Charming as Puck(83)

There was no one else I’d wanted to celebrate with.

She flexes her hips to take me deeper. “I’d never come so hard,” she whispers breathlessly, tilting again as I pull back and then fill her once more.

“Your pussy is so soaked for me.”

“I was watching you play and touching myself.”

My nuts tighten more and my next thrust is harder. Her breasts are pressed between us, and I want to lick them. “Did you have your fingers in your pussy?” I ask.

“So deep inside,” she whispers.

“This deep?” I slam into her.

“Deeper.”

My dick’s turning to iron at the image of her masturbating. “Fuck, Kami.”

“When you blocked that last shot—oh, god, yes.” Her head drops back as I drive deeper and deeper into her, faster and faster, and one eyeball drifts toward her nose. “Your face—so hot—wanted—jump you—kiss you—fuck you—yes, Nick, YES!”

Her pussy clamps hot and hard around me, and I roar her name as I come with her, falling over the edge into the perfect heaven of her body, everything fading to blackness except her eyes glittering as she watches me watching her come. Her lips are parted and quivering, her breath ragged and uneven, her eyes barely focused while her pussy squeezes and squeezes and squeezes me, making me come so hard even my toes are shaking.

Kami drops her head to my shoulder. “I missed you,” she whispers again.

I pull her close to carry her to the couch when I realize what I did, and my entire body clenches.

“Nick?”

“Oh, fuck, Kami—I forgot—I didn’t—”

Her eyes widen as she seems to understand what I’m trying to say. “You—oh.” She goes pale. “I should’ve—”

But she breaks off, and I realize she’s not saying what she’s supposed to say.

That it’s okay.

That she’s on the pill or something.

She was always on the pill. She told me so.

“I—quit—when I—we—broke up.”

She’s so pale, but a warm fuzziness starts in my chest, and as she blinks quickly against the sheen coming to her eyes, I wrap her in a tight hug, because it’s okay. It’s okay. “It’s okay,” I tell her.

“I didn’t—” she starts again, but I squeeze her tighter, because fuck.

Kami, carrying my baby?

That’s not a terrifying thought at all.

Not to me.

I don’t know how she’d feel about raising two kids—both a baby and me—but there’s a goofy grin spreading over my face, and fucking hell, why did this scare the shit out of me for so long?

“I—so sorry.” Her voice cracks, and if I thought I could hug her harder without cracking a rib, I would.

“Shh,” I murmur into her hair. “Everything’s okay.”

I carry her upstairs and tuck us both into her bed, pulling her close while she burrows into me.

“I know this isn’t what you wanted,” she whispers in the darkness.

“You’re what I want. Every day. All day. No matter what.”

“Nick,” she whispers.

Like I’m the one who’s special. Like I’m the one who brightens her world. Like I matter.

Doesn’t she know I’ll never be half the person she is?

Or has she started figuring it out, and now she’s having second thoughts about wanting a future with me?

No, she missed me.

She said so. And Kami doesn’t lie.

Not well, anyway.

But she’s still trembling as her breath evens out, and I can’t help but wonder—has she finally realized just how much trouble I am?

Does she even want to carry my baby?

That’s it.

No more fucking around for me.

I’m getting my life in order, and I’m going to prove to the entire world that I can be everything she always wanted me to be.





Forty-Three





Kami



Nick’s gone when my dogs wake me up, but he left a note.

Kami –

Had to go take care of Sugarbear. Finalizing plans for her new home THIS WEEK. Promise. Fucking complicated. Don’t know why you did this for us for so long.

Miss you already. See you tonight.

XO,

That sexy stranger you banged behind the shed last night I’m smiling and shaking my head at his signature line when I realize the note isn’t all he left.

There are certificates for popcorn, hot dogs, and drinks at the arena tonight, because of course there are.

Nick’s not nearly as oblivious to the little things as people think he is.

I’m still smiling over breakfast and contemplating who I should ask to be Muffy’s date while my dogs tumble together in the living room when my phone dings with three incoming text messages.

Felicity: Kami, are all four of your tickets claimed tonight? Mom’s making “I want to get to know Kami better” noises. Like she doesn’t already love you. I think she wants to suck up for ruining…that thing I’m not thinking about.

Muffy: She’s bringing me and her mom and a date.

Maren: If I were you, I’d take Felicity’s mom.