Last on the List (Wait With Me #5)(115)

She rushes over and wraps me in her arms. “I really am happy for you, Cozy. God, this is so exciting. I’m going to be an aunt!”

“Hell yes, you are!”

“What did Max say?”

“I haven’t told him yet,” I answer, biting my lip. “I only just found out this morning, and with all the wedding setup, there hasn’t been a moment to even talk to him.”

As if on cue, Max knocks on the door of the tiny house and walks in. “Everyone decent in here?”

“Yes,” I call out over Dakota’s shoulder.

Her eyes go wide, and she turns around to scurry out of the bathroom, leaving me alone to have a tiny moment of freaking the fuck out. There’s wanting a baby, and there’s being pregnant with a baby. Two very different things. I could tell a couple of weeks ago something was changing in my body because my breasts hurt like a bitch when Max groped them during sex. I screamed out in pain, which he interpreted as good pain, but it was pretty much then that I thought something was up.

I reach over and grab the pregnancy test I stashed in the mirrored cabinet and tuck it down my cleavage. Now or never, Cozy.

“Is my girl almost ready? They’re starting to seat the guests,” I hear Max ask Dakota as I step out of the bathroom.

My steps falter when I take in Max in a classic black tux. His blond hair is swept off to one side, and his chin is freshly shaved, revealing that perfect chiseled jaw of his. Total groom vibes.

“Cozy, you look stunning,” Max says, his eyes raking over my red strapless dress in a way that makes my thighs squeeze with need.

“I’ll see you guys out there,” Dakota peals and gives me a hearty thumbs-up before she slips out the door to join the guests all congregating in the white chairs placed down by the beach.

I stop beside the ladder, gripping it for balance as I buckle beneath the heated look in Max’s eyes. I know that look.

“We have a few minutes before we need to be seated,” his husky voice utters as he stalks toward me like a lion approaching its prey.

“Where’s Everly?” I ask, my nipples chafing as they stiffen under my dress at just the idea of Max’s hands on me.

“She’s helping Josh and Lynsey with Julianna.” He takes another step toward me.

I shift nervously and glance out the windows for any sign of life. “Max, people can see inside.”

“Everyone’s down by the creek,” he replies with a wicked glint in his eye. “I’ll be quick. I won’t even take your dress off.”

He backs me up against the kitchen counter, and his lips capture mine as my entire body alights with desire that’s so intense, I hear myself moaning into his mouth. I’m so weak.

Seriously, is this a pregnancy thing? Because I feel like I could come any second already.

I bite my lip and grip his shoulders harshly as his hand steals under my dress and swipes inside my panties.

“Fuck, Cozy. You’re soaked.” His voice is guttural. “How long have you been aching for me like this?”

“Oh, God,” I cry out, feeling like a live wire that will trip at any second. “Max, I need you.”

“Jesus,” he husks, his brow furrowed curiously at me as he unbuckles his pants. “I’ve never seen you like this.”

“Hurry, Max,” I beg, my tone breathless.

He grips my thighs and hoists me up on the counter before thrusting deep inside me.

“Oh, my God,” I moan into his ear, gripping the back of his neck.

“Fuck me, sweet cheeks. You feel like goddamn heaven.” He pulls out and thrusts back in, his eyes finding mine. “This is why I can’t control myself around you. You always feel so fucking good,” he says, pumping into me between each and every word.

“Max, I’m going to come,” I whimper, my head falling back against the cabinet.

“Already? Jesus, I was just warming up.” He bites his lip and rocks into me again. “Eyes on me when you do. Let me see you fall apart for my cock, sweet cheeks.”

My eyes flutter open and struggle to look at him. His brows knit together as his gaze drops down to my chest, and he freezes mid thrust.

“Max, don’t stop,” I exclaim, grabbing his ass and pulling him back inside me. “I’m so close.”

“Cassandra.” He states my name plainly, his mind clearly not on sex anymore as his eyes burn a hole in my chest.

“What?” I gasp and look down to see what he’s seeing.

The pregnancy test has worked its way out of my cleavage, and the little pregnant text is staring him right in the eye.

His indigo gaze lifts to mine. “Are you?”

“Prego?” I answer with a smile. “Yep.”

“Holy shit, really?” he asks, his eyes instantly filling with tears. I reach up and caress his smooth face. Max’s eyes often get red when he’s emotional, but I never see actual tears.

I wipe a damp trail off his cheek and nod. “Looks like we’re going to have a baby.”

He expels a garbled noise as his lips find mine, his hands touching my belly in the most reverent way I’ve ever experienced. “Oh, my God, Cozy. I’m so happy. Are you happy? This happened faster than we’d planned on.” He stares at me with wide, anxious eyes.

“I’m ecstatic, Max,” I respond with a laugh, smoothing away the worry lines on his face. “Everly’s going to be a big sister.”