I won, easing her hips up against mine. She muttered something, beyond tired after a full day of making love. We stayed in my condo, watched a few movies, and fucked in every imaginable position and combination. My little girl was tired, and I was the champion who had managed to claim her body for the evening.
“You and I can cuddle,” I teased Dex as he climbed into bed beside us.
“Go to sleep,” he snapped.
I draped an arm around our girl and turned out the lights. In the morning, Dex had to leave to go to work. Luckily, I only had one class scheduled that day, so I could wake up on my own time. Bre stirred as I watched, her beautiful lips twitching. Her eyes fluttered open, and she gazed up at me, tired but happy.
“Go back to sleep,” I said, kissing the bridge of her nose.
She didn’t argue, closing her eyes again and rolling over onto her side. I climbed out of bed and went to make coffee. Turning on the news, I sat down to watch all the bad things that were happening in the world. I liked to keep myself informed. It was useful for lectures to have a firm grasp of current events. The students were often better informed than I was, and a well-placed joke about this politician or that scandal was always well received.
Bre came around about half an hour later. She wore a pair of my pajamas. I suspected that she had her own, but she wanted to share. I didn’t care. It was sexy to see her dressed in my threads. I opened my arms to give her a good morning kiss. She came straight toward me, plopping down on the couch cushion beside me.
She settled against my shoulder. “What are we watching?”
“The news,” I said.
“Ugh,” she groaned, tilting her head up to look at me instead.
I changed the channel to the true crime network where a bunch of dead bodies were lying in a morgue. “Better?” I asked.
“Better,” she teased.
“Would you like some coffee?”
“I’m not sure that I should.” She pulled the pajama shirt up to expose her midsection. There was no sign of the pregnancy yet, and the skin was smooth and inviting. I slid a hand down her torso, burying it in the waistband of her pants.
“I think Dex said it was okay, in moderation,” I replied.
“Okay,” she agreed. “I really do like coffee.”
I got up to fetch her a cup, reluctantly leaving her alone on the couch. “How do you like it?”
“Black!”
“Really?” I called back, surprised by the response.
She joined me in the kitchen, her every movement sultry. “Really.”
I poured a cup of coffee and handed it over to her. She took it in both hands and sipped, pleased with the heat and the bite. “I can make us some breakfast,” I offered.
“What do you have?”
“Bacon and eggs?”
“Just eggs, please,” she responded.
“Suit yourself.” I combed through the refrigerator for the ingredients, setting them out on the counter.
Bre took a seat at the island, adjusting her clothing so that it covered everything. I was going to have to do something about that sooner rather than later. I couldn’t have her walking around the apartment thinking she needed to be modest. I wasn’t expecting Dex until later that evening, and there wouldn’t be any other visitors that I was aware of.
That last thought hit me, and I knew exactly who it was we needed to invite over. Flynn hadn’t been made aware of the latest advancement. He would need to know. The baby might very well be his.
I fixed the eggs and divided them onto two plates. I dropped two strips of bacon into the pan for myself and set the heat to low. Pulling out my phone, I dialed up the bastard. He answered on the second ring, rightfully assuming that I was calling about Bre.
“Is everything all right?” he asked, instead of saying hello.
“Everything’s fine,” I replied. “But I think you’d better get over here.”