“Oh my god, it was hell,” Zora sighed, straightening herself back up. I took her hand, and we began a slow meander along the wide paths. “Vicky was there.”
My shoulders slumped. When I’d left Victoria in our apartment, angry and crying, I’d assumed she’d stay. Thatshe would get busy trashing the place, removing me from every inch of it. It had never seemed like mine to begin with, and this would only solidify it.
“Was she staying there?” I asked. I still cared about her, after all. There was a reason I’d proposed to her. We might have learned we weren’t compatible, but there had once been love. I didn’t even know when it ended, but it was long before I fucked her sister.
Zora shook her head. “Nah, just came for the ambush.”
“Ambush?”
Zora sighed again, as if she was trying to push out all the negativity through her lungs. “They aren’t giving me the money. Victoria wants nothing to do with me. I’m on my own.”
I halted and turned to her, grabbing her face in my hands. Her cheeks were cool and flush, her eyes wet – hopefully windblown and not with tears. She looked up at me with such open focus, anxiety making her brow furrow. “You know sure as shit you’re not alone,” I stated, voice firm. “Don’t even go there, baby.”
Her frown softened. “You say that, but… it’s been weeks, Harry. Only weeks.” She paused, her gaze falling from mine. “I’m scared.”
Unable to resist, I kissed the top of her head again, wrapped her up in my arms. “I’m scared too. But I’m not scared of you.”
She snorted into my jacket. “That rhymed and made no sense.”
“Smartass – I’m not scared of what I’m feeling here.” I touched my chest, sappy as shit. “Or what I’m feeling here.” I rested my palm on her stomach, rubbing through the thick knit of her sweater.
She placed her hand over mine, and together we stood there, in the cold, the world moving around us, cradling her stomach, the place the bump would soon be. The home of my growing child. Our baby.
“We’ve got a long fucking road ahead, Zora, but we’ve just got to keep pushing.”
She nodded. “Keep pushing.”
“Do the next thing. Each time. Just do the next thing and eventually it’ll all fall into place.”
All of a sudden, she was kissing me, fierce and urgent, her tongue shoving into my mouth and against mine. “I need you,” she muttered. “You said all the right words, and so now I need you.”
Chuckling at her frankness, I kissed her back, enjoying the way her body pressed against me, even through all the fabric between us. Fall had hit hard today, the temperaturedropping fast and sudden, leaving us with reddened noses and frosty fingertips. Her cold hands on my neck to tug me closer to her made me shiver.
“We’ll have to go back to yours,” I said between presses of our lips.
She groaned. “No! That’s too far away. I need younow, Harry.”
“Baby…”
“My nipples are leaking milk, Harry. You know that happens whenever I get turned on now…” Her mouth moved down my neck, uncaring of the people milling about around us, playing me like a fucking fiddle.
“Ah, you’re a devil woman,” I moaned, my cock thickening in my pants in a second flat. God, her tits, her milk, I would do anything for it. Had blown up my life for it. “You’ll need to slow your roll, beautiful.”
Her hands roamed down my arms, and she pressed her chest into me, just straight up feeling me up.
“Take me somewhere. You said all the right things, Harry.” Her voice was a little thicker. “You said every word you should, and I’m so damn grateful. I just… I just need you.”
“My car,” I said. “It’s right down the block.”
The second we tumbled into my car, by no means parked in a private location, Zora’s hands were working my pants.
“We need to get out of here first,” I said with a laugh as her fingertips brushed my cock and I groaned and it pulsed. She’d spent the walk back to the car groping at me, nuzzling into me and muttering about all the things she wanted to do. I was fucking ready to bury myself inside her.
“Drive.” She yanked her sweater off and threw it over my lap before blindly freeing my cock and giving it a squeeze. “I just want to play while you do.”
I slammed my head back on the headrest for a second, needing to catch my breath before I did as she demanded. Fuck, she really was wicked. Her touch was so good on my hard, hot cock. Her fingers still cold, her grip on the wrong side of soft, kept me on edge, teasing and toying.
“Fine,” I said, turning the car on. “Fuck it.”
