Looking at her now, he was more than ready to conquer his fears and slay his demons.
“You going to keep me in suspense?”
Tears filled her eyes as she laid her palm over his, linking their fingers. “We’re having a boy.”
Those four words crashed into his chest like a battering ram, stealing his breath. “Yeah?”
“A son.” She sniffled. “During the ultrasound, he looked so amazing. I got to see his face. He had his thumb in his mouth. His little eyes were closed, then he wrinkled his nose and…he was beyond precious.”
Jesus, One-Mile wished he’d been there. Montilla had taken so much from him, including the chance to see his son for himself, and he hated the asshole’s guts for it. But that SOB would never take anything from him again.
“Oh, pretty girl. He sounds amazing.”
“And he’s strong like you. Just this morning I felt him kick for the first time, like he knew you were coming for him. I was lying in bed, half asleep, then…I felt him. It’s not like anything I can describe.” The tears in her amber eyes pooled and threatened to fall. “I rubbed him and he did it again. It filled my heart.”
Their son. The notion was a fucking marvel, but hearing her talk about the baby and feeling him growing inside her… Even her description bulldozed his heart.
One-Mile couldn’t speak. He hadn’t cried since he was five, but he felt his throat begin to close up and his eyes sting.
“Having you here filled it even more.” Her words cracked.
“Oh, pretty girl.” He held her closer and tried his best to keep himself together. “I can’t wait to hold him.”
“Me, too.”
“You don’t know how much I missed you…”
“I do. Love me?” Brea pleaded, her eyes so earnest.
“There’s no way you can stop me,” he quipped, trying to lighten the mood.
A watery smile crossed her face. “There never has been.”
“That won’t change. Take those off.” He pointed to her underwear. They were the only thing keeping him from Brea, and he wanted them gone. “Show me your pussy.”
With a catch of her breath, she nodded, then pushed them down her hips. He hooked his fingers inside the elastic to help, dragging them down her thighs, exposing her puffy cunt as he kissed his way over her belly. Then he peeled the white cotton away, impatiently tossing her fancy footwear with it.
“You don’t like the shoes? I thought men had a fetish for sexy heels.”
He scoffed. “I’m not evolved enough for that. I’m always going to prefer you barefoot and pregnant. In fact, I like it so much I want to keep you this way for a while.”
A pink flush stole up her cheeks as she laughed. “It’s a good thing I like children.”
“You’re going to be a great mom.”
Something pensive crossed her face. “I hope. I didn’t have one, so I’m not really sure how to be one.”
“I already know you’re going to be the best.”
She bit her lip. “I’m worried about childbirth.”
“I’ll be there. I won’t let anything happen.” One-Mile was painfully aware that he could handle many crises, get them out of tons of scrapes. But medical emergencies, especially involving babies, were way beyond his area of expertise. And if he lost Brea, he would never forgive himself.
She nodded bravely. “I keep telling myself it’s going to be fine.”
“It will.” He had to believe that.
Or he would go completely batshit insane.
The best way to help her from borrowing tomorrow’s trouble and forget the last terrible two months was to give her something to focus on now. God knew he didn’t merely want her. His heart had become a slave to hers the minute he’d touched her.
One-Mile rose back up her body, but her splayed thighs and her pussy in between were too much temptation to resist. He pressed his lips to the inside of her knee, then worked his way up as he cupped her hip and positioned his shoulders between her legs.
“Pierce…”
“Oh, this pussy.” He breathed against it, and she shuddered in his grip. “Baby, I dreamed about you.”
She twisted under him, arching, unconsciously spreading wider for him. He dragged his tongue up her thigh, let his fingers graze the soft curls above her secrets, then took a little nip at her hip bone. Her cry gratified him.
“You’re already wet for me.”
Brea nodded frantically. “Every time you come near me, I ache. I always have.”
He skimmed his thumb over her clit, toying with her. “I like you aching for me. But not when I’m gone. Did you use the skills I taught you before I left last time? Did you put your fingers in your pussy and make yourself feel good?”
Her head fell back against the pillow, her brown hair spreading out across the sheets. “Yes.”
God, he would have loved to have seen that. “More than once?”