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“Channing,” she moans as she lets go of my lips. I trail kisses to her jaw and neck, biting, sucking, and licking. Her hands move to the front of my dress pants, fumbling with the belt buckle. My focus moves to her nipple as my tongue licks and nips the pink bud into an erect peak, when I feel her hand grip and tighten around my cock, eliciting a moan from both of us.
“Cassidy,” I hiss out as her hand moves up and down, jerking my cock.
“Channing.” She moves her hands to my chest, pushing aggressively so my back is flush against the couch as she straddles me. Her hands brush my hair from my face before she crushes her mouth to mine again, grinding her pussy on my cock.
“Fuck,” I mumble under my breath as I squeeze my eyes shut in hopes to rein in some control. “Cassie—” I say, gripping her chin to look at me. “I didn’t come here for that. I came to apologize.”
“So, you don’t want me. Us,” she says quickly, moving back to her spot.
Shit. The look of terror on her face has me pulling her back to me before she tries to push me away. Again. “No—I mean yes, I want you both. I just think we should go slow. Take a few days to get back to us. Plus, I don’t want to hurt the baby.”
“People have sex all the time while pregnant, Channing. You’re not going to hurt the baby.”
“Yeah, well, I’d rather take my chances,” I say, smiling at her. “I want this, Cass. I want all of it with you. I just don’t want you to think that this—” I say, gesturing to my boner that has yet to go down. “Is all I want from you.”
“So, slow as in date each other and not just the sex portion.”
“Yes.”
She presses her lips into a line, nodding slowly. “Okay.”
“Okay,” I repeat with a smile tugging at the ends of my mouth. “So, what do you say we go out on Friday? We get in Thursday night late from Toronto, so I have off the next day.”
“Or—” she says, lifting my arm and placing it around her shoulder, allowing her to snuggle into my side. “You could come with me to my OB appointment and ultrasound. I’m supposed to find out the gender of the baby on Friday. Then we could go furniture shopping. I should start getting the nursery together.”
A sense of excitement and nervousness recoils through me. Now, I can’t wait for Friday.
“Are you sure you want to know the gender? I mean, I’m okay with waiting,” she says to me as we walk toward the clinic for her ultrasound.
This past week’s road trip has gone quick yet long. Winning two out of three games, I can’t wait to get home the moment the plane lands back in Seattle. The anticipation of seeing Cassidy again has distracted me all week. Well, that and the fact she has been sending me videos of her belly as our baby has been kicking and moving all over the place.
Our baby.
My baby.
I can’t believe I actually get to say it this time and it be real. With Cassidy nonetheless. I can’t believe she thought I wouldn’t want her or the baby after she told me. I’ve wanted her for so long; even when I told her I couldn’t be with her after our first hookup, I still wanted her.
“Yes,” I say, as we reach the door to the clinic. “And you’re not going to convince me otherwise.”
I place a gentle kiss to her forehead before opening the door for her. We check in at the front desk, where the registrar couldn’t stop staring at me. We take our seat in the waiting room. My knee bobs up and down the entire time as our appointment time gets closer.
“Reynolds,” the medical assistant calls out to us before instructing us to follow her down the hall.
She has Cassidy stand on the scale, taking her weight before having her enter the exam room. She takes a seat on the exam table while the medical assistant hooks her up to a blood pressure cuff, while she asks questions that I guess are standard when it comes to this type of thing.
A short while later, there’s a knock at the door. A male doctor looking like Mark Sloan from Grey’s Anatomy pops his head in, and I’m immediately on guard. “Cassidy, so good to see you today. Who do you have with you today?”
“Dr. Brown, this is Channing Halloway. You may know him from the Skipjacks.”
“Ah yes,” he says, extending his hand toward me. “Mark Brown, nice to meet you. Heard all about your team, however, can’t say I’ve watched them much.”
I narrow my eyes at him as I reach out and shake his hand. He flashes a cocky smirk my way before turning his attention back to Cassidy, and I can’t help the tensing of my jaw.
“So, we get to find out the gender today. Are you ready for that?” he says, placing his hand on Cassidy’s knee.
I’m two seconds away from snapping and knocking the guy’s lights out when Cassidy shifts, causing him to pull his hands away. “Yes. We both are super excited to find out if we’re having a little figure skater or peewee hockey player.”
“Right,” he says, moving through his exam; the flirtatious smile he had been flashing her way is completely gone. “Well, everything from your blood pressure to your weight is right on target. Let me just step out and grab the ultrasound tech so we can get your anatomy scan completed.”
