The Rules of Dating My Best Friend's Sister(114)

His brows quirked. “Mesting?”

“Male nesting. There’s something so seductive about a man doing physical labor to get ready for the arrival of his child. Would it be weird if I asked you to take off your shirt, bang on your chest, and say, ‘Me, Tarzan. You, Jane’?”

Holden peeled the work gloves from his hands. “How about I bang something else instead?”

I giggled. I was insatiable lately. I couldn’t get enough of this man, especially since he’d started breaking down the wall between his apartment and my old one last week, after I finally moved back to New York for good. It was such a turn-on to watch him swing a sledgehammer and saw through wall framing to make room for our growing family. Who knew?

Holden stalked over to me and wrapped his arms around my waist. “You do realize, I’m going to have to keep you knocked up since you’re a little nympho when you’re pregnant.”

“It’s okay. I want to have lots of your babies.”

“We’re going to have to be quick this time. I need to take a shower to clean off before I touch you, and then we have your twelve-week OB appointment in an hour, too.”

“Take a shower before you touch me? No way. I want you sweaty.”

Holden chuckled. He leaned down and scooped me off my feet and into his arms. “Your wish is my command, sweetheart.”

In the bedroom, we stripped out of our clothes and fell to the bed, tangled in a kiss. We’d started our day with slow and sweet early this morning, and I wanted it hard and fast now. So I wiggled out from beneath him and climbed up on all fours. Holden didn’t need any prompting. He knelt behind me and reached down between my legs to test the waters. Finding me ready, he groaned. “I love how wet you are before I even touch you.”

“No time for foreplay,” I breathed. “I need you inside of me now.”

No matter how wet and ready I was, Holden was always a tight squeeze. He nudged the head of his cock inside, and my inner muscles clamped around every glorious inch of him as he eased in. When his hips were flush against my ass, his body started to shake. He pulled halfway out with another groan.

“I love to watch your face when I’m inside you. But this view is pretty damn spectacular, too.” He eased a few more inches out and pushed back in, painstakingly slowly. “Jesus Christ, I could watch this forever.”

Holden found his rhythm, gliding in and out at first, then speeding up and powering deep and hard. He folded his body over my back and reached around to massage my clit.

“Come for me, sweetheart, so I can fill this sweet pussy up.”

The mix of dirty and sweet detonated the climax that had been building, and my orgasm rushed over me. I moaned through every second of it. After, I felt like a puddle of mush, and it was difficult to hold my weight up as Holden finally took his turn. His fingers dug into my shoulders, and his hips powered against me in a long release. I felt aftershocks pulse through our joined bodies for a long time when he was done. Both drained, he turned us so we collapsed on our sides rather than our stomachs. I smiled to myself, knowing that was Holden being protective of the baby.

He kissed my shoulder from behind. “I have a dumb question, one I should probably know the answer to.”

“What?”

“How long can my swimmers live inside you?”

I turned over to face him. “Sperm can survive in the female reproductive tract for up to five days. Why do you ask?”

He grinned. “You know how many times I’ve filled you up over the last five days? I’m wondering if the sonogram tech is going to think she’s looking into a packed fishbowl when she does your ultrasound.”

I laughed. “Your swimmers have proven to be powerful, but I’m pretty sure they’re still microscopic. But speaking of the ultrasound, you better jump in the shower so we’re not late. I’ll go in after you.”

“Why don’t we save time, take one together?”

“Because we’ll never get out of here.”

“I can be good. I mean, we’ve had sex three times already today. I can probably keep my hands to myself for an hour or two.”

I shoved Holden off the bed. “I wasn’t worried about you.”

Forty minutes later, we were at the obstetrician’s office. Dr. Resnick did a quick exam and then a technician came in, rolling a machine with her. I was suddenly as nervous as I was excited. She set everything up, then pulled a condom over the wand and squirted lube on my belly.

Holden stood beside me, holding my hand so tightly. He looked as nervous as I felt.

The technician rolled the wand around, and a loud heartbeat echoed through the room. She fiddled with some knobs. “Strong heartbeat. Running a hundred and forty-eight beats per minute.”

Holden squeezed my hand. “Does everything look good?”

“I’m just going to take some measurements, and then I’ll give you an anatomy tour. But so far everything looks perfect.”

“Thank you for saying that,” I said. “Because I think I might be losing the circulation in my fingers.” I looked over at Holden, who took a minute to realize what I’d meant. When it clicked, he loosened his grip.

“Shit. Sorry.”

The ultrasound tech and I shared a smile.

She spent a few minutes scanning my belly and then pressed a little harder while pointing to the screen with her other hand.