He palms my cheeks, staring deeply into my eyes. “I’ve missed you so much, Faith. You’re even more beautiful than I remembered.”
The baby news hangs heavy over my head, but I can see the exhaustion in his face. I’ve already ambushed him with the wrong timing once. This time, I promise myself I’ll wait for him to bring up the subject.
He dips his head, tasting my lips, and wrapping his armsaround me. “Fuck, you feel so good in my arms. I’ve needed you so bad these last two weeks.”
I press into his kiss, letting his lips and tongue work their magic until my head’s spinning, and I can’t catch my breath.
Pulling back, he says, “I love you, Faith Jenkins. I should’ve told you that before I left, but I didn’t want to scare you.”
Tears fill my eyes as I whisper, “I love you, Trav. So much.”
I want to apologize for how I told him about our baby. Every part of me aches to see his face, to know in person how he’s reacting to the news. But I’m bound and determined to let this unfold the way he wants it to. I don’t have to wait long.
He levels his eyes at me, asking in a steady voice, “Now, about that news you shared with me during the roll. Are you sure?”
It’s a fair question as I realize I’ve had a lot more time to process the situation than he has. There’s only so much reflection you can do while digging line for you and your crew’s lives.
“I’ve taken five pregnancy tests, and they’ve all been positive.”
He runs a hand through his buzzed hair, taking everything in. So many emotions hit him at once, I can’t begin to read his reaction. “Shit, Faith.” He catches himself, raising a hand. “I swore I wasn’t going to say that twice. I’m just trying to grasp this all. It’s pretty fucking life-changing, you know.”
“Yes, it is,” I reply, searching his face.
“I want to say the right thing, but I’m still kind of speechless over the whole thing.” He smiles at me hesitantly. “But I don’t want you to doubt for one minute how much I want you and our baby. When you asked me if the baby was unwanted, it broke my heart. I was an unwanted pregnancy, and I suffered for it until coming to Rough & Readyat five. Yes, the timing’s a little surprising, but our baby will always be wanted.”
Putting my hand on his soft, freshly shaved cheek, I smile as tears fill my eyes. “I’m sorry I said that. My words were careless, and I wasn’t thinking things through. I know you better than that, anyway.”
He smiles softly. “Words have gotten both of us in trouble in the past, but it’s okay. I just wanted you to know why I reacted the way I did on the phone.”
He wipes tears from my cheeks, kissing me again. “It kind of doesn’t feel real to me. How are you feeling? Have you had morning sickness or anything?”
“Nothing at all. Just a missed period.”
He kneels down in front of me, palming my stomach and placing kisses on it. Then, looking up at me, he asks, “Will you move in with me? Will you marry me? I can’t stand being apart from you any longer. I know I’m moving fast, but between fire season and the baby, it seems like maybe we should speed things up a bit. What do you think?”
Kneeling down in front of him, I wrap my arms around him, gazing into his warm, loving eyes. “Yes, to everything, Travis.”
He pulls me in for a tender kiss. With ear-to-ear grins on both of our faces, he helps me back up. Grabbing the to-go bag he sets it on the counter before leading me by the hand towards his bedroom.
Looking over his shoulder, he says in low tones, “Dinner can wait. I need you so fucking bad.”
The shades are drawn in his bedroom but thin strands of light shine through places where the curtains bunch, letting in the perfect amount of light for me to admire his hard, muscular body as he undresses.
I do the same, and he catches me in my pink lace panties and bra, pressing himself tightly against me. I swallow loudly,feeling his steel-hard rod. “I need you, too, Travis.” My voice trembles.
Pushing me gently back onto the corner of the bed, he pulls me forward by my hips so that my pussy sits right on the corner. I’ve still got my bra and panties on, and he kneels in front of me, putting my legs over his shoulders as he pulls the lace back with one hand, diving into the silky heat of my pussy.
I exhale sharply as he takes my clit in his mouth, alternating between sucking and licking until the room spins around me. His finger finds the bundle of nerves near the front of my pussy, sending me into instant waves of ecstasy. My back arches, and my hips crash into him as the overwhelming need for release melts into sheer bliss.
He stands, his eyes dark with desire as he licks the fingers he pleasured me with. Leaning down over me, he takes my breast in his mouth, teasing me through the lace. My breath comes in hot pants as he moves from one nipple to the other, fondling me until I can barely breathe.
“You taste better than a Reese’s,” he says with a grin, sucking my nipples through the lace until my pussy is dripping again.
Sliding a finger inside me, he says, “Fuck, you’re so ready for me.” I nod my head in agreement. “Hand me that pillow,” he commands, and my core tightens as I wonder what it’s for.
He puts it under my butt, raising my hips to the level of his cock, and I watch as he rests my feet on his muscular chest before grabbing my hips and sinking his thick cock slowly into me. I savor every inch, trembling as he claims and fills me.
“This right here makes the last two weeks worth it. Fuck, I love the feel of your perfect little pussy.” The position undoes me as he plows over and over into my G-spot, and I scream, my tight channel clenching his cock greedily before he loses himself in me with a full-throated scream. It takes us a fewminutes to catch our breaths, and he finally sets me down, leaning over me for a tender kiss.
