Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 15704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)
Harbor: I’m going out shopping with Cecily and Athena, and we’re going to get pedicures, too.
Elliot: Be careful. Stay hydrated. Rest. I love you.
Harbor: I love you too, and I will. Promise.
Elliot: *kiss emoji*
A soft moan crawled up my throat as familiar, rough palms slid over my belly before sliding down to my hips and then gliding over the globe of my ass. Then, Elliot’s tongue probed between my thighs, and I whimpered.
“Hey, baby,” he rasped before he dove back in. I was lying on my side, and I’d crawled into bed naked after coming back from spending the day out since it was more comfortable to sleep that way. And my man was taking full advantage of it. Just like he always did.
“That feels so good,” I moaned, my eyes sliding shut again.
The sound of his hand sliding over his slick cock had my eyes slitting open again, and I looked down the mattress at him. He was on his knees, one elbow bracing him up, his other hand working his thick cock as he ate me out. My abdominal muscles tightened at the sight. “Oh, fuck,” I groaned. “That’s hot, El.”
“Wish I could slide inside of you right now,” he rasped.
The doctor was worried about us having sex right now, so close to my due date. Our baby boy was already sitting extremely low, and it wouldn’t take much for me to lose my mucous plug. On top of that, my Braxton Hicks contractions were already growing increasingly stronger.
Dr. Lively wanted me to take it as easy as possible, though she hadn’t taken orgasms completely off the table.
“I wish you could, too,” I whimpered. “I miss the feel of you.”
“Fuuuck,” he growled, his tongue working me faster. “I need you to come, Har. Come on my face, baby. Please,” he begged.
His begging sent me tumbling over the edge, and I cried out as I fell apart, my mind blitzing out as pure pleasure slid through my veins, sinking me into the mattress. Elliot groaned my name and spilled into his hand.
Then, like the caveman he was, he slid it over my body, smothering my tits in his cum before smearing it between my legs, making an absolute mess of me.
I didn’t even care.
“I’ll help you out of bed to get another shower in a little bit,” he mumbled, curling up behind me and wrapping his arm beneath my breasts. He brushed his thumb over my nipple, and I shivered. “Did you have a good day?”
I nodded. “It was great,” I told him. I yawned. “So tired though. But I need to eat.”
Elliot hummed and pressed a kiss to the back of my neck just as our little one nudged my belly. Elliot brushed his hand over that spot, making my chest clench. “I’ll order food as soon as we get out of the shower. Sound good? And I’ll have one of the guys bring it out here.”
“They won’t mind?”
Elliot snorted. “They’ve been bugging the shit out of me about how you’re doing, so I highly fuckin’ doubt it. It’s more likely they’ll fight over who gets to come out here.”
I smiled, my eyes still closed as I relished his hand moving over my cum-covered skin. “Your brothers are obsessed with babies.”
He snickered. “They love being uncles. Even Seb.” He kissed my shoulder. “Come on. Let’s get a shower, and then we can veg out on the couch.”
I pushed myself into a sitting position as he slid out of bed. He grabbed my hands and helped me off the mattress once I slid to the edge. “Sounds as good of a plan as any to me.”
He kissed me, and I sank into his hold, my fingertips tracing his bare stomach. It was still flat and hairy, just how I fucking liked it. Honestly, I couldn’t wait for him to put on a little more weight and start getting a dad bod.
I had a serious thing for men with dad bods. And Elliot? He starred in all of my fantasies.
“I can’t wait for you to have a dad bod,” I blurted. That was another thing that’d changed with my body. That filter between my brain and my mouth? Nearly nonexistent.
He snickered and led me to the bathroom. “Is that what you want, baby? For me to have a bit of a gut and a hairy chest and stomach while holding our baby?”