I remembered the rapid heartbeat, how the entire world seemed so small and insignificant in comparison to that one divine sound, how that tiny bean-shaped image on the screen became more significant than my own existence. There was no question in my mind; I wanted this baby. I just wasn’t sure if Noah would feel the same. But he had the right to know, especially with danger lurking around us.
God. I had been caught up in this giant clusterfuck of emotion ever since Noah barged back into my life, I haven’t been able to take five fucking minutes to digest everything. To think about what all this means for the future. For us. For this baby.
It wasn’t just Noah and me anymore. It wasn’t just our lives that hung in the balance. It was our baby’s too.
I wrapped both arms around my belly. Noah had to know. He had to know the truth…he was no longer protecting me. He was protecting us.
I had to tell Noah. Today.
After I had convinced myself that my secret was no longer mine to keep, I got into the tub. The silky bubbles spread apart and clung to my skin, the hot water soothing and slowly easing the tension from every muscle.
I leaned back and closed my eyes, resting my neck against the curve of the tub. It was so quiet here. So peaceful. Even my thoughts seemed less…chaotic.
Time lapsed. My mind was calm, yet I tried to think of the right words to say once I told Noah about the pregnancy. It wasn’t going to be easy. But I had no choice.
I felt fingers weave through my hair, pulling out a pin. I opened my eyes, finding Noah towering over me, naked, his hair disheveled and hanging low over his eyes.
“I like your hair down.” His fingers continued to search for more pins; our eyes focused on one another—the air around us becoming tangible, palpable, thick with something primal.
One by one, he removed the pins, and my body shuddered every time he dropped one on the floor, all my senses hyperaware of the sexual tension rippling off him.
My hair fell loose, and he gathered it in his palm, winding it around his fist.
“Noah, what are you—”
Abruptly he tightened his grip in my hair and forced me upright. “On your knees.”
I obeyed, and excitement filled my veins; electricity crackling around us. The water splashed as he guided me on my knees, soapsuds sliding down my body.
“Lean forward with your elbows on the edge of the tub.”
My body shivered with anticipation. I had no idea what his plan was, but I already knew it fucking thrilled me.
Noah stepped up, his knees pressing against the rim and his cock bobbing close to my face. It was impossibly hard, the veins thick, and girth swelled with the promise of pleasure. There was a drop of precum on the tip, and I licked my lips, my pussy throbbing, and my body coiled tight with anticipation.
“It’s fucking insane how easily you turn me on.”
“Sienna?”
“Yeah?”
He jerked my head to the side, and I gasped. “Shut the fuck up.”
I pressed my lips together, and without saying another word, he slowly forced my head forward—closer…closer, until the head of his cock touched my top lip. I whimpered, my mouth forming the perfect O, and I closed my eyes, thinking he’d slip inside my mouth—anticipating a taste of him on my tongue. Only, he didn’t. Instead, he dragged it along my lips, tracing the outline of my mouth with the tip, tempting me and making me starve for him.
I glanced up at him, keeping my lips parted. Framed with dark lashes, his blue irises flared with bright heat, his eyes dark with the kind of dominance I craved. “Keep your elbows on the tub, and open that filthy mouth of yours real fucking wide.”
I shifted on my knees to come closer, never taking my eyes off his as he pushed his dick past my lips.
“Suck. Do not stop until I come, and I won’t come until you swallow my cock.” With his hand around his shaft, he guided his cock inside my mouth, and I rolled my tongue along his length, earning me a hiss and growl from his lips.
I wanted to move so I could suck and taste him more, but his fingers tightened in my hair. “Don’t move,” he demanded. “You just keep that pretty head of yours still.”
He pulled back, slowly dragging his cock out of my mouth until it popped free from my lips. It was fucking agony not having the control, and I wanted to moan out loud, but he plunged his dick back into my mouth before I had a chance; going so damn deep it hit the back of my throat, my eyes tearing up and spit pooling at the corners of my lips.
“You have no idea how many fucking times I jerked off to this image right here.” He leaned his head to the side, studying me. “You on your knees, and your mouth stuffed with my cock.”
I moaned, hollowing my cheeks and opening my throat so I could take all of him without gagging.