He wiggled his brows. "Less fighting, more f.u.c.king."

"Is that your motto?"

"I think it's gonna have to be now."

I shivered.

"You cold, baby?"

My teeth chattered. "A little."

His mouth curved into a crooked smile. "You want me to warm you up?"

Everything was still, except for the sound of the car running.

My lips parted as my visible breath met his in the cold air.

"Yeah, I do."

His gaze travelled slowly downward and up again. The look on his face was a bit devious, and his eyes turned deliciously dark.

I knew that look.

That was the exact look he gave me when he was about to f.u.c.k me, no matter the time nor place. It was why he hadn't moved the car yet. My entire body quivered in antic.i.p.ation once it hit me where this was going. I felt myself getting wet as he continued to give me the look.

He licked slowly across his bottom lip. Jesus. Nine years. Nine years, and that tongue ring still drove me wild.

The muscles in between my legs tightened, and more wetness pooled there. These hormones had me in a frenzy.

"Take off your boots."

I slipped the Uggs off, leaving my black leggings.

"What if someone sees us?"

Jake unbuckled his belt. "Honestly, I don't really give a s.h.i.t. I hope they enjoy the show. I need you now. We can try to be discreet."

He unzipped his jeans, and his beautiful thick shaft stood at full attention.

Wetting my lips, I said, "That doesn't look very discreet to me." I couldn't help leaning over, slowly and teasingly licking his wet crown. I loved his taste.

He pushed back against the headrest and hissed, "Stop. Seriously...stop."

I listened, sensing he'd lose it if I didn't.

He slid his seat back as far as it would go and tugged at my leggings. "Take those off and come sit on me."

I pulled them off, tossing them inside out and climbed on top off him. Keeping my knees bent, I wrapped my legs around his waist. I unzipped his jacket and slipped my hands under his shirt. The skin beneath was surprisingly warm as I rubbed over his solid chest. He made an unintelligible sound as I started to nibble on his neck. Then, he grabbed my chin and pulled me toward him into a ravenous kiss, swirling his tongue ring along the inside of my mouth while he moaned down my throat.

He wouldn't enter me yet. I was so frustratingly turned on, soaking wet and pulsating with need as he squeezed my hips while I grinded against his slick length. His b.a.l.l.s felt hot underneath my a.s.s. The need to have him inside of me was intolerable.

The heat of his breath warmed my entire body as our lips stayed locked.

When he broke the kiss, his breathing was ragged. "I don't think you've ever been this wet for me. You're more than ready, aren't you?"

Unable to wait any longer, I positioned myself over him and bore down hard as he sunk into me.

"f.u.c.k, Nina. Ahhh," he moaned with his eyes shut tightly. Positioning his hands firmly around my a.s.s, he moved my body over his c.o.c.k as he buried himself as deeply inside of me as he could go. "This was exactly what I needed," he growled. "G.o.d, your p.u.s.s.y is so wet. What's up with you tonight? I wish I could f.u.c.k you forever like this. It feels...so...amazing."

"I'm really sensitive. This feels almost too good. Is that possible?"

"f.u.c.k, no. No such thing," he said, thrusting into me harder.

I loved the deep connection of locking eyes with his as we f.u.c.ked. When Jake looked up at me as I rode him, it felt like I'd gotten completely lost in him. It seemed like he was staring deep into my soul when he said, "This. This right here. Makes it all worth it. I love you, my angel."

"I love you."

He dug his fingers into my hair and fisted it. "I'm gonna come so hard right now, Nina."

"Give me everything. I'm coming, too."

Jake groaned so loudly, I could have sworn the windows of the Mustang shook.

We were still gasping for air, coming down from our high. Wrapping his hand around the back of my neck, he continued to look at me like I was the only thing that mattered to him.

I knew that was the moment.

I smiled down at him as my heart leapt for joy. "I'm pregnant."

His eyes widened. "What?"

My mouth was shaky as I repeated, "I'm pregnant."

Still inside of me, he straightened up a bit. "I...I saw the empty box in the trash. I a.s.sumed you were upset because it was negative. Oh my G.o.d. You're..." He covered his mouth with both hands. "Holy s.h.i.t."

"My hormones have been making me crazy. If anything, that was the reason I left. I took the test shortly before you told me you weren't coming home. I had been waiting for you to get back so I could tell you."

His eyes were watering. "This is really happening?"

"Yes. It's real. We're gonna have a baby."

"You've just made me the happiest man in the world." Jake held me close, burying his face in my chest. "I'll never forget this moment. What started as one of the scariest days of my life ended up being one of the best."

We waited a couple of weeks to tell our son about the pregnancy. A.J. jumped up and down in excitement when we broke the news to him that he was going to be a big brother. He'd stopped asking for a sibling a couple of years back when I explained to him that G.o.d decides when to give someone a child, and that Momma and Daddy had no control over it.

A few weeks after we told him about the baby, we were sitting around the table for lunch one Sunday afternoon when our son hit us with an interrogation we weren't ready for.

I'd been making him a plate when his first question startled me. "You said G.o.d put the baby in your stomach?"

"That's right."

"So, does that mean G.o.d put a baby into Mr. Heath next door?"

Jake spit out his drink then answered, "No. Mr. Heath just drinks too much beer."

"Oh."

"Only women can have babies in their bellies," I said.

"Why? I don't get it. Why does G.o.d only give them to women?"

"That's a good question."

"Aidan from school said you lied to me about how babies are made."

Jake's fork dropped. Looking like he was going to lose it, he downed his water to keep from cracking up.

"What exactly did Aidan tell you?" I asked.

"He told me Daddy plants a seed in you and waters it. And that makes a baby. Kind of like a Chia pet."

"Oh."

Jake's shoulders shook in silent laughter.

A perplexed look washed across A.J.'s face. "But how does he do it? Plant the seed. I don't get it. That sounds kind of difficult."

Thoroughly amused, my husband's face lit up. "It's a lot of hard work, son."

A.J. looked back and forth between the two of us, his spiked Mohawk sticking up in the air. "So, Daddy does all the work?"

Jake shrugged his shoulders. "I don't mind."

Crumpling a napkin, I threw it at him jokingly.

"When did you do it?" A.J. asked.

My face must have been a deep shade of pink. I was at a total loss for words and just let Jake take over the conversation, which turned out to be a mistake.

"I've planted and watered several hundred, actually. Technically, we should have a ma.s.sive crop."

"Can I watch next time you plant one?"

My eyes were bugging out as I threw my fork down. "Okay. I think we're done with this conversation. After lunch, Daddy is going to take you for a walk to the bookstore. They have a book there that will explain exactly how babies are made."

Jake flashed me a s.h.i.t-eating grin. Even when I wanted to kill him, I loved him so much.

CHAPTER 22.

JAKE.

Seven Months Later It was hard as a rock, looking ready to burst and always moved when it got excited.

There was nothing better than time alone with Nina's gigantic belly while she slept. It was like a beach ball wrapped in silk.

Dim sunlight peeked through the heavy sliding curtains in our room. We were at a hotel in New Hampshire on a babymoon and were scheduled to head back to Boston early this evening.

Nina was sleeping soundly through the noise of the rickety air conditioner. She was eight months along now. We'd decided to let the gender of our baby be a surprise. I was sure it was a girl. Nina and A.J. thought it was a boy. It didn't matter to me as long as it was healthy.

My sister had taken A.J. for the weekend so that Nina and I could have one night away before the big arrival next month. Since the pregnancy with A.J. had been problematic, resulting in a C-section, Nina's doctors scheduled her for another one this time around just to be on the safe side.

"h.e.l.lo, my little alien," I whispered against Nina's belly as the baby did what looked like slow breakdancing. It was impossible to resist softly kissing the taut skin whenever it moved. It was just the two of us up now, after all, while Nina snored.

"You're a morning person like Daddy, eh? Well, your brother and Mommy like to sleep in. So, when you come out, maybe we can watch the sunrise together sometime. Would you like that?" I ran my lips along the smooth skin of her stomach again. "It's probably pretty dark in there right now, huh?"

"Hmmm." Nina stirred before rolling over toward me and asked in a sleepy voice, "Who are you talking to?"

"The little alien. We hang out sometimes when you're sleeping."

"Who?"

"Our kid. She was showing me her moves."

Nina flashed a joyful smile. "She, huh?" Her mood seemed to quickly shift. "Oh my G.o.d."

"What?"

"Jake, I'm so wet."

"Giddy up."

"No!" she said, jumping up and patting the sheets. "Not that kind of wet. Feel."

The sheets were damp, the spot right under her completely soaked.

"s.h.i.t."

"I think my water broke! Oh no. No, no, no. This is not good."