"He's sexy! Plus, have you seen how he rides?"
I roll my eyes.
"Is that..." She pokes my chest. "Jealousy I detect?"
"No." I grab her wrist, closing the small gap between us. "Nothin' to be jealous about when you're naked next to me."
She laughs, kissing me.
"My family’s gonna freak the fuck out."
I haven't even considered everyone's reactions. This all happened so fast that I've barely steadied my breathing.
"Your brothers are gonna kill me, aren't they?"
"No more than when they found out you knocked me up."
"They're gonna gloat so fuckin' much. I can already hear all the I told you so’s." I groan.
"Oh, you know they were placing bets," she adds. "I wonder who's gonna win."
I chuckle in amusement. "Me. I'm definitely the winner here."
Then I wrap an arm around her body and position her on top of me. She slides down on me, and we simultaneously moan in pleasure.
"I love watchin' you ride my cock, baby." I give her ass a little smack, then gently squeeze her hips. "Yes, just like that."
She leans forward, resting her palms on my chest. I tweak her nipples and feast on her tits.
"I hope you know what you're in for." She slams down on me harder. "I have six months’ worth of hormones to feed."
"Take whatever you need, sweetheart. I'm all yours."
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
KAITLYN
Although I'm a little over six months pregnant and tired most of the time, I refuse to let this New Year's go to waste. It's my second favorite holiday after Christmas because it usually contains drinking and dancing. While I don't anticipate staying on my feet for hours, I will shake my ass at least once.
"Almost ready?" Payton asks, stepping into the bathroom. I've got a pile of clothes on the floor because I can't make up my mind. I'm standing in my bra and panties and am two minutes from having a complete meltdown.
"Everything looks stupid on me." I pout, sitting on the toilet because I'm exhausted from changing so much.
Payton walks over and drops to his knees. He cups my cheeks and paints his lips over mine. "Can I help at all?"
"Find me something to wear that doesn't make me feel like a blimp and isn't itchy or too tight." I frown, then add, "Or too hot."
He chuckles. "I feel like Frodo searching for the one ring. But gimme about five minutes."
"Thank you," I whisper, and he kisses me again before going on his mission.
Instead of wasting time, I finish putting on my makeup and curl my hair. Since my lower back is sore, I brought in one of the breakfast barstools so I can sit while I get ready. Just as I finish my mascara, Payton walks in with his hands behind his back.
"It took me a little longer than expected, but I think I found the perfect outfit," he proudly tells me, then looks over my face. "You're so goddamn pretty."
"Thank you, but let's see what you picked out for me first before declaring that."
He chuckles, then hands me a black sweater with 3/4 sleeves along with one of my favorite maternity jeans.