I turn back to the mirror. Maybe it’s too much, too much boob, too much bump.
Jackson prowls towards me, appearing behind me in the mirror, recreating our position from mere hours ago…though this time we’re both fully dressed.
“Rosie,” he growls in my ear as he curls his arms around me, his hands exploring the dress under my jacket. “Let’s cancel dinner and skip straight to dessert.”
The laugh under my breath is swallowed by the look in his eyes as he catches mine in the mirror. After he literally fucked my brains out, I had the easiest nap of my life, something that’s proven more difficult the further along in mypregnancy I get. My thighs clench together as I remember the words he whispered in my ear. I almost couldn’t believe he’d remembered meeting me at Cassie’s concert. I remember him winking at me, remember him glancing at me, but I’d convinced myself that he was just being friendly.
His hands appear from underneath the jacket, traveling across my waist and gently tracing against my breasts. I shiver as he gently brushes a sensitive nipple before his fingertips trace the collar of the dress. My chest rises and falls as my head falls onto his chest, allowing his fingers to find the sensitive skin of my neck. He clasps my jaw with his, bringing my face closer to his.
“You’re so beautiful, pretty girl,” he breathes against my lips, brushing a strand of hair away from my face. The nickname started casually, a tease because I told him to stop, but the more he says it the more it becomes second nature to hear it. Standing in front of my brand new mirror, cheeks still rosy from multiple orgasms and wearing a beautiful dress, I actuallyfeelpretty.
I lean up, gently tilting my head until my mouth brushes his. “Let’s cancel.”
“Rosie, Jackson, the car’s here!” Anya calls from downstairs.
We freeze. “This is how it’s going to be isn’t it?” I say, wryly. “When we’re parents.”
Jackson clasps my neck, his nose exploring my face as if he’s inhaling my scent.
“I’ll always make sure there’s time to kiss you properly,” he says before catching my lips with his.
“Come on,” I say, pulling away and tugging at his hand. “Let’s get this over with.”
The car is a plush SUV, with tinted windows and enough space for all four of us to crowd in the back. Dannyand Anya slide into the back seats, leaving the middle for me and Jackson.
Anya leans forward, wrapping her arms around me from behind. “You ready for this?”
I clasp her forearm and shoot her what I hope is a reassuring smile. “I guess so.”
“Freckles, please put your seat belt back on.”
The first time I attended an official outing with this group, I concentrated so hard on not tripping over my own feet that the thirty second walk from the car to the door felt like walking a tightrope.
Although, that time, the attention was all on the actual celebrities we were with, and no one cared about me.
Still, it was an adrenaline pumping nightmare that took a solid fifteen minutes to get my heart rate to calm down afterwards.
A hand appears on my thigh and I follow the strong forearm until I reach Jackson’s black shirt. He’s rolled the sleeves up, leaving the collar unbuttoned and his hair loose around his shoulders. I shift in my seat, my thighs clenching. I willnotget horny in an SUV with my friends before facing a crowd of paparazzi.
His hand curves around my bare thigh, his pinky finger rubbing small circles on my sensitive skin.
I clasp his hand in mine, stopping his movements. I take a steadying breath as he quietly chuckles beside me.
Dick.
“We’re here,” the security guard says from the front seat.
“You good, pretty girl?” Jackson asks quietly.
I nod my head.
Jackson waits until the car pulls to a halt before sliding the door open. He closes it behind him, muting the flashing lights and shouts from outside. The car is quiet for a fewseconds before my door is pulled open and Jackson appears with a hand outstretched and a reassuring grin on his face.
I take a deep breath and step out of the car, careful to keep my legs crossed so I don’t accidentally flash any of the dozen cameras waiting outside.
“I got you,” Jackson whispers in my ear as his arm comes around me.
“Jackson, when is she due?”
