“Piper.” He tucked a lock of hair behind my ear. “I’m going to fuck you because I’ve been desperate to be inside of you since the last time. I’m going to fuck you because you’re more beautiful now than you’ve ever been. And because sitting next to you on the couch, trying to hide a hard-on, is getting really old.”